Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders…

Warning: Violence.

Previously…

We all ate in peace. That is until we heard a door being kicked open.

Chapter 2: The Three Angry Hitmen

When the front door was kicked open, all hell broke loose. Bullets started to fly and we all ducked down for cover. I looked over to Sarah, who was cowering in fear in her seat. I would have found it amusing if we were in a different situation. She would probably say the same since I'm shaking in fear.

A tall and muscular man appeared with a large gun in his hands. He looked at all of us but stopped at my Dad. He went to my Dad and violently picked him up from my shirt.

"Where the hell is my money Samuel?!" The man asked.

"I told you I'd get it for you." Dad said, slightly whimpering.

"You've been telling me that for the last year, and I'm getting sick and tired of your excuses." The man yelled.

"Will, can't we talk this out like civilized people?"

"I'm done talking. Give me my money now or I'm a do something drastic." Will warned.

"Please, give me a week or so and I'll double it." There was silence.

"You gave me no choice." Will whispered. He took his gun and pointed it at mom.

"Where's the money?" He asked, looking Dad directly in the eyes.

"Fine. It's with my accountant." Dad confessed.

"Take me to him." Will started. "Woody, Ridge, keep an eye out for the others." Two men, who was also tall and muscular walked in and sat down in the extra chairs in the corner. Will left with Dad and Woody and Ridge stayed with us in the dining room. Nobody dared to say a word until Ridge spoke up.

"You," He pointed to me. "What's your name?"

"D-Darrel." I said.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"17."

He chuckled, "So you're basically an adult."

"I guess." He studied me for a second, then looked at Woody.

"Take the two to the living room; I wanna talk to him in private." Woody escorted Sarah and Mom out, both of them with looks of fear in their eyes. I started to sweat out of nervousness.

"Let me ask you something," He started, scooting his seat up across from me, "Do you know why we're here?"

"N-no."

"You wanna know?" He asked me. I nodded slowly.

"Well, your Dad hired us to err…, take out a rival of his, and your cheap ass Dad hasn't paid us yet." He simply said. And he didn't have to tell me who it was, I already knew it was Dan Hart, my dad's friend/business rival.

I was shocked. I couldn't believe my Dad could do something like that. After all he taught us about not hurting others for your own selfish purposes and whatnot, he does this? To be honest, if he were here I wouldn't be able to look him in the eye, and if I did I would probably yell and curse up a storm. But today I found out who my Dad really is, a murdering hypocrite.

And to me, it doesn't matter if he didn't kill Dan, but he was very much responsible for his death. In my eyes, the blood is still on my dad's hands.

"How much?" I asked, hurt and anger visible in my voice.

"5 grand." Ridge pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to me.

"I don't smoke." I said, handing the cigarette back. Instead, he shoves it in my mouth and lights it up.

"Well, you're a smoker today," He started, "You look like you need one anyway; you look like you're about to kill someone."

I inhaled the disgusting smoke into my lungs and immediately started coughing a fit. I wanted to just put it out, but I was afraid Ridge was gonna shoot me or something.

"Damn, you weren't lying when you said you didn't smoke." He said. There was a moment of silence until I spoke up.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked.

"I don't know, you seem like one of us."

"'One of us'?" I asked.

"Yeah, like big and serious like."

I nodded right before the door was kicked in yet again. I turned around to see two police officers come in yelling the usual cop stuff.

"Stand up slowly and put your hands behind your head!" They yelled. We complied. After I tried to tell the cops I was one of the hostages one cop told me to 'Shut the hell up before I got shot'. So I kept quiet until Mom and Sarah could get me out.

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An hour later I was sitting in a dirty holding cell next to Ridge when I heard the cell door being unlocked and opened. I looked up from my lap to see none other than Will and Dad. I immediately put on my 'I hate you' face as they were put in and locked in the jail cell. I faced the other way towards Ridge when he sat down next to me.

"Son, I can expl-" He started to say.

"You don't have to explain anything; I already know." I said angry.

"Then you know that I had to do it."

"No, you didn't have to do it."

"Son, you'll understand when you're older that sometimes you have to do things that hurts other people for you to thrive."

"I'll never understand how you could kill you own friend! He was like a brother to you! And if that's the world we live in, then you might as well kill me right now. You have no explanation for what you've done! I hate you and I hope you rot in jail!" I finished yelling my rant. I would've punched him too if we weren't in handcuffs.

He looked hurt, but I didn't care. He didn't care how Dan would've felt when he was murdered, did he? He didn't care for the safety of his family when he didn't pay the hitmen for a year. He didn't care if we were all brutally murdered while he was gone. He doesn't care about us and he never has.

The door unlocked and opened by another officer. He looked at me.

"Come on." He said. I stood up, but not after giving my dad the dirtiest look I could make. I turned around for the officer and he took off my handcuffs. I rubbed my red wrists as I got out the way so the officer could close and lock the jail door again. The officer escorted me to a room where Mom and Sarah was sitting in plush chairs.

They got up and we grouped hugged for a second. They sat back down and the officer asked me to take a seat, which I did happily. Three men in black suits walked in the room in an orderly fashion. One was blonde, the other one was tall, and the last one had a darker complexion than the rest.

"Hello." The tall one said, "First of, my name is agent Kaines," He pointed to blonde one, "This is agent Timbull," he then pointed to the darker one, "And this is agent Reed."

"We have reason to believe that there are more hitmen out there that work with the three that took you hostage, and they have been told to exterminate you." Mom gasped at this, whereas Sarah kept quiet. "So to ensure your safety, we have decided to break you up and relocate you across the country."

"Alice, you will be relocated to Seattle, Washington in an apartment provided by the government. Sarah will go to Haven Homes for Girls and Young Women in Albany, New York. As for Darrel, he will move back in with his birth parents, the Curtis's in Tulsa, Oklahoma."

What? "What?" I looked at Mom, who was looking at the floor.

"We were going to tell you on your 18th birthday." She said. I would have acted more drastic if I weren't just taken hostage and found out that my dad hired hitmen to kill his friend.

"You are all going to be assigned to one of us to ensure your well-being. Alice will be assigned to agent Timbull, Sarah to myself, and Darrel to agent Reed."

"You cannot talk to, write or have any sort of contact with any friends or family. You may write each other, but we, along with other government officials will deliver it to said person. You will be given 1,000 each to help you start your lives. We will contact you if it is safe to return to your normal lives. You will now go with you appointed agent who will transport you to your location." He finished. Mom, Sarah, and I quickly said our goodbyes and headed with our assigned agents.

He escorted me to a rich looking car and opened the back seat door for me. I obliged, slumping in and making the car bounce up and down. He closed the door for me and got into the drivers seat. In no time we were starting our drive to… wherever.

"We will be taking you to your temporary holding place by plane. We will land in Oklahoma City at approximately 9:00pm, where I will ensure you are safely transported to the location. Any questions?" He finished. Questions? Where do I start?

"Umm… do they have any kids?" I asked.

"Two other sons, Sodapop and Ponyboy." 'What stupid names.' I thought.

"What are their names?"

"Darrel Sr. and Martha Curtis." I was slightly taken aback by this, but I honestly didn't care.

"Any more questions?" He asked.

"No." I said as we sped to the airport.