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Chapter 1
"Bye Johnny!" Ponyboy yelled to Johnny as he turned into his driveway and Johnny went on to his own home to drop of his stuff quickly and then come back to the Curtis's.
He took out the mail automatically and skimmed through it. They rarely ever got letters; it was mostly junk and bills. This time it was two bills, a whole pile of junk and... a letter.
Ponyboy looked at it with surprise. He turned it over and looked even more surprised when he found that it was addressed to him. He hid it in his pocket, wanting to read it alone at first, and went in, finding his brothers and the gang as was usual for a Friday, since Soda and Darry always took half the day off.
"Come on Pony! Chuck your stuff in our room and go help me!" Soda yelled in a strained voice as he was currently wrestling with Steve.
"Sure!" Ponyboy yelled back over the noise of the music, which was blasting from the box at full volume and the groaning of Steve and Soda on the floor (A/N: Get those dirty thoughts out of your heads you perverts.)
Pony headed for his and Soda's bedroom and threw his stuff n the corner. Just as he was about to leave the room he paused and took the letter out of his pocket and stared at it. Finally he opened it. It read:
Dear Ponyboy,
Come to 1745 Dawn Alley at 2 am. Come alone and don't tell everyone where you are.
Love, You'll know soon
Ponyboy stared at the letter. Meet someone you don't know at midnight in Dawn Alley? Dawn Alley was known for the strange people that walked there. Even the Socs never came there. Once they did. Five of them entered, none returned. It was all over the papers. No one knew what happened and no one was brave and stupid enough to enter the valley.
About a week ago Ponyboy passed the alley with Johnny and a tall, cloaked figure came out of there. They didn't see his face, but it was dark at the time, and the stranger seemed to be giving off some sort of glow. The stranger turned to look at Ponyboy, and though his face seemed to be hidden in shadow Pony got a glimpse of it. It was pale and the eyes were a stunning color of blue. His and the strangers eyes met for a split second. At that moment Pony had received a sudden change of emotion, instead of feeling scared stiff like he had, he suddenly felt warm and sort of, like he was somehow connected to the stranger, but as soon as he broke eye contact, this feeling went away and the old one returned and his heart started beating extra fast again.
Johnny and him had been standing there rooted to the spot, but after the stranger was 10 feet away they ran back to Pony's home.
Pony didn't know what to think. It might be some sort of strange joke by the Socs, or an attempt to kill him by the Socs. Although... the Socs wouldn't write 'love' if their lives depended on it, and they were even more scared to go to Dawn Alley than the Greasers.
He wasn't about to tell his brothers about the letter and spoil anything. What if this was serious and he would ruin it because he told his brothers where he was going. He put the letter back inside his pocket and went back into the living room, where he joined Steve and Soda in wrestling.
"Man, Pony what took you so long? I'm dying down here!!!" Soda yelled through giggles because Steve was holding him down and tickling him.
"Ermm... bathroom break." Pony said as he made another useless attempt at tugging Steve off Soda. He managed to pull Steve back a little but Steve wasn't going to give in easily. He yelled:
"Two-bit! Come help me over here!"
Two-bit let out a roar of joy and jumped on Pony's back, who tumbled over onto Steve, who was already on top of Soda.
Soda let out a groan as the air was knocked out of him.
"Two-bit! You cow! You could do with loosing a few pounds!" Steve yelled.
"No kidding! Two-bit! Get your butt off us!" Pony said.
Soda let out a noise of agreement, since he couldn't talk very well without any air.
"All right, all right! I'm getting up!" Two-bit answered grinning.
* 1:45 AM *
Pony got slowly and carefully out of bed, so as not to wake Soda. He quickly got dressed and went into the living room. He heard a small snort and movement. He whipped around his heart beating fast, only to find Steve, who had just rolled over in his sleep, on the couch. He breathed in relief and walked over to the open window, not wanting to use the door since it would probably wake Steve. He placed a foot on the ledge and pushed himself up and through the window. He paused to make sure that Steve was still asleep.
He then moved toward the street in the direction of Dawn Alley.
He didn't know what madness made him come down here tonight. He just felt a dire need to know who the people that wrote the letter were. He also felt that this would explain something he had not the faintest idea about. He shook the thoughts out of his head. No, he had only come here because of curiosity, nothing more. And yet, he always felt cautiousness along with curiosity... He threw these thoughts out of his head, as he had arrived at the corner of Dawn Alley.
He took a deep breath and plunged into the thick cloud of fog that stood between him and his goal.
Yet, there was nothing frightening that met him here, merely a creepy alley in the middle of the night. He stated searching for 1745, and found it quite quickly. He took another deep breath and knocked. No one answered. He stood there for a few minutes, and then growing impatient, tested the door handle. He gave a soft gasp as it turned freely. He held his hand in place, but didn't open the door, dreading what was on the other side. He summoned up his courage and swung the door open. He let out a scream that was unheard by anyone as he got plunged forward into a mist of glowing color.
***
Some of you might have guessed what's going on, since I gave you a couple of hints, some of you might be completely oblivious to it. Some of you may hate me for what I write next, some of you may love me, you never know, but just to tell you: flames don't bother me. So go ahead, send me one and give me a good laugh.
Chapter 1
"Bye Johnny!" Ponyboy yelled to Johnny as he turned into his driveway and Johnny went on to his own home to drop of his stuff quickly and then come back to the Curtis's.
He took out the mail automatically and skimmed through it. They rarely ever got letters; it was mostly junk and bills. This time it was two bills, a whole pile of junk and... a letter.
Ponyboy looked at it with surprise. He turned it over and looked even more surprised when he found that it was addressed to him. He hid it in his pocket, wanting to read it alone at first, and went in, finding his brothers and the gang as was usual for a Friday, since Soda and Darry always took half the day off.
"Come on Pony! Chuck your stuff in our room and go help me!" Soda yelled in a strained voice as he was currently wrestling with Steve.
"Sure!" Ponyboy yelled back over the noise of the music, which was blasting from the box at full volume and the groaning of Steve and Soda on the floor (A/N: Get those dirty thoughts out of your heads you perverts.)
Pony headed for his and Soda's bedroom and threw his stuff n the corner. Just as he was about to leave the room he paused and took the letter out of his pocket and stared at it. Finally he opened it. It read:
Dear Ponyboy,
Come to 1745 Dawn Alley at 2 am. Come alone and don't tell everyone where you are.
Love, You'll know soon
Ponyboy stared at the letter. Meet someone you don't know at midnight in Dawn Alley? Dawn Alley was known for the strange people that walked there. Even the Socs never came there. Once they did. Five of them entered, none returned. It was all over the papers. No one knew what happened and no one was brave and stupid enough to enter the valley.
About a week ago Ponyboy passed the alley with Johnny and a tall, cloaked figure came out of there. They didn't see his face, but it was dark at the time, and the stranger seemed to be giving off some sort of glow. The stranger turned to look at Ponyboy, and though his face seemed to be hidden in shadow Pony got a glimpse of it. It was pale and the eyes were a stunning color of blue. His and the strangers eyes met for a split second. At that moment Pony had received a sudden change of emotion, instead of feeling scared stiff like he had, he suddenly felt warm and sort of, like he was somehow connected to the stranger, but as soon as he broke eye contact, this feeling went away and the old one returned and his heart started beating extra fast again.
Johnny and him had been standing there rooted to the spot, but after the stranger was 10 feet away they ran back to Pony's home.
Pony didn't know what to think. It might be some sort of strange joke by the Socs, or an attempt to kill him by the Socs. Although... the Socs wouldn't write 'love' if their lives depended on it, and they were even more scared to go to Dawn Alley than the Greasers.
He wasn't about to tell his brothers about the letter and spoil anything. What if this was serious and he would ruin it because he told his brothers where he was going. He put the letter back inside his pocket and went back into the living room, where he joined Steve and Soda in wrestling.
"Man, Pony what took you so long? I'm dying down here!!!" Soda yelled through giggles because Steve was holding him down and tickling him.
"Ermm... bathroom break." Pony said as he made another useless attempt at tugging Steve off Soda. He managed to pull Steve back a little but Steve wasn't going to give in easily. He yelled:
"Two-bit! Come help me over here!"
Two-bit let out a roar of joy and jumped on Pony's back, who tumbled over onto Steve, who was already on top of Soda.
Soda let out a groan as the air was knocked out of him.
"Two-bit! You cow! You could do with loosing a few pounds!" Steve yelled.
"No kidding! Two-bit! Get your butt off us!" Pony said.
Soda let out a noise of agreement, since he couldn't talk very well without any air.
"All right, all right! I'm getting up!" Two-bit answered grinning.
* 1:45 AM *
Pony got slowly and carefully out of bed, so as not to wake Soda. He quickly got dressed and went into the living room. He heard a small snort and movement. He whipped around his heart beating fast, only to find Steve, who had just rolled over in his sleep, on the couch. He breathed in relief and walked over to the open window, not wanting to use the door since it would probably wake Steve. He placed a foot on the ledge and pushed himself up and through the window. He paused to make sure that Steve was still asleep.
He then moved toward the street in the direction of Dawn Alley.
He didn't know what madness made him come down here tonight. He just felt a dire need to know who the people that wrote the letter were. He also felt that this would explain something he had not the faintest idea about. He shook the thoughts out of his head. No, he had only come here because of curiosity, nothing more. And yet, he always felt cautiousness along with curiosity... He threw these thoughts out of his head, as he had arrived at the corner of Dawn Alley.
He took a deep breath and plunged into the thick cloud of fog that stood between him and his goal.
Yet, there was nothing frightening that met him here, merely a creepy alley in the middle of the night. He stated searching for 1745, and found it quite quickly. He took another deep breath and knocked. No one answered. He stood there for a few minutes, and then growing impatient, tested the door handle. He gave a soft gasp as it turned freely. He held his hand in place, but didn't open the door, dreading what was on the other side. He summoned up his courage and swung the door open. He let out a scream that was unheard by anyone as he got plunged forward into a mist of glowing color.
***
Some of you might have guessed what's going on, since I gave you a couple of hints, some of you might be completely oblivious to it. Some of you may hate me for what I write next, some of you may love me, you never know, but just to tell you: flames don't bother me. So go ahead, send me one and give me a good laugh.