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"oh crap...oh crap...HOLY-" Two-Bit had heard the ambulances as they wailed past the DX, their sirens tunelessly screaming down the open road headed straight for the East side of town. Two-Bit was not one to worry. Worry was for people who couldn't handle anything. People who weren't tuff or tough. Dally was wrong- if you become too tough, its a weakness. The only real protection from pain is humor.
Two-Bit had hurriedly put out his cigarette to follow the Fuzz in his beat up pick-up truck. He should be getting back to PonyBoy anyway, although he figured Soda had already reached him. He sighed, not looking forward to the talking to he was bound to get from darry. After a few minutes of mindless tailgating of the police, who couldn't seem to care less, his mouth dropped open involuntarily, as if he had just now seen the Fuzz.
It was not uncommon to see police and EMTs hanging about the East side. There was even a group of them that came into the DX everyday for a pack of smokes and to bother greasers who came in there. The troubling part about the the sirens is that they had parked, lights still blazing and the ear-splitting wail, right in front of the Curtis' house.
"Oh crap...holy crap...HOLY-" What he said next was drowned out by the yelling and general business of the crime scene.
Two-Bit ran up to the crime tape, but was stopped by an officer. The officer wore a pouty expression suitable for a three year old, obviously upset with his task in the scene.
"Sorry kid, you can't go in there. Only authorized-"
"My friends in there!"
"As I said, I am sorry but only police are allowed in the crime scene." He droned out his lines, as though he had long since memorized them.
"Why ain't you in there then, huh?" He looked upset with Two-Bit's jibe. taking advantage of this, he ducked under the police officers outstretched arm and tore off to the back door, where he snuck in, leaving the now pissed man to chase after him, only to be stopped by an equally pissed looking senior officer.
In another time, Two-Bit would have laughed. However, laughter seemed as inconceivable as flight at the moment, while his mind was so preoccupied with thoughts of Pony, Soda and Darry.
Slipping in between two doctors into the bedroom which Soda and Pony shared, Two-Bit finally saw them.
He almost wished that he were still outside, arguing with the failed cop. The look that Darry gave him was so hate-filled, it made him stumble backwards a little.
But most surprisingly and torturously of all was happy-go-lucky Sodapop's expression, which looked pleadingly at Two-Bit as if asking him, "Why?"
But then Two-Bit realized what should have been obvious. The third brother, the one who used to love drawing, who used to watch movies as though they held the key to happiness, who used to laugh at Two-Bit's joke in a soft, almost inaudible chuckle.
"Darry, I- where's Pony? he isn't...he can't be..." Unable to finish the sentence, Two-Bit simply looked at Darry pleadingly, begging superman to give him some good news.
"Dead?" Darry finished for him. Two-Bit swallowed, and after an indeterminable amount of time, Darry said-
To be continued...
