SAD SKIES

This is a new story that happens before the Windrixville incident. I have to say that some elements of the main story also change. I intend to come to a very painful death for one of our main characters. It is a story that will have several POV but especially Ponyboy as the story progresses. I hope you like it, I'll try to update as fast as I can. All rights go to SUSAN E. HINTON except Amy and her family. This chapter occurs on the day they jumped to Ponyboy before the movies, but nothing is as it seems.

1 ° CHAPTER

POV PONY

As soon as I stepped into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house I had only two things in my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.

Suddenly I saw a red Corvair behind me. It was about two blocks from home, so I started to walk a little faster.

Hey Greaser! - at that moment I knew that there was no escape. I stood and one of them slowly came up to me and threw me to the ground kicking me in the stomach and a few punches in the face. When I was on the floor, there were six Socs surrounding me. Two of them pulled out blades, two pulled chains, and the others had two powerful weapons, their fists without compassion in a position to do much damage. At that moment I knew that I had only one possible option to save me from such torture.

Darry! Soda! Dally! ... and I continued to scream until one of the Socs covered my mouth while the others began to cut my arms, my legs, hitting me with chains all over my body ...

I do not think I can take much more, I thought. The six continued to make me suffer, I became sick just by looking at their faces, they enjoyed this. Sick minds Pony, sick minds ... Then I remembered when they jumped Johnny, now I knew how he felt, I also thought about Amy, my princess, my joy since my parents died ... with her these three months have been better.

Come on, Bob, let it go! We have already done enough damage.

What do you say, Randy? How dare you even mention it? No one tells me what I have to do and less with garbage like this.

Come on Bob, it's just a fucking Greaser, you better ...

I could no longer hear, my world turned black and suffering stopped, I couldn't wake up.

POV DARRY

It was five thirty when I came home from work and all I wanted was dinner ready and Soda's hands on my back. Since the death of Mom and Dad, I had to work harder and today I had a hot summer day. When I was already very close to home, I saw a doubtful figure on the floor, near the lot.

Pony? But what the hell has happened to you? His chest still moved down and up, but he could not look worse. His body was full of cuts, bruises and bruises. How could they do that to an innocent child like Ponyboy?, He is not any greaser, my brother likes sunsets, poetry and have passed a degree in school. I can not imagine how he felt, he sure asked for help and I was not there for him. I leaned closer to him and whispered and begged him to wake up, we could not live without him.

Come on kiddo, wake up, it's me, Darry.- He made no sign of understanding me, I hope I was not late ... ..