DISCLAIMER: So,this is my first story to post on here,so I decided to go with my favorite book to write about. The Outsiders. I do not own these characters. S.E.Hinton does. I only own the plot of this. This is an AU where the the greasers get avian genes. You'll understand once the plot moves forward. So now,on with the story! Oh,and comments help for me to know what I did wrong or if I messed up the characters.
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Ponyboy Curtis groans filled the small living room in the Curtis's house. He dropped his head into his hands,feeling miserable as ever.
"Looks like a storm brewing outside huh Pone?" Sodapop questioned from behind. He links his arm onto the boy's shoulder,holding a tall glass of chocolate milk in the other. He took a sip while rubbing his little brother affectionately. Pony groaned at the touch,saying without words to continue comforting him.
Soda knew exactly why his kid brother was feeling gloomy on this particular stormy day. Johnny and him planned on going to the Dingo with Dallas, one of their gang member, and head out to the movie house to find a quick showing afterwards. The whole plan was ruined completely once the rain started to come down.
The Curtis brothers, including Johnny, was now stuck in the small house. The others were nowhere to be found. It was quite a shock that Steve,Two-bit, or Dallas was not here. Especially since it was storming quite bad. Soda hoped at least while it was storming badly, they would at least seek some shelter. Or in their case, not to cause mischief.
Soda looked to the side to see a hunched over Johnny Cade on their couch,his leather jacket over his small body, covering his face from the world. A shock of lightning filled the humid,rainy night sky. A tiny squeak erupted from the sixteen year old. His body quivered in fear and embarrassed. Soda understood perfectly.
The young teen could be fearless and tough if he wanted too,but everyone in the gang knew he despised storms. Aside from the fear over the storm, he was disappointed as Pony was.
The screen door gave a sudden bang. Darry sauntered in the house, dripping from rainwater. His dark brown hair stuck to his face. The grease in his hair didn't fare it any better.
Silence resume the house. The slight dripping of clothes and the patterning of rain was the only thing that was heard.
Johnny uplifted the silence, having to feel uncomfortable in the situation, by clearing his throat. He spoke softly to the elder man.
"What happen to ya Darry? Your soaking like you just ran a marathon."
Darry shook his head,spraying bits of water on the occupants. He sighed, looking at the mess he had to clean up sooner or later.
"Had to go fix my truck."
Soda settled his empty glass in the kitchen sink, following with a quick remark. He covered it quickly though with a cough, teasing his brother.
"Could've just asked me."
Darry lifted his lips to a small smile.
"Whatever you say little buddy."
Darry glanced at Pony and Johnny. He frowned. He knew they would be depressed over not spending time with Dallas. He breathe out through his nose. He was probably going to regret this later.
"Soda,go fetch me a towel so I can dry myself off would ya please?"
"Aye Aye Captain." Soda saluted,running off afterwards to search for a clean towel.
Darry pinched his nose closing his eyes.
"Pony," The teen lifted his head. He seemed dazed a little, probably by falling asleep in his hands without knowing. "Johnny." He sheepishly looked from his jacket by the acknowledgement of his name.
"You two can sit on the front steps for a little while. You need fresh air instead of sitting in some stuffy house. Pony,either use yours or Johnny's jacket for protection."
At that,Darry trudged to his room,clothes slouching with water in every step with Soda right behind him with the towel.
Pony had already gotten up from his position. He walked to the door only to be met by slandering rain.
"I don't think it's a good idea to good outside man." Johnny commented.
"Yeah,you have a point." Pony didn't feel like arguing with his friend over if they should go outside or not. He had a point anyway. The rain was pounding as hard as ever and standing outside with winds so high it felt like you could fly.
Johnny blew out a breath of air, glad that Pony understood. He snuggled beneath the jean jacket again while Ponyboy searched high and low for a book he hadn't already read.
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Pondering feet sounded out with the heavy rain in rhythm. Two-bit Mathews laughed at his companions behind him. He never thought they could actually out run them.
Steve panted out in short gasps, feeling the blood pumping to his head. Dallas fared no better. He held his stomach in agony, having to get shot by the police trying to escape. Damn rain messed him up.
"Two-bit,you sonuvabitch!" Dallas roared behind clenched teeth. Fuck,he never felt so much pain in his entire life. He buckled onto the wet highway, rain and dew filling his nose. For once in his life trying to do good,he gets freaking shot. He should've listen to his gut and went out with his "friends" instead of helping Two-bit steal porn mags. Fucking. Porn. Mags. The teen better be thankful if the police catches him first instead of Dallas.
Steve didn't need to be in the mix of the situation anyway,but decided to for shits and giggles. The damn greaser saw his life flash between his eyes in the moments of escaping. "Should of seen it coming when he teased the officers saying "you can't handle the randle." Dallas thought to himself.
Two-bit whooped and hollered like he was in a rodeo. He spread his arms out in the open, rain spreading the cold bitterness across his body.
"Man,I haven't felt so alive in years!"
" Yeah,well your years are about to be over if you don't shut the hell up." Steve retorted.
Two-bit ignored the witty comment. He continued to holler and scream. Jumping up and down yelling at the top of his lungs. Both Dallas and Steve couldn't believe this was a grown man.
"You're willing to sacrifice Two-bit to the officers if we get caught right?"
"What kind of fucking question is that?"
Silence between them.
"Of course."
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Why the fuck didn't they give away Two-bit?!
Feet bouncing off the concrete and shouts of guns echoed across Tulsa empty streets.
Two-bit was ahead of them all, observing violently for a phone booth. Dallas groaned in pain,having to run again. Steve panted, helping Dal when he had to stop short.
"Come on Dal,hurry up before they shoot you again!"
"What the hell do you think I'm doing asshole?!"
Arguing wouldn't help with the situation they were in, but Steve was beginning to think Dallas was becoming a full on drama queen.
"Guys,get your hood selves over here now!" Two-bit yelled form an alleyway. It had a phone booth which was good news. Since the police were far behind,they all could hide behind the walls without being seen,which was another good thing. Two-bit waved his arms frantically, seeming crazy to the other two greasers from where they were. If Dallas wasn't in agony,he would of laughed.
For now,laughing gives him pain.
Steve found the "attempt" to hide them ridiculous.
"Why can we not fight them like real men? We can obviously win if-"
"Randle,I swear to God if you don't drag me to that alley way,I would gladly kick your ass and get you more into this mess."
Steve didn't think twice on that thought. He realized that what comes out of Dallas Winston mouth, he doesn't back-track on it. He wasn't afraid to get his ass kicked,just that he didn't want to go to jail. Yet.
Gun shots were nearing. With Dallas on the ground,and Steve standing there like an idiot, they were screwed.
"Hurry the fuck up Randle!"
"OK ok,jeez give me a sec."
Steve hoisted Dally under his armpits. Gunshots ranged even closer.
They were too late.
Six officers surround them. All heaters were pointed to the two greasers.
"You think they would come for us for important matters rather than some porn mags." Dallas whispered. He snickered when a short fat cop pulled out their circle.
"Ah Ha! We got you two know!"
Wait. Two? Where was Two-bit? Steve scanned his head to the small alleyway. Either the passage hid him well, or Two-bit sprinted himself away.
"Yeah,what a pal we have." Steve deadpanned.
Rain poured harder before, leaning into everyone's faces. Steve squinted his eyes trying to seals Dally's own.
"Holy shit,Steve look."
Steve trained his eyes to Dally's blazing blue eyes in confusion.
"What?"
Dally grabbed his companion's face,tilted upward ruffly.
"That you idiot! Where the hell did the police go?!"
He was right. Spots that were taking over by the police were now empty. Rain replaced them. Only Steve, and an almost dying Dallas were left. Winds beat against their faces,adding to the unbearable cold.
Steve was silent for a moment. He then lifted Dallas again,helping him stand. They began to walk. Steve shouted out Two-bit's name. He had to be somewhere. Hell,he probably left to get "help" from the Curtis's. That was an stupid idea.
The duo limped in silence, not wanting to think about how the police suddenly left them.
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"I got a bad feeling about this storm Pony."
Ponyboy lifted his head in confusion. He settled his third book he had fished for earlier onto his lap.
No word yet was heard from the trio that was left out in the storm. Shrivers tingled Pony's spine thinking what could happen to them. He shook his head. His overactive imagination could take a hold of him badly. He decided to answer his friend's question.
"Why ya think that Johnny?"
Johnny stared out the curtain window. Traces of rain skidded from the panes, creating disfigured shadows.
"I don't know Pone,I just do." He replied without looking back.
Pone expression wavered. Something was wrong. Badly wrong. Johnny wouldn't be this worried over a storm. Not like this.
The phone rang. Pony went to answer it, to only be stopped by a frantic Soda. Eagerly picking up the phone,he rushed his speech. He was as scared as the rest of them left at the house.
"Hello? Steve?"
A short pause.
"Two-Bit!?" Where are you? Where's Dally and Steve."
Another pause.
"Slow down buddy! Jesus Two- your where?"
Johnny joined where Ponyboy was standing. He was clueless.
"YOU LEFT THEM?!"
Ponyboy cringed,never to hear Soda yell loud like this. Darry walz's from his room with now clean clothes. He was eager to know more why his little brother was yelling like a lunatic, then who occupied the other line.
"Sodapop Patrick Curtis! Why the hell are you yelling like that?!"
He heard an audible "hold on Two-bit" then his brother's voice rang out.
"Two-bit said him and the others are running from the police!" concern laced his little brother's voice. He continued, with sarcasm. "Apparently, he left Dal and Steve behind to get help."
Why the hell where the guys running from the police when it was dangerous enough with the storm? And if be heard correctly, he abandoned them?
Yeah, Two-bit outta be ashamed for himself.
Darry sighed for the third time this night, tired from the stress for saving his gang's asses so much.
Grabbing his jacket, he went to the front door, ushering Soda to follow. Following in pursuit, a confuse Pony follows his brothers to the front door.
"What happen? Are the guys okay?"
"Yeah baby,they're fine. Just stay here with Johnny until we get back."
"Why can't Johnny and me come?", the teen protested. He knew that his brothers had to hurry and find the trio, but he felt left out. Things like this he was always left out. The teen was fourteen,yet was treated as if he was a small child. "We'll stay in the truck and keep eye out."
Darry fumed, having not wanting to argue with his little brother and waste time, he obliged to the offer.
"Fine. Just stay in the truck and don't get out, ya hear?"
Pony nodded, sprinting to Soda and his shared room. He was surprised that Darry didn't try and stop him. Usually when pestering his brother, arguments broke out. He proposed his brother didn't want to waste anytime and start arguing over a little thing,to why he was allowed to go. Plus,they couldn't go out earlier from the request of Darry with the rain smacking you in the face so that was something else.
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"Shit,shit,shit! I'm fucking screwed!" Two-bit ran to where he left Dally and Steve, having to not go far anyway, only to met by nothing. He should've seen it coming. He left them after all, and they merely went on with or without him. Or,they were caught by the police.
With that thought, Two-bit darted to where they might have went. The park.
Rain,thunder, and lighting synchronized into one. Two-bit carried on with himself,being halfway weirded out with the storm. In all his years living in Tulsa, this was the most weird storm yet he'd seen. Hell,in all of Oklahoma,he was sure storms like this didn't freak you out this much.
After some time,he made it to his destination. Two-bit panted, turning in circles to see where his friends were. Near the center of the park,he saw two figures on the ground. That had to be them.
"Guys!," Two-bit yelled with hope, "I'd thought I lost you for a-"
He was cut off short. A small pebble hit him right in the eye. He hissed in pain, doubling over in tiny agony.
"What the fuck Steve!?"
"I should say the same thing about you! You fucking left us!"
"I was getting help!"
"Cut the bull! You could at least "help" to get me and Dal over to the alleyway! We almost got caught!"
Well,he did have a point. Two-bit open his mouth to retort back, but decided not to say anything. He mumbled something inconsiderate.
"Yeah,that's what I thought."
A horn beeped. Dally winced in pain from the sudden noise. He gained a headache while limping to the park. A truck pulled up near the trio. Steve waved his hands,singling were he and the rest were located. Dull lights shined over them. Doors slammed, with two figures jumping out from the bed of the truck.
Pony,Darry,Soda,and Johnny scrambled to them, seeing Dally's eyes closed in what seemed like pain.
"Two-bit!, Soda called to the greasers,nose seeming too flare,"you didn't tell us that Dally is almost dying!"
Two-bit looked at the greaser more closely. Huh. Well shit. He didn't notice he was bleeding this bad.
"Woops."
Johnny pushed his way to Dally. He squatted down to the grass to met Dallas.
"Dal? You okay? You're bleeding like a stuck pig."
Dallas open his eyes, his blue eyes meeting with black.
He chuckled, then coughed a bit, seeming to forget that laughter and any movement gives him immense pain.
"Yeah. I'm fine Johnnycakes. Don't worry 'bout me." He ruffled the tan greasers dark wet hair with bloodied hands. Even with his hands covered with blood,the young teen took the affection.
Rain continue to fall heavily. Then, *BOOM*. Lightning struck all around the groυp,making some of them jump from the shock.
"What the hell was that?!" Dally chimed. He coughed, regretting speaking.
" I don't know,but we need to leave. Now!"
The gang nodded in agreement. Steve,with the help of the gang, lifted Dally as best as they could. He grunted and hiss,but stayed as limp as he could.
Rain pounded harder and harder. Thunder boomed louder than ever. Lighting strikes closer and closer until……
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Pony warned them. They didn't realize it,but it was too late. Darkness spread over their bodies. Pony felt his flesh sizzle. Screams wanted to erupted from him,but nothing came out. This was it. They were all done for. It would've come sooner or later for the reputation that greasers uphold,but never in their entire life could they thought they would die like this.