When Angels Fall
By Fading Rose Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in "The Outsiders" I merely
write for fun. Author's notes: This Dally is based on Dally in the movie with the brown
hair and brown eyes.
Prologue
In a minute I had lost everything that I had ever had. Johnny Cade had been everything to me. That moment when Johnny died, I lost something that was too precious to loose. Johnny was the only one I have ever loved, no one would get so close to me that I didn't feel alone. But it was all gone now, all gone. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
"You're not allowed back here," a doctor said to me as I was at the back of the hospital by some ambulance. I could feel the tears down my cheek as if they were acid down my flesh.
"I can do anything I want," I said pulling the empty heater out of my pocket aiming it at him. He began to back away as people looked at me nervously before going their separate ways. "Why do you help people it's useless?" I yelled in an angered sad voice.
Running, that was the only thing to do, run. That's what I have known my entire life. No, not charming stories on what love was. Hell, why would I give a shit about love? No, love I never learned from my dad: Only how to hate, to run, and to fight.
I had run to a store that sold magazines, where I just sat their flipping through the magazine and lightly punching it. Thoughts of Johnny haunted my head as I did this.
"You going to buy that young man?" The man at the counter asked me as he watched me. I hadn't even looked at him before, didn't even know he was there.
Lifting the magazine, I slowly tore the magazine in my silent rebellion. Looking at him as he grew mad slightly. I was trembling; I was scared, I was sad, I was angry.
"You have to buy that magazine that you just ripped up," the man said some alarm in his tone as he watched me approach the counter. Pulling out the empty heater, I placed it to his forehead.
"Give me the money," I said in a voice that trembled that didn't carry out my threat. "Give me the money!" I yelled with force as he frantically grabbed the money and gave it to me. "I'm so sick of you punks, get out of here," he had said as I ran out of the shop. The next thing I knew I had been shot in the arm. Running again, this time to a pay phone.
"Hello, Darrel?" I asked in a trembling voice. I hadn't even remembered dialing the number, or paying the pay phone. That all didn't matter.
"Dally? This is Steve." Steve said his voice had confusion and maybe even some concern.
"Can I talk to Darry please?" I asked feeling some tears welling in my eyes; a lump was now in my throat.
"Yeah, hold on," Steve said.
"Dally?" Darry's voice came on the phone.
"Yeah. The fuzz are after me, meet me in the park."
"You got it," Darry said his voice also had concern.
"Johnny's dead." I managed to say though it stung to say his name.
"We know. We'll be there," Darry said before I hung up.
Running again, for the third fucking time. This time the anger had all ran out. I wanted to fall on my knees and cry, just cry. I couldn't cry though, I mean I could but crying wasn't something I was proud of. I was tuff, tuff guys don't cry.
The fuzz was after me by now, but I just continued to run. I'm not sure if my running was from the fuzz or if it was from me. But I think that it was me I was running from.
"Freeze!" The fuzz yelled from in front of me their guns pointed at me now.
Pulling out my gun, I felt a horrible pain as they each shot me. The pain was too bad to tell. I faintly heard the others running up yelling. "He's just a kid! Dally!"
I could see Ponyboy's feet as they approached. I was fading fast; I could feel that pain in my chest, and that constrictive breathing. "Ponyboy." I whispered as I collapsed on the ground.
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*
"He's in bad shape," a man said. Slowly opening my brown eyes I looked around the room, an operation room. Jesus Christ, how the hell had I survived that? The pain was still evident. Doctors and nurses surrounded me. One poked some ivy in my wrist; the other put a mask over my mouth.
"He's lucky he even survived being shot this much," a nurse had said as she handed the doctor something. Looking down at me, her eyes had shown sadness towards me.
The next thing I knew there was a blackness.
By Fading Rose Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in "The Outsiders" I merely
write for fun. Author's notes: This Dally is based on Dally in the movie with the brown
hair and brown eyes.
Prologue
In a minute I had lost everything that I had ever had. Johnny Cade had been everything to me. That moment when Johnny died, I lost something that was too precious to loose. Johnny was the only one I have ever loved, no one would get so close to me that I didn't feel alone. But it was all gone now, all gone. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
"You're not allowed back here," a doctor said to me as I was at the back of the hospital by some ambulance. I could feel the tears down my cheek as if they were acid down my flesh.
"I can do anything I want," I said pulling the empty heater out of my pocket aiming it at him. He began to back away as people looked at me nervously before going their separate ways. "Why do you help people it's useless?" I yelled in an angered sad voice.
Running, that was the only thing to do, run. That's what I have known my entire life. No, not charming stories on what love was. Hell, why would I give a shit about love? No, love I never learned from my dad: Only how to hate, to run, and to fight.
I had run to a store that sold magazines, where I just sat their flipping through the magazine and lightly punching it. Thoughts of Johnny haunted my head as I did this.
"You going to buy that young man?" The man at the counter asked me as he watched me. I hadn't even looked at him before, didn't even know he was there.
Lifting the magazine, I slowly tore the magazine in my silent rebellion. Looking at him as he grew mad slightly. I was trembling; I was scared, I was sad, I was angry.
"You have to buy that magazine that you just ripped up," the man said some alarm in his tone as he watched me approach the counter. Pulling out the empty heater, I placed it to his forehead.
"Give me the money," I said in a voice that trembled that didn't carry out my threat. "Give me the money!" I yelled with force as he frantically grabbed the money and gave it to me. "I'm so sick of you punks, get out of here," he had said as I ran out of the shop. The next thing I knew I had been shot in the arm. Running again, this time to a pay phone.
"Hello, Darrel?" I asked in a trembling voice. I hadn't even remembered dialing the number, or paying the pay phone. That all didn't matter.
"Dally? This is Steve." Steve said his voice had confusion and maybe even some concern.
"Can I talk to Darry please?" I asked feeling some tears welling in my eyes; a lump was now in my throat.
"Yeah, hold on," Steve said.
"Dally?" Darry's voice came on the phone.
"Yeah. The fuzz are after me, meet me in the park."
"You got it," Darry said his voice also had concern.
"Johnny's dead." I managed to say though it stung to say his name.
"We know. We'll be there," Darry said before I hung up.
Running again, for the third fucking time. This time the anger had all ran out. I wanted to fall on my knees and cry, just cry. I couldn't cry though, I mean I could but crying wasn't something I was proud of. I was tuff, tuff guys don't cry.
The fuzz was after me by now, but I just continued to run. I'm not sure if my running was from the fuzz or if it was from me. But I think that it was me I was running from.
"Freeze!" The fuzz yelled from in front of me their guns pointed at me now.
Pulling out my gun, I felt a horrible pain as they each shot me. The pain was too bad to tell. I faintly heard the others running up yelling. "He's just a kid! Dally!"
I could see Ponyboy's feet as they approached. I was fading fast; I could feel that pain in my chest, and that constrictive breathing. "Ponyboy." I whispered as I collapsed on the ground.
* *
*
"He's in bad shape," a man said. Slowly opening my brown eyes I looked around the room, an operation room. Jesus Christ, how the hell had I survived that? The pain was still evident. Doctors and nurses surrounded me. One poked some ivy in my wrist; the other put a mask over my mouth.
"He's lucky he even survived being shot this much," a nurse had said as she handed the doctor something. Looking down at me, her eyes had shown sadness towards me.
The next thing I knew there was a blackness.