Author's Note: ok, hey guys! this is a new story that i have decided to post since i am almost done with A Walk in The Park. This is a cross-over between the movie Urban legends. It dosen't have any characters from the movie but it does have the similar plot-line. there are a few things that you should know before you start reading this story.
1) this is NOT a Mary-sue
2) this has no extra family members
3) i do accept flames. people have the right to think what they want of my story. if you don't like it. boo-hoo. don't care, good for you. so flamers, flame your little hearts out if you must.
4) warning, if you do not like crossovers or stories that maybe not be totally like the book then don't read the story.
5) i want honest reviews which means that if i have made grammar errors or any errors concerning anything that has to do with the outsiders, please tell me. i like constructive critisisum.
6) Soda may be a tab bit out of character but i don't think he is.
ok. this story takes place a yr after the book and unfortunatley johnny is dead. i am still considering if i should make Dally be dead. This also means that everyone is a year older. please forgive me if the year is wrong. i can't remember if the book started in 66 or 67.
Disclaimer: i dont own The Outsiders. S.E. Hinton does.
Friday October 24th 1967 - 8:00 pm
Honk Honk
"I'll get this one Steve" 18 year old Sodapop Curtis shouted to his friend as he got up off his spot on the counter of the DX Gas Station. Soda grabbed his blue DX cap, put it on his head, and walked out the doors into the darkness of the night. He walked over to a gas pump towards the front of the DX where a black truck sat waiting for service.
"Good evening miss" Soda said as he neared the big black truck. Inside the truck sat a young blonde haired girl who looked no older than 20. She had on a white tank top and a short jeans skirt. Soda had never seen her in Tulsa before so he figured she was either a new girl moving in or just here visiting some friends. "Fill 'er up please" the blonde said.
"Ok" he said walking over to the pump and sticking the nozzle into the truck's gas tank.
"What can I do for you?" he asked politely.
"So, are you coming or going?" Soda asked trying to start up a conversation.
"I'm going. I was just staying here for a couple of days to visit some of my friends" she replied smiling.
"That's ni-" Soda started but suddenly stopped. Out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn that he saw something moving in the back of the young girl's truck. Moving closer to the back window he peered inside trying to see if there was anything in back of the truck. He saw nothing suspicious and figured that he was just being paranoid. 'It was probably just her kids or something' he thought to himself. Realizing that he was still staring through the window, he stepped back from the car. Shaking his head, he felt like an idiot. If her kids were in the back of the car then he probably just scared them. I mean, he would be too if some strange man was staring at you through your car window.
"Excuse me miss, but do you have any kids?" he asked.
"No, I don't. Why do you ask" she questioned looking at him strangely.
"Oh, um no reason. I just could have sworn that before I came out here I saw you and a little girl walking around. It was probably someone else though" he lied.
"Well, you're right. It was someone else because I don't have kids" she said.
"Ok, tanks filled" he said.
"Thanks. How much money do I owe you?" the girl asked Soda, but he didn't answer. His eyes were once again looking at the back window in the truck. He had the strange feeling that someone was watching him and he just couldn't shake it off. It was as if two eyes were boring into the back of his head, just staring at him, waiting to make a move. Taking his eyes off the back window he answered the lady.
"One dollar and fifty cents" he said.
"Alright" she answered sticking her hand out the window to give him the money. He was about to walk over to retrieve the money from the lady when he heard a soft, but audible 'thud'. Immediately his eyes shot to the back window. From where he was standing he could see a barley visible outline of a body moving around. He was about to warn the girl when he saw a glint of something that looked like the blade of a knife reflecting off the side mirror.
"Are you coming to get the money?" the girl asked impatiently.
"Did you hear that?" Soda asked, not answering her question.
"Hear what?" the girl said getting slightly nervous.
'The thud noise?" Soda said.
"What thud noise? I didn't hear anything. Listen sir, I think that maybe your drunk or high or something so just please take the money so I can leave." The girl asked in an almost pleading tone.
"Miss, I think you should get out of the car" Soda said slowly walking towards her car door.
"Well, I am glad you think that but I don't care. I just want to get out of here so take the money already!" she said. Soda took the money and grabbed her wrist.
"There is someone in the back of your truck! You need to get out now!" he said quickly.
"Look, I don't know if this is some kind of sick joke or what but I don't find it funny so can you please let go of my wrist so I can leave!" she shouted angrily with a hint of worry in her voice.
Realizing that he had not only probably scared her to death but also over-reacted, Soda released the girls wrist and watched as she started the ignition and took off. As the car left the parking lot he could have sworn that he saw two white eyes staring at him through the inky darkness.
"Jeeze! Get a hold of yourself Soda" he said talking to himself. 'There's got to be a logical explanation for all of this' he thought. He stood there in the parking lot of the DX trying to think of an explanation for all this. The outline of the person that he kept seeing was probably just his reflection. I mean, he couldn't really see into the window because it was tinted and there was also the fact that it was pretty dark outside regardless of the dim lights that were hanging from the station. The eyes that the saw. Those were probably his reflection too. And the glint of the knife blade, it was probably just the seatbelt reflecting the lights from the car and the mirror.
Still feeling a little shaken up, but satisfied with his explanation, he walked inside the gas station hoping to find Steve.
"Hey buddy" Steve said as Soda walked through the doors of the DX.
"Whoa, you don't look so good. It looks like you've seen a ghost" Steve commented as Soda walked by him and plopped into a chair near-by the counter.
"Hey Steve" he said.
"Yeah? Did that little story that Two-bit told us scare ya?" Steve asked laughing.
'Do you…I think…oh, never mind." Soda started but cut himself off. He decided that he wouldn't bother Steve with his problem. He'd probably think he was crazy or paranoid, which at the moment, Soda didn't doubt that he was. Then Steve's' words hit him. "Yeah? Did that little story that Two-bit told us scare ya?" That's it he thought. He was probably just spooked from that story- or urban legend as some like to call it, that Two-bit had told them in the spirit of Halloween hoping to scare him and Steve. What was it about again? Oh yea! It was something about a killer in the backseat of a car at a gas station.
oh btw:
the Urban Legand used in this chapteris calledThe Killer In The Backseat. (cliffnotes version for if you don't know the legand) A girl drives into a gas station. the attendent comes out to service the girl and notices that there is someone in the backseat. he tries to get her to get out of the car. in some versions the girl gets out of the car andthe attendenttells her that there is someone in the backseat with a knife. in other versions the girl doesn't get out, drives away, and ends up being killed.