I'm not like that. I take these reviews as either inspiration or tips. I know I'm just throwing Trix into the story. This is my first time trying something like this. I didn't want to just add on another fic the same way my first was. But hey, I know now that I need to work on fics like these more. At first, I just wanted tell someone else's side of the story. But I saw the other brother fics, so I thought it would be more interesting that way. Since I really don't know exactly how Two-Bit, Steve, Darry, and Sodapop would feel during this time. Those are S.E. Hinton's characters. I figured that if I made my own guy, then I could make up as I go along. I probably won't bring on the real drama until The Outsiders and That Was Then, This Is Now are connected. That's why I'm rushing the story along. I plan to do some detail during the rumble though. I've already got something planned for the ending. So keep reviewing. If I make any mistakes, let me know and I'll see if I can fix it. Keep RR'n.
Chapter 7: Ready to Rumble
We took the bus home. Pony still looked sick. Me and Two-Bit found him sleep on the bench at the bus stop. He said he'd take some aspirins when he got home. When we reached the lot, Cherry was sitting there waiting for us.
"What's the deal?" I asked.
"They play by your rules."
I went ahead home to get ready for the rumble while Two-Bit ran off to his house. I got home and took a shower. By the time I got out Pony was just getting in so we had a quick dinner. I had put on a button up shirt and black jeans. While we were waiting on Two-Bit, Ponyboy began asking questions. Asking us when did we start shaving. I swear that kid is weird sometimes.
Soda, Steve and I were playing poker. Steve kicked an ace out of Soda's shoe. Shoot, he would have needed to cheat when playing against me. Steve was trying to win his money back from the day Pony was jumped.
Then Darry said something to Pony.
"I don't think you should be in this rumble kiddo."
Soda and I overheard him. It's time for us to come to the rescue again!
"Let little man fight. He'll be okay," I said putting my arm around Pony.
"It's just fists. If they were using weapons, it'd be different."
"Well…alright. If you get into trouble call me."
"Yeah, yeah. Why are you always worrying about me? What about Soda or Trix."
"I've already gotten in trouble for beating the crap out of a soc," I said proudly. Darry then grabbed Soda.
" And this kid can use his head. But only to grow hair on."
He ducked Soda's swing and they both ran out of the door, just passing Two-Bit.
"I guess we're ready."
We all ran outside and started showing off our acrobatic, is that the word, acrobatic skills.
Darry had taught us the stuff after he came from the Y.
"Soda, Trix, Pony," yelled Darry, getting our attention.
"If the fuzz show up, then you beat it out of there. You hear me. The rest of us can get jailed, but you three could end up in a boy's home."
Steve read my mind and jumped in,
"Ain't nobody gonna call the fuzz."
When we arrived Sheperd's gang and the Brumly Boys were there. I looked around and didn't see Curly Sheperd, Tim's little brother. I was glad. I didn't like that little punk. All he did was talk but could barely back it up. He was no where as tough as his brother. When we walked up to Tim he sized up everyone. He asked Ponyboy,
"You and the black haired kid killed the soc?"
"Yeah," said Ponyboy.
I know he wasn't trying to make himself look tough by acting proud of it. I knew better of Pony to be proud of something like that. Did Windrixville change him or something?
Tim smiled.
"Curly always said you were good. He's in the cooler right now. Breaking into a liquor store."
Serves the little fool right.
We just started talking until we heard the sound of cars. We turned around and saw expensive cars all coming in a line, filled with socs. Just like a soc, to be all organized. Then I thought. Is it really that bad to be organized?
They all got out of their calls and we walked towards eachother.
"No weapons. Right?" said a soc.
"Yeah," answered Shepherd.
"Who's starting?"
Darry stepped up.
"I will."
He started flexing his muscles. The socs looked scared. We were gonna murder them.
Then someone stepped up from the soc's side. It was Darry's old friend, Paul.
Darry's eyes flickered. Only Soda, Pony and I knew how he felt now.
"Hello Darrel," he said smiling.
They stared eachother down. The first person to swing would start the fight.
"Ain't no rumble a rumble without me!"
I turned around to see Dally running towards us. I turned right back around once Paul swung on Darry. The rumble started.
I went after one soc. I noticed it was one of the soc that tried to jump me before Mark and company came along. This is payback I thought. I just kept swinging and swinging. He fell on the ground and I started kicking him. Soon someone from behind me grabbed me, and the another soc started taking shots at me. He hit me in my jaw and tasted blood. He was about to punch me again but I spat blood at him. It splattered all over his face and he backed up covering his face. I bent over and the soc that had grabbed me flipped over me and he fell on top of the soc on the ground. The other soc was trying to clean his face. I ran up to the soc, and Steve ran up beside me. We held eachother's arm and clotheslined the soc. Steve kept working him over, and I turned around. Ponyboy was under a soc pulling his hair. A soc came up and kicked him in the hard and he flew over and laid limp. I literally froze. I probably would have stood there for the rest of my days, but a soc took advantage and tackled me from behind. I snapped back into reality and realized I had to go and take that soc out. I let out a forth of my fury on the soc on top of me and knocked him out. I looked at where the soc was and Soda beat me to him. He was murdering that guy. I never knew he had it in him.
"We won!" yelled Two-Bit.
All the socs were running, but the chickens they are. Everyone started cheered. We all looked messed up, but we won. I had cut lip, a bruise on the side of my head and my cheek. My chest hurt also. I saw Dally grabbed up Ponyboy and head for his car but I turned around. I had started to head home when Soda grabbed my shoulder.
"Ow! Dang, Soda,"
"Sorry. Where's Ponyboy?"
"He went with Dally."
I walked to the house and crashed on the couch. I ripped open my button up shirt. I chest hurt like heck! I looked at it and there was a giant red spot right on my chest. I leaned my head back and fell asleep.
Someone was shaking me. I opened my eyes to see Darry.
"Hey, kid. Let Steve lay on the couch. He has broken ribs."
I got up and fell on the floor. Two-Bit helped me up.
"You okay, Trix?" he asked.
I nodded my head and sat next to the couch. Steve stretched out and closed his eyes.
Soda handed Two-Bit some bandages and I noticed Two-Bit hand was busted wide open.
Darry had a band-aid on his forehead and a black eye. Soda had just the about the same things as me except he only one bruise. It was on his cheek.
"Where's Pony?" I asked.
My question was answered when that missing person walked through the door.
"Where you been?" I asked.
He was dead quiet.
"What's wrong?" asked Darry in a worried voice.
Pony was quiet for a couple of seconds and he let out,
"Johnny died."
I froze again. I wasn't even expecting this. Everyone was silent.
"Dally couldn't take it. He ran out like the devil was after him."
I looked up.
Dally!
If Dally couldn't take it, then who knows what he'll do.
I've known Dally long enough to know how he reacts. The night Johnny was jumped, he had a lot of hate in his eyes. I knew he would hate every soc from that day on. Which is why he was picking on Cherry and Marcia that night. I know that Dally would do something crazy now. I had to stop. I can't take two deaths on one night.
I got myself up, ignoring all the pain jolted out the door. I know everyone was staring at me as I ran out. I even heard Darry calling my name. But I kept running. I wonder if this was how Pony felt the night he ran out.
I was running towards the lot. I saw Dally as he turned the corner. I caught up with him. I heard sirens in the background.
"What did you do?" I yelled.
He didn't answer, he then jolted out an object from his jacket and I recognized it. It was a heater.
"Are you crazy!" I yelled again and he just smiled.
"C'mon," I continued yelling. I ran towards the house and saw everyone running towards us. I turned right back around to Dally's back when I heard,
"Drop your weapon."
Dally didn't and I heard blasts and I saw lights flashing. Suddenly a pain jolted through my body and before I hit the ground I saw Dally hit it first. He kept jumping up and as I heard more blast. I then realized that they shot Dally. But he wasn't the only one. A bullet had just caught me in the waist. I felt tired. Two-Bit and Steve went to see about Dally, but my brothers ran to see about me. Soda and Darry were in front of Pony.
"Trix! Are you alright?"
I answered weakly,
"I-I don't know."
I looked at Ponyboy. He looked scared as heck. Then his facial expression changed. He looked sick. He then fell right behind Darry.
"Look behind you," I said with my last ounce of energy. Soda turned around and yelled,
"Pony!"
Those were the last words I heard before I passed out.