Society's Violins

By: Me and Emoichic

Chapter 1 "New Arrivals and Recoveries"

3rd person POV-

A few days ago Dallas Winston got shot by a few cops, Dally lived and was now in New York running from the fuzz.

The death scene threw the fuzz off track so Dally should be safe for a while.

Back in Tulsa Johnny was getting out of the hospital it's been weeks, the doctors said he'll won't live so it was a miracle to them too.

The whole gang minus Dallas was there to pick him up.

Johnny wasn't allowed to walk for a few days so he was going to have to use a wheel chair.

Darry was driving, everyone else was in the back of his truck. They have just pulled in the parking lot of the hospital.

They all jump out and half-walk and half-run in.

When they make it up to the check-in desk Soda asks, "Were here to pick up Johnny Cade."

"In the waiting room." The nurse says, pointing towards its direction. "Thanks" Darry's the only one that says that, because everyone else is too busy running to the waiting room.

Darry shakes his head, sighing, and follows the gang in.

"Hey Johnnycake how does it feel to finally be free?" Two-bit asks.

"I'm not free yet Two-bit, I'm still in the hospital." Johnny says, smiling at the fact he's finally free to leave.

He's been at the hospital for weeks now, and now he has to stay in a wheel chair for a few days.

'This is going to be fun, even when I leave I won't be able to move' Johnny thought.

Soda's the one that pushes Johnny out, and as soon as they exit the doors Two-bit yells, "Your free, Johnny."

"Okay, now I'm free." Johnny says, smiling and looking around.

"You look like you're looking for something that changed while you were in the hospital." Pony says, studying Johnny's reaction on being outside.

"Yeah, sorry Johnnycake nothing changed. Two-bit's still a drunk, Soda and me are still working, so is Darry, Pony still reads books, Dally still gets in trouble with the fuzz and Shepard, and the socs still hate us, and jump us." Steve said, getting a dirty look from Pony and a sigh from Johnny.

"I know. Where's Dally anyway?" Johnny asks, just noticing Dally's disappearance. (Which is surprising since its Dally were talking about.)

"We don't know, he just disappeared after the doctors told him you were dead." Soda says.

"But I'm not. Does he know that?" Johnny asks, looking at the gang's faces.

The gang just shake their heads not knowing what to say. Two-bit puts his hand on Johnny's shoulder after seeing his reaction to their answer.

"Don't worry Johnny, he'll show up, he always does. Knowing Dally he's probably locked up in the cooler for some stupid stunt he decided to do." Two-bit says, trying to lighten the mood.

Johnny managed a smile, which was good enough for Two-bit, and they got in the car.

They drove home and talked about how they were going to celebrate Johnny getting out of the hospital.

They tried to avoid talking about Dally, because to tell you the truth they didn't know if he was alive and well, or dead somewhere on the streets.

Hopefully not the second one.

Dally's POV-

My feet pounded on the concrete of the back streets of New York City.

I was running from the fuzz. I never thought I'll ever come back here.

But I didn't have a choice I had to get out of Tulsa. It killed me to know Johnny, helpless little Johnnycake died.

I couldn't stand it, I had to get away before I went crazy. I came to New York to get away from the fuzz, and to start a new life.

I have a reputation here like I do in Tulsa, and if I stayed I'll just ruin it by being miserable.

But here my reputation is different. In Tulsa I was feared by everyone but Shepard and the gang (I hope).

Here I'm feared by the whole city. If someone crossed my path, they'll stop turn run and keep running until they get to Texas.

I finally stopped running when I reached an abandoned alley. I sat down to catch my breath and just think about what I got myself into.

The heater wasn't loaded, but the fuzz didn't know that and they shot anyways.

I survived, I didn't want to, but I did. And know I was here in New York where anything can go wrong, thinking about the gang.

I kicked myself mentally. The gang weren't my family. I didn't have a family.

Not anymore cause the only family I had died in a hospital bed because of 3rd degree burns.

If only I was quicker, I could have saved him. No, I thought, he didn't have a chance if he didn't die then he would probably die of another jumping from the socs, or his dad really getting him, or just plain killing himself.

It wasn't my fault.

I just hope Johnny knows that.

Johnny's POV-

It's been a few weeks, I finally got to get out of the dang wheelchair, but I had to go to the cooler for a couple of weeks for the Bob situation.

I wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Dally was still gone and I was getting worried.

I just hoped he was alright.

I was at the Curtis', everyone was there. When we heard the knock at the door.

Darry answered it, leaving the rest of us to peak out the window to see who it was.

It was a girl with blond hair that passed her shoulder and was almost to her chest, it curled at the tips, and she had blue eyes.

She was wearing the kind of stuff Steve's girlfriend Evie wears, and let's just say she was a real looker.

"Can I help you?" Darry asked, politely. We could tell just by his voice that he didn't know her.

"Yes, can you tell me where I can find Dallas Winston?" She asked, looking up at Darry.

She didn't even seem a tiny bit scared of him, that's surprising cause everyone's intimidated by Darry.

"Actually I don't know where he is. Do you know him?"

"No honestly not, but Shepard said I could find him here."

"Well he hasn't been around for weeks now, so I can't really help you. Can I ask, why you need to talk to him?"

"I just need to." She got a small piece of paper out of her purse wrote something down gave it to Darry and said, "Here's my number. If you can call me if you see him. Then I would appreciate it. Thank you and goodbye."

With that she left. Darry came back in looking as confused as we were.

Two-bit ignored the fact that this could be a serious situation and said, "Hey, I thought I was the one that gets the blonds."

"Two-bit shut up, who was it Darry?" Pony asked, looking at the number in his hand.

"I don't know. But I think she knows Dallas."

"We need to find him." I say, quietly.

"Johnny's right we need to find him before he does anything that can get him killed." Soda says.

Everyone nods in agreement while Darry goes and puts the number away.

Dally's POV-

I must have fell asleep because the next thing I knew I was being roughly kicked in the side. "Get up Dallas."

I stand up, and let my eyes adjust to the dark. That's when I realized I was standing in front of a cop.

"What do you want?"

"Thought you might be here. Come with me." The cop says, grabbing me by the arm and throwing me in the back of the car.

I tried to fight back, but I was half asleep, and it's not like it would help.

I was hauled to the station, they were going to ask me questions, but they're not going to get any. I'm not going down without a fight.

First they asked me why I ran. Then why I had a heater, why I threatened the fuzz. And so on and so forth.

I didn't answer any of them. I just stared at them like I didn't know what they were talking about.

But I did. It was the past, I came here to start a new life. That's what I'm going to do, and to make that happen I'm never going to talk about the gang, and Johnny again.

It will be like I never left New York, like I never even met them. It will be like there was never any rumbles, socs, and greasers.

No more playing football, no more watching that stupid mouse, no more worrying about Johnny being beaten to death almost every day.

And for sure, NO MORE GANG. This was my new life, just like my old life before Tulsa.

I was Dallas Winston I feared no one and everyone feared me. I'm not going to let some kid ruin my life.

I'm never going to love or care about anyone ever again. I'm not going to let it ruin my life like it did before.

I'm tough, cold, mean Dallas Winston and I didn't care about no one.

Well, so I thought.

Author's note: I hope u like and review. This was not my idea. Most credit goes to Emolichic1. So make sure to thank her for such a great story! R&R please! =)