Disclaimer: SE Hinton has ownage of characters. Francis Ford Coppala probably has more of a right then I do.
A.N: As always I go by movie-verse for the most part, especially the way the characters look. (PS- I have officially read the book; It was awesome! =D) Aside from the prologue, each chapter is dedicated to one member of the gang, in the order of which they die.
Although not strictly necessary it may help to read my story Crossfire in the Sky to understand where I'm coming from here. And then Failure before Crossfire since the latter is the sequel to the former.
As usual, story is written out but gonna take me a few days to upload.
Summary: Spin-off of Crossfire in the sky. One by one, the remaining gang dies and joins Dallas and Johnny.
Dallas Winston snatched the last fry with an internal smirk as he ignored Johnny's, although playfully, but glowering glare.
"You know there is more where these came from right?" Dallas asked this time a smirk coming through.
"Well, since you ate the last fry, you can go get it", Johnny groused picking up his milkshake and taking a sip. He ended up sucking the air in the cup after a few seconds. "And while you are back there, get me another shake, will you?" he paused his air sucking the cup to say before going back.
Dallas rolled his eyes and stood up from the table that was situated outside and proceeded to walk into the kitchen of The Dingo and began rummaging around for some more fries, as well as fixing another milkshake for Johnny.
Although Dallas was sure he'd had been with Johnny in their strange version of an afterlife for many years, he still couldn't get over just how similar their afterlife was to their lives when they were alive. When he arrived long ago, though he felt it was only a few days ago, it was night time. Since then, he learned there seemed to be a day and night situation, although slightly different from the living world.
The weather was always cool and mild, it never got really cold or really hot. It was like it was springtime for an eternity. Dallas had gotten used to that quick. The night sky that was a beautiful black and purple with millions of stars and four moons, was slightly different in the day. The day sky was a beautiful baby blue with a greenish hue and a shred of purple from the night. The four moons were always in the sky. Johnny thought they served as a weird version of a sun or rather suns. At night they were a milky yellowish color and in the day they almost white.
It was quiet as Dallas fixed up the food and sat it on a tray. Well, that was because, there was not another soul around for miles. He and Johnny knew because they looked. Well, excluding Mr. and Mrs. Curtis and themselves there wasn't anyone else around. He and Johnny had been all over the place. The country and even the West side where the Socs were supposedly had lived. The layout for their afterlife was exactly like the layout of the neighborhood and its surroundings…minus all the people.
They had the run of this place and Dallas thought it was awesome. Even more awesome was the fact that he and Johnny ran the place together. He couldn't imagine living in this place by himself. Dallas picked up the tray and walked back to the table. Somehow, when they went out to eat there was always food there. It was like it magically appeared or something, so techincally they never had to cook...unless they wanted to. Mrs. Curtis sometimes cooked but neither Dallas or Johnny knew how or even wanted to for that matter.
This afterlife was weird but Dallas found he wasn't knocking it. He gave Johnny his shake. "Thank you", Johnny grinned.
Dallas grinned back and sat down starting on more fries. Johnny had already begun eating some. What Dallas was most pleased about was the fact that Johnny wasn't the same scared kid he had been when he was living. Johnny was more outgoing and could be sassy if he wanted to be. He as the kid that Dallas always knew he could be.
Suddenly the temperature dropped and the sky darkened slightly. Johnny shivered. "What was that?" he asked as he looked around.
"I don't know. This never happened before, did it?" Dallas asked, looking around as well, before looking back at Johnny.
Said young male was staring fixedly at a spot behind Dallas, his mouth opened slightly. Dallas followed his glaze, turning to look. His own mouth fell open slightly. There was a beam of light that looked like a tornado some distance away. Even as far away as it was, it twinkled like stars in the sky. It was gone as fast as it came and the temperature returned to normal, the minor darkness in the sky disappearing.
There was silence for a good minute.
"What...was that?" Dallas hissed finally, his eyes narrowing as he glanced back at Johnny.
Johnny stood up. "I think I might know…." He took off. "Come on!"
Dallas stuffed a final fry into his mouth and darted after Johnny. "Hey, wait up man! It could be dangerous."
"Dally, we're dead…I think we past the danger zone", Johnny said wryly.
"Well, slow down and tell me what's going on." Dallas tone booked no argument.
Johnny conceded and the two walked at a brisk pace to the general sighting of the tornado. "This happened just before you came."
Dallas blinked. It took a minute before then he put everything together. "Do you mean….someone else has died? That we got a new member to this club."
"That's my guess", Johnny nodded.
Both Dallas and Johnny wondered about this new development.
TBC…
A.N: Needed a prologue to set up the story and to see how Johnny and Dallas are doing. Now, let's see if anyone can guess who will rejoin the gang first. We got five choices….