Darry walked past the grey tombstones, searching frantically for a specific one. The moon shone brightly down on him, down on his dirty jeans and skin-tight shirt. In one hand, he held a shovel. In the other hand, a variety of items: a shirt, a pair of pants, socks, etc. Darry was determined. He made his way through the tombstones easily, guiding in and out of war heroes and old guys. He reached the back of the cemetary.
Before Darry stood two graves right next to each other. To the left, a small stone with small font reading; Dallas Winston. To the right of that, an even smaller stone reading; Johnny Cade. Darry stared at the two stones, remembering the times he had spent with his two good friends before they died. The time he and Dally beat up some guy fro looking at them funny. The time he and Johnny had licorice at Two-Bit's house and hit on his sister. Good times with both, but only enough time for one.
He stared at them both again, then his shovel. He thre the clothes on the ground and stuck his shovel into the grave to the right, Johnny's grave. Darry figuired that Johnny had more to live for, he was younger. Dally wouldn't have wanted to came back anyway.
It had been three months since the pair of them had died. Nobody was the same, especially Ponyboy. Instead of going out to movies, he would often just sit home alone, reading, thinking. Darry changed too. Instead of working and being the machoman he once was, he instead would cook for his brothers, stay home, and go shoe shopping. He didn't like how everyone had changed. He planned to do something about it.
He decided last summer that he was going to Camp Necromancer, a camp for people wanting to learn how to bring loved ones back from the dead. He had spent his whole summer, and whole paycheck, at this camp. He learnt how to cast spells on the corpses, what to tell them so that they don't get scared.
He dug deeper into the grave, piles of dirt forming around the burial. He was only about a quater way there, but Darry was patient. That's one thing he learned when Johnny and Dally were gone - patience. He had to be patient if he wanted them back.
He was about half way done now. Darry's arms were shaking and his back ached from leaning over for such a long period of time. It had been two hours since he first started digging. The sweat nearly dripped off the tip of his nose.
Only a little bit further... Darry thought as he inched closer and closer to his friends coffin. Johnny had been buried in a cheap coffin. The gang bought it at a garage sale when they found out his parents refused to buy one. Turns out they were happy Johnny had passed, less food to buy they said.
Bonk.
His shovel hit the wood of the casket, loudly. Darry was relieved, he was so tired. He threw his shovel up onto the higher ground, and bent down to rip the top off the wooden coffin. It was easy to open because of the inexpensive material it was made of.
Darry opened it slowly.
Drops of dirt and dust fell onto his hands when he opened the casket, and he almost broke it. I mean he was tired, but he was still hella strong. He looked at Johnny's face.
Covered in dirt, Johnny lay there, dead. A peaceful look was on his face, so innocent. He had died way before his time. It choked up Darry just looking at him. It also made him sick with the thought of picking him up and carrying him back up on to the higher ground.
But he did so. He had to. And he didn't like it.
Darry threw Johnny onto the ground, wiping his hands off on his pants. Darry reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny pocket book. He opened it to page 14. He cleared his throat and looked at Johnny. Soon you'll be back with us he thought, a tear running down his face. He wiped it away, pretending it never exsisted. He read: Johnnycake my dear friend, we all knew it was to soon to end. You were alive but now you're dead, this was a thought that we had dread. Now I'm bringing you back to me, come back to life my dear friend Johnny!
A bolt of lightning crashed down on Johnny's body. Darry felt the shock through the ground and colapsed instantly. Johnny's body started to shake violently. Darry watched in horror as the body of his friend rattled on the ground, moans were released from his mouth, creating an eerie sound that Darry wanted to stop. Suddenly, his body stopped moving.
Darry stared in amazement at the still body, inching closer to it, breathing heavily in both shock and amusement. Johnny's finger twitched.
"Oh my god..." Darry sighed.
Johnny sat straight up and raised his arms slowly. His face looked confused and tired.
Darry whispered, "Johnny? Is that you?"
A silence fell over the graveyard when suddenly, a quiet moan was heard from Johnny's mouth...
"Braiiinnsss..."