Hey everyone! This is the story majority of you have been asking for. Go on my poll to vote for which option, this is just a prologue. Sorry for the teaser!
Link to the prequel: s/6041105/4/I-Promise
Link to the sequel: s/6006225/1/Endurance
Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders…. Or the boys… no matter how much I want to.
Prologue
Killing people don't make you a man, heck it doesn't even make you human. It makes you bitter, it destroys you from the inside out and you don't even realize it's happening. Taking away that life, that soul, no matter how much it wants to kill you, isn't right.
There are guns firing, it's everywhere, the shots resonating off of every crevice in this country. I see bodies falling, brothers and husbands. Death and sickness oozes from the jungles.
I sigh, there's the hammering of ammo being fired through the barrels of guns, like a meat pounder. It reverberates in my skull and I still can't believe I'm here.
Nothing about this war is right. It's pointless and it's a war we think we can win. But we can't. The higher ups know it, yet boys and men are fighting this endless war.
Soda, Steve, Two-Bit and Darry… I miss them. Like you wouldn't believe... Letters ain't enough all the time…
Nostalgia runs along my spine and I remember the silly things I want. Getting out of reality and into my head, it's safer there.
I'm dieing for a Pepsi. I'm wishing I had Soda to lift me one from the DX. I'm wishing I had Two-Bit wise cracking and talking non-stop. I wish I had Steve to call me a kid… and to put me in a headlock then ruffle my hair. I'm wishing I had Darry to pick me up off the ground. But I don't, now I gotta pick myself up.
I used to think the gang just let me hang around them cause I was the youngest Curtis, but goin' off to war… I know better. Even before leaving I realized that they really did love me like a little brother. Although you had to twist Steve's arm to admit it…
I'm eighteen, an adult legally, and here I am killing people. Strapped with a gun, charging through forests I feel the hate and terror. And one thought goes through my mind.
Am I next?
