Ponyboy's P.O.V.
I was walking home from a late track meet when I saw a blue Mustang following me from the lot. When I turned back to see who it was, thinking it was Two-bit trying to scare me when I saw that the car was packed with socs, with Bob Sheldon in the driver's seat. I panicked as my heart leapt out of my chest. My hands shook as I prepared to run as fast as I could, hoping my brothers and the gang would meet me on my way home. My heart pounded as the mustang raced in front of me and screeched to a stop as the socs leapt out, holding switchblades and beer bottles. "You're not going anywhere greaser!" yelled a drunk soc waving a beer bottle in the air. I backed away and prepared to run again, but Bob dashed in front of me and slammed me against a nearby wall, grabbing my neck. I struggled to find Two-bit's old switchblade, and finally found it just as a hard blow from Bob's hand connected with my chest. As I regained my breath as I was splayed out on the pavement, my chest still heaving. As I jumped up and raised my knife Bob landed another hard blow to my jaw as the knife fell out of my hand and skittered across the sidewalk into the hand of the drunk soc who had threatened me a few minutes ago. The soc passed the knife to Bob as his equally boozed-up goons pinned me against the wall. Bob shot me a crooked smile and said "I'm gonna love doing this greaser. Die slowly for me!" He then raised his hand and thrusted it forward, cutting my cheek. I cringed as Bob slashed me again across my chest, a cry escaping my lips. I could feel the blood soaking my shirt. I tried getting out of his gang's grip but they had me around the neck. Bob then took his bottle drank some and said kind of slurred "you know what greasers are? White trash with greased up hair." I couldn't think of anything to say so I kicked a soc in front of me in the jewels. He groaned and glaring daggers at me. I was backing away from him and backed up in to bob who had head locked me in a second having the blade inches away from my throat. Bob then turned me around stabbing me in the stomach not one not twice but three times. I just fell to my knees then my back coughing up blood and going in and out of consciousness. I shut my eyes for a minute. Then next thing I know I'm laying on the pavement in a pool of blood. I wondered whose blood it was. Then I remembered what happened it was my blood I then just closed my eyes and put my head back down on the pavement.
Sodapop's P.O.V.
I wondered where pony was. I know he had a track meet but that was over by now. It would've ended at 4:30. It was 6:55! The gang and I were getting worried. Now I know what you're thinking ponyboy is always late, but he always comes home at least 15 minutes later, but not two hours and twenty-five minutes late. "I'm getting scared guys it's been almost three hours since he was gone." I said "alright let's go look for him. Are you guys coming?" Darry said with worry in his voice. "Of course were going!" chorused Two-Bit, Steve, Dally, and Johnny. we all ran out the door calling his name and asking anyone on the streets asking if they saw him. Oh ponyboy where are you I thought. Just then I saw a lump in the middle of the lot. I walked over to the lump and almost collapsed with tears in my eyes. It was ponboy. "Guys! I found him! Hurry up!" I practically yelled with mixed emotions which were sadness, worry, horror, and especially anger. I kneeled down and saw Two-Bit's old switchblade in pony's stomach. I shook him, but he didn't move. I just sat there crying with pony's head in my lap.