Alrighty. Chapter three is out and ready to be read. I have to say though, i'm not really proud of this chapter. It felt rushed doing this,but I couldn't help but to rush it. I'm so excited to push everything i have for this story to you guys :) anyway enjoy.

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS. S.E. HINTON DOES!

"Steve. Buddy. Are you awake?"

The greaser groaned back in response,not noticing where he was or what was happening. Turning onto his stomach, He snuggled under the blanket on the bed,sighing in content.

Two-bit narrow his eyes. The thin blanket wasn't adjusted on Steve properly. Joints pointed outward near his shoulders. The sheets rose from the sudden height. It was kinda chilly in the small room with the window open and all. December weather was here to mix it all in. Two-bit was surprise his friend didn't wake from the air. Remarks usually about the weather would fly out of him entering the Curtis's house or being near anybody he knew.

Two-bit decided to deal with him sometime soon. His eyes adjusted to the checkered floor. Small feathers covered the floor. Red,yellow,and black was what he had. Tacky in his opinion. Two-bit felt a bit jealous that he had some tacky wings produce from him. If the others were here as well,Two-bit thought, one of them better have something worse than mines.

Bored out of his mind and deciding it was high time to wake Steve, he leapedfrom the small bed. He strolled to the other side of the room, leaning down to Steve's height. Snores rang into his ears.

"Jesus Steve. You snore so loud that I'm sure anybody in Timbuktu can hear you." Two-bit snicked. Jokes aside, the snores were nerve wracking to perceive.

Two-bit scratched his chin. The rusty haired greaser processed his thoughts, wanting to find a way to wake the teen in front.

Idea.

Two-bit stuck his finger in his mouth. Silvia dripped. Perfect. The old wet willy trick works every time. Two-bit's eyes held mischief. He couldn't wait to see Steve's face once he had 'im. Slowly, the finger wiggled it's way to it's destination.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"

Steve rose from his sleep,turning left and right to see the intruder. His eyes landed on Two-bit who was laughing like a madman.

"Why Two-bit, why?!" Steve exclaimed. He wiped leftover spit from his cheek and ear. Disgusting.

"I couldn't-haha-help it! I told you to-snort-to wake earlier."

"Well you got your damn laugh," a look of uncertainty grew on Steve's face quickly, "Where are we?"

Two-bit wiped his eyes. His back,mostly wings, felt sore. Maybe he shouldn't have rolled around on the floor.

"Umm,I guess by what we're wearing," cue Steve looking at Two-bit's attire. He noticed the walls looked plain and white. They were in a hospital for sure in Steve's mind. Reason is why.

Lighting. They all got killed. Burning sizzling flesh filled his mind. It was almost as if he can smell them all going out.

"Aren't we supposed to be dead?"

"Well duh."

"Then why-"

His eyes trained suddenly to his friend. Two large wide wings flapped in enthusiasm. Well,not large large wings. You could say they normal adult size wings was strapped on the greaser.

"Yeah,they're pretty aren't they Stevie?" He joked,flitting his eyelashes.

His response was a nod.

"Well,I'm flattered. Ya know,you got a tuff pair of your own on ya too."

"I do?!" Steve proclaimed in astonishment. He felt behind him. Steve felt embarrassed caressing some freak accident that happened to him,but it didn't matter at the moment.

He.had.wings. Two-bit could think of him all he want. These bad boys were his,and he'll be damned for not showing pride for them.

"Steve,you think the others are here?" the question came out of nowhere,but out of pure curosity.

Steve fell from his trance. Soda and the rest. They had slip from his mind. Peering at Two-bit,concern covered his face. Eyes that held laughter were now dull. He was scared for the gang.

"Hell man,I'm sure they are. They have to be."

A door bounded open. As if by magic Steve's words came true.

"Guys?!" A voice rang out in panic.

"Johnny?"

Heads turned to see a panic tan person and a somewhat calm other. Steve and Two-bit eyes filled with glee. Johnny and Dally were alive!

"Johnnycake! You're alive kid!" Steve tripped running to the young one. Johnny fell with the bigger weight of them both. Limbs and wings tangled with one another.

"You guys got yours too?" Dallas questioned from the narrow doorway. The answer was obvious. The blonde lit a cancer stick. He tossed two spare unlit ones at the duo on the ground.

"Yup. I got the tacky ones." The greaser twist and turn to prove his point.

"Yeah, well I got the shortest. Fuck Steve, get off me man!" Johnny exclaimed. He squirmed,failing his tan limbs in discomfort.

"Sorry." He replied sheepishly. He pushed himself off,leaving a gasping Johnny.

"So,how come y'all look so out of breath when coming in here." Two-bit questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Dallas shook his head. "Fucking weirdo's here man. I don't trust them or this place."

"Dal,you barely trust us. I don't see why you're complaining."

"Shut up Steve."

Johnny groaned on the floor. The greasers who stood looked down on him. Steve cringed, having to realize the damage he had done. Johnny left wing was twisted at an odd angle. Some feathers were bent too,with most on the floor. Johnny remembered when Jerry complained with Johnny's wings. They were premature. No wonder why they were fragile and small.

Two-bit and Dallas lifted the boy off the floor. They held him steady by his back and arms.

"You okay kid?"

"Yeah,he replied lamely,"Do any of you know where the rest are?"

Heads shook in dismay. The gang wasn't complete without the Curtis's.

"What are we waiting for then? lets go find them!"

Off they went. Speeding down different halls,they searched for the three missing members.