I do not own The Outsiders, its plot, or any characters from the story. Copyrights belong to… whoever wrote the book.
Hey, all. This ficlette is actually a school assignment from the eighth grade. We were supposed to re-write, from a different point of view, a scene from a chapter we had just read from one of my favorite books, The Outsiders. This mini-fic is written in Bob's POV on the night he was killed. Though this tale isn't up to my at-least-five-thousand-words-per-story rule, I think this is one of my better writing pieces. So, enjoy!
My Final Chapter
By: Krystal Klear
I laughed wildly at Ted's joke, as I took another swig from my flask.
"Haaay Bahb!" Came a badly slurred voice.
"Yeah, uh, David?" Well, I THOUGHT it was David.
"Didja see them two greasers over there? Wha'd you s'pose they's up ta?"
"Les find out," As I blasted the horn I circled 'round the sorry excuse for a park.
"Cumon man, let's ged um"
I screeched the car to a halt and staggered out of the car with all the grace of a mongoosie, mongus, mon-whatever. The only thing on my mind being what I wass gunna do to dat kid greaser. Suddenly when I saw who the kids were, evil thoughts started runnin' through my head.
No one tries to pick up my girl, no one.
"Hey whatta ya know here's the little greasers that picked up our girls." I knew my voice was uneven. "Hey greasers."
"You're outa your territory. You better watch it." A dark haired kid 'warned' us.
Funny he kinda looked familiar. I faintly heard Randy curse and sensed the other guys moving in. "Nup, pal, yer the ones who'd better watch it. Next time you want a broad, pick up yer own kind- dirt." Where did I know that black haired kid from? "You know what a greaser is? White trash with long hair." I glanced over to the kid standin' next to the one I couldn't remember. Seems I touched a nerve.
"You know what a Soc is?" He asked suddenly. "White trash with mustangs and madras." Then he spit on us.
I shook my head and gave them a slow smile. "You could use a bath greaser. And a good working over. And we've got all night to do it. Give the kid a bath, David."
I gave an even wider smile as David grabbed the kids arm, twisted him around, and stuck his head in the fountain. I vaguely realized that Randy, Ted, and Sam had gone after the other one as I rushed to help David. This one was putting up one heck of a fight. As he started to quiet I felt some one slam into my back. Searing pain ran through my body and turning, I barely registered that the other kid had shoved a knife into my side. I fell back gazing up at him with a bewildered look on my face, he himself seemed shocked. Then it clicked, this was the little weasel I had taken my frustration out on not more than four month's ago.
Then the world went dark.
