Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Outsiders or Ponyboy. Sigh. The owner is he best author ever, S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from what I write on this site.
A/N: Thank you to BunnyLuvsU for the requests she sent me. This is set 2 months after the end of the book.
I'm going to put it out there and just be honest. I'm not good with details in fights, I'm not good with slowly revealing suspense, and I'm also not good at depressing/even suicidal thoughts that Ponyboy will have. Please be nice and give me tips, I'm really trying.
Ponyboy's POV
I was at my locker when a familiar, side burned face came up behind me.
"Hey, Two-Bit." I called. He turned around, clasping me on the back. The whole gang had gotten closer. Even Steve started being nicer after I had turned in my Essay and started to come out of my depression. Some days were worse than others, but we were all getting along.
"I've got track practice and then I'm going to go to the movies, you dig?" I told him. He nodded, smiling and heading to his class. He normally was the one who picked me up from track. The Socs had been out for blood lately, but the past month they have seemed to calm down. I should be okay to walk home, it's on the East Side.
Boy was I ever wrong.
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I changed back into my regular clothes, throwing the retched uniforms in my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.
I walked the short four miles was to our East Side movie house. The darkness consumed the room and I was transported into my favorite movie, Gone With The Wind...
When the movie was over I grabbed my track bag and excited.
I was about four or five miles from home when I started to feel sick to my stomach. Something wasn't right here.
Sodapop's food coloring probably messed with my stomach, I thought, wrapping my arms around my churning stomach. I felt something or someone
I looked behind me carefully, but saw nothing. I continued on my way, faster this time. I slipped my thumbs in my pocket and slouched, hoping to look tough.
I was so focused on the ground below me that I didn't even see the person come up behind me. All I felt was a shape pain in the back of my head as I crumpled under the nearby street lamp.
Darry's POV
Did Ponyboy want to get put in a boys home? I thought bitterly. He had left track hours ago. It was now eight a'clock at night.
"Come on, Darry, lets go look for him." Two-Bit suggested. I took one more glance out the window before following him out the door.
Sodapop's POV
Oh Ponyboy, you better come home with some bruises or else Darry is going to blow a gasket, I thought, worriedly looking at Darry's red face.
"Come on, Darry, lets go look for him." Two-Bit suggested to him. I took one more glance at Darry, who was following him out the door and I trailed
behind.
There were no clues on where he was until I was a few miles away from home. What I saw was a shoe and blood on the sidewalk. I screamed Darry's name as reality set in.
Something awful had happened to Ponyboy.
Ponyboy's POV
I woke up feeling hazy and weak. I was tired and my head was pounding something awful. I felt something warm trickle down my neck and I shuddered, it was blood. I looked down and saw that my shoe was missing.
Where was I? I thought. I missed Sodapop and Darry already.
Suddenly, a familiar face walked down the stairs with an evil grin on his tan face.
It was Randy Anderson, and I, Ponyboy Curtis, had been kidnapped.
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