Nothing

by SchoolGirl123

This is what I think Dally was thinking before, during, and after his own death. I know it's short, even for a one-shot, but this is just something I wrote to get my creative juices flowing so I apologize. Review please!

Hello my lovely ducklings! I have a one shot for you! This is my attempt at weaning myself off The Hunger Games. As much as I love Josh Hutcherson I must let him go. This is Dally's point of view of his own death in the Outsiders. I read this book at school and when I found out they had a category for it I almost had a heart attack. So, I will quit talking and get to the story. Laters!

Running. That's the only thing on my mind. Running. Running. Running. I pray that the guys will get to the lot quick enough before I get caught. The sirens of the police cars deafen my ears but it's almost mute compared to the pounding of my heart. I almost make it to the lot and I feel a portion of the weight begin lifted off my chest. It still doesn't make me slow down though. Not at all. In fact, it makes me run faster, ignoring the forest fire that has become my legs. I see the boys but I know that I won't be able to make it in time.

The heater.

I grab it immediately and aim it at the cops. I see that they have gotten out the car and almost scream at my stupidity.

The first shot is fired. My body jerks back and I find myself smiling, happy that I'm dying fighting. After a few more shots everything starts to shut down until there is nothing.

Nothing.