This is Dally having a flashback...I have another just like this but a different scenerio I've been pretty sad lately and I'm writing Dally flashbacks to distract myself. I've also been writing a lot of one-shots lately...I have a full story called Because I Said So (check it out) and I'm probably going to start another called Switchblade (look at that 1 to)...anyway this is what Dally's thinking as he is about to die its pretty sad to me I love Dally so yeah...

I almost lost my ballance as I sloshed around in the rain, running from the cops. I whipped around and then my vision blurred and a new picture came up:

My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as I drove towards the Curtis' house. Johnny sighed beside me,

"What's goin' on Dal? Anything interresting?" He asked suddenly.

I shrugged, "Not really, Tim Shepard's been gettin' drunk a lot. One of the boys from his gang told me about a rumble they had last week. Apparently it got pretty bloody..." I said, then changed the subject, "I asked this one girl to go to the Dingo with me to get a coke, she said go to hell...I dunno."

Johnny laughed and I continued telling random stories, "Darry ranted for about an hour about some fool thing Pony did again. Didn't catch what it was..."

I looked over to see Johnny smiling at the thought and then the picture disapeared and was replaced.

We were standing in the dark lot, hovering over Johnny's limp body, "Oh, shit, what'd those Socs do to you Johnnycake?"

His raspy breathing cut at me again and again with every breath he took. Finally he started crying his eyes out, "They g-got me! One of th-them had s-s-so many rings a-and he cut m-me with th-them." He choked out.

"Dammit, Johnny, you'll be okay!" I promised him and a feeble grin appeared on his bloody face.

The movie infront of my eyes changed again, this time we were in the theater. I was talking dirty to the girls.

"Aw, cut it out, man!" Johnny had told me.

I looked at him with surprised eyes and then gave up. Johnny had told me to stop, so I just had to.

I stood and stalked off, turning to see Johnny smiling at the girls and talking with Ponyboy.

Then I was jerked back to reality as the bullets hit my chest. Yes! Yes, Johnny, I'm comming.

The white hot pain was counteracted by the feeling of slipping away. It fealt like my mind was becoming deatached from my body, like I was lifting out of it. Dieing is all that bad.

But then I remembered life.

I remembered Johnny's smile, Pony's voice, Soda's laugh.

I was almost gone from my body so I took all the energy I had as I fell to the ground in slow motion, "Pony..." I tried to grunt out a goodbye, but then I completely disapeared.

~switch to 3rd person~

Dallas Winston was gone...With Johnny Cade up in the clouds somewhere. Throwing a football maybe?