haiiguise! its been a while, and im back. this is my very first The Outsiders fanfic so please bear. This is my favorite book ever, and if you haven't read it, YOU NEED TO GO BUY IT. Like seriously. It's just too great to be true, and as you can maybe tell, Dallas Winston is my favorite charrie. Soo, I hope you like it, and reviews are always loved! :)
NOTE: The Outsiders belongs to S.E. Hinton.
"Useless… fighting's no good…"
'Bullshit,' He thought to himself as he ran down the streets of Tulsa. Fighting always helped him in his time of need. What would Johnny know about that? He was just messin' with him. He had to be. Fighting always helped. Fighting the Socs was worth it. Because it was all for Johnny! He did it for Johnny. Although he would never admit it, he loved the kid. Johnny Cade was everybody's pet.
And now he was dead.
It ain't fair, y'know. Life. It ain't fuckin' fair to have Greasers and Socs to fuck everything up. It ain't fair for young kids to be living as hoods and stealing things for the thrill of it. It ain't fair to have the bad end of everything. And it ain't fair that Johnny had to die after saving those goddamn kids!
He quickly turned the corner and arrived at a phone station. He dialed the Curtis' number and pressed the phone against his ear. After a few rings, a voice picked up. "Hello?" It was Darry. "Hey, man, listen…" He slurred out as he shifted his weight onto his right leg. "I need you to meet me at the lot, man. I just, uh, robbed a store… The Cops are after me." There was a bit of a silence but he knew that Darry understood. "Sure, Dal. We'll meet you out there."
He dropped the phone and let it hang by the cords as he sprinted off again, but it was already too late. He could already hear the police sirens ringing in his ears, growing louder and louder after each step. "Come on," He muttered under his breath as he finally reached the lot.
Stupid fuckin' cops. Stupid socs and church fires. He was angry, and tired, and so lost. Johnny was the only thing he had ever loved, and now he was gone. He was alone once again. He had done so much. He found Ponyboy and Johnny a place to hide after they killed that soc. He lied to the police, to Soda, to Darry. He fought in the rumble, and Johnny was still dead. All that work for nothing. No matter what he did, it didn't change anything. Johnny Cade was dead and gone.
The police cars were now screeching to a stop and he quickly reached for the heater from his pocket. This was his plan. Without Johnny, there was no reason to live. He could hear the rest of the gang running towards them, yelling to stop. But they were too late. He raised his heater high and proud, and pointed it at one of the cops that stepped out of the car. The cops started yelling, and it all happened so fast. A few bangs were heard, and pain suddenly hit his chest.
It was a weird feeling, to get shot; to know you're dying. He's been in knife fights and rumbles before, but the pain didn't compare to how bad the bullet felt when it entered him. He looked out to the gang, heater still in hand, and noticed the scared expression on their faces, and for the first time since his plan begun, he wondered if he was making the right choice. More bullets shot into him and he let out a weak cough.
And as his vision started to blur, his breathing came to a stop, and he fell to the ground, feeling the defeat soak in.
But it was okay, because he wanted to be dead.
And Dallas Winston always got what he wanted.