This story is not one where everyone lives happily ever after, and I'm writing it because it's an idea I've had for awhile. Seriously dude. So now... THE FIRST CHAPTER.

Chapter One
Bob's POV

I didn't think it was possible when I was alive, but now, as I stepped into the body of Johnny Cade, I found it was actually... possible. Spirits could posess humans. I mean, why should he get off scot-free? Exaclty, he shoudln't. Sure, we beat him and jumped him and pretended like nothing happened, but we didn't kill him, did we? No.

Being inside a person, it's weird. You see everything through their eyes. It's like you're... them. You feel cold... chilly, even. Whichever word you want to use. And me? I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to make every single one of them pay, one by one.

They'd get theirs, and certainly what they deserved. Those whiny little greasers, with their hair all greased back. They thought they were so tough. Well really, how are they tough, or even tuff? They think they had it sooo bad, but obviously I have it worse than they do. I mean, I'm the one who's dead. Besides, why should I have died? That little black haired kid should've. Really, he obviously didn't have a purpose in life, unlike me. I could've done wonderful things...

It's now four months after my death, and that kid, Cade, just got out of juvie. What better time to get revenge? Just when he thinks his life is getting better, KABLAM. I strike. (A/N: Heehee. Kablam. Bob is a conceited fuck.)

He'd just stepped out of the building, and his friends ran up to him and literally squeezed him to death. Man, you can feel what the person feels too... damn, this is weird. It'll take some getting used to.

I couldn't help but notice that his parents weren't there. ...But Cherry was. Cherry, my girlfriend. A soc. Someone who isn't even supposed to associate with greasers. But here she was, hugging him along with the rest of them. That... that... bitch. (A/N: You said it Bob. Or in this case, I did?)

That just made me angrier. I wanted to mash some greaser bones, maybe give 'em all a haircut... right below the chin. I wanted to kill them all, even Cherry, right at that moment. Right outside the building, where everyone could see.

But no, I had to have more composure than that. I had to wait. I'd commit their deaths soon, but not now. But I decided I'd give him a little something since he was obviousl trying to steal my girlfriend, even though we're not really dating anymore...

I could control him if I wanted. That explained how I got him to walk straight into a wall, making him at least feel some hurt and look like an idiot too.

"You okay Johnnycakes?" asked the youngest one who I recognized as the boy we had tried to drown.

"I dunno..." he replied uncertainly. "I didn't walk into the wall... It's like... like... nevermind."

Obviously he didn't think they would believe him, and I was pretty sure he had some idea of what was going on. He at least knew that something was wrong with him. I'd have to steer clear of stunts like that one for awhile, anyway. They'd get too suspicious.

"It's great to have 'ya back, Johnnycakes," said one with side-burns and a Mickey Mouse t-shirt.They all agreed to that. Cherry and one boy with really light blonde hair didn't say anything. Maybe Cherry was still upset about my death! And the blonde kid, well, I don't know what the hell his problem was, not like I cared.

Soon they were all laughing and joking, until the oldest one said they should get home. Instantly, I'd found my first target. I don't know why, but I was gonna do it.

Bob strikes tonight.