The best time for a murder is in the rain. For Sodapop and Ponyboy Curtis, a vicious robbery of a life is only the beginning. But how far will they go to avenge their brother's stolen life?
The rain that pounded on the roof, the thunder that roared in our ears, the wind that wiped at the windows. It was all eerie. The fact that the power was out, did not help the situation. Myself and my brother, Ponyboy, sat huddled together with a flickering candle.
"Man, I really wished Darry was home." he murmured, shivering from the damp air. Darry, our older brother, hadn't been home all night. Coming up with a solution, I told Ponyboy he must've stayed at a friend's house for the night on account of the rain. "Hey, Soda," Ponyboy called out carelessly as he let himself collapse onto the sofa.
"Hm?"
"You know what the best thing to do in the rain is?" he toyed with me, his eyes dancing.
"What?" I asked, a smug grin creeping onto my face. I knelt down on the floor beside him on the couch, looking at his green-grey eyes.
"Murder." he laughed morbidly and kicked his feet around with silliness. I threw my own head back, letting out an evil laugh, getting in on the fun. Me and Ponyboy always got along real well, fooling around like this. Darry would sometimes shake his head but I would soon have him blushing and laughing along with us.
Soon, we were walking around like zombies, roaring and laughing all at the same time. The lightning flashed through the window, lighting up my brother's face and his glowing eyes. Once we had both collapsed back onto the couch, I poked Ponyboy's nose gently and let a soft laugh escape me. A contemplation entered my mind that I didn't often let myself cogitate about. Unsure if I should say it, it came out anyway like most of my words do.
"You have Ma's eyes, Pony." I said softly, resting the back of my hand against his hair line. His amused smile slowly faded, he seemed taken aback by my comment. We had an unspoken agreement that neither of us was to mention our deceased parents. As he searched for the words to respond, a knock banged hard against the front door and acted as a savoir for Ponyboy's response. Figuring Darry had decided to come home, I yelled out.
"It's open, Dar!" Slowly, the door creaked open, rain seeping into the house, the light from the street lamps flooding in. Straining my neck to see, I made out the body of my brother, falling limply to the ground with a thud. "Darry?" I called out, leaving Ponyboy on the couch. My heart dropped to the floor when I had finally reached my brother's body. He lay at my feet, his body splattered in blood and drenched in his own crimson filth. I knew then and there that Darry had been murdered. At the dead of the night, in the rain, a lifeless Darryl Curtis lay at my feet. Maybe the best time for a murder really was in the rain.
So, I thought I'd try my hand at another thriller, only this time, this one is COMPLETELY original, as my other thriller is inspired by a whole mess of movies I've seen xD The first chapter is kind of short but that's because it's sort of a prologue. So please read and review and tell me how it is and if I should continue, I'd really appreciate it. And for those who read my A Leather Interior, I might be cancelling it. I think I'm just better at this sort of stuff than the typical 'Greaser vs. Soc' thing. Anyway, please tell me your thoughts on this story!