Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders...only my OCs.
Ok, so sorry for not updating, my only excuse is I've been lazy. XP So I'm really sorry to all who were waiting for this chapter. Also, I have two songs picked out for two extra characters one named Timothy that you will be introduced to in the next chapter and one named Emily that you meet in this chapter. I want to know if I should write thier stories. Review and tell me if I should or not. Thx.
The song for this one is 'Sam Hall' by Johnny Cash. This song makes me think of Dally alot so I thought it'd be good for his guardian angel. Oh, and again I changed some of the lyrics to fit the story.
Warning: Extreme language and referances to rape (non-explicit)
"Ok, ok. We've been through five people already. When the hell do I get my turn?" Conner asked looking around at the remaining two humans.
"Well, if I had to guess, you're my angel. Right?" Dallas asked the cussing angel.
"Finally! I thought I'd be the last fucking angel to tell my story!" Conner said.
"Careful, Conny," piped up a femal voice from the floor. Everyone looked in awe for the girl hadn't said anything before that.
"Wow, the little shit finally speaks." Dallas taunted as Scarlett sent a death glare his way. Dally was unphased. "So little bitch is firey...I like that in a slut."
"SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU FUCKIN' SHIT ASS BASTERD! IF YOU EVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN TO SCARLETT I'LL KICK YOUR SORRY ASS ALL THE WAY TO THE FIREY PITS OF HE-" Conner yelled.
"CONNER!" Scarlett yelled at the ranting angel. He stopped and looked at her.
"Conner, calm down." Daniel cautioned, "You don't want to end up in perugratory again do you?"
"No, I'm good." Conner said sighing.
"Wow, I thought angels weren't allowed to cuss," Ponyboy said.
"Well, you're actually not but this is Conner. He's been to perugratory so many times we've lost count." Nate said.
"What's perugratory?" Two-Bit asked.
"Basically a place between heaven and hell that angels go to when they're bad." Johnathon responded.
"Can angels ever get sent to hell?" Soda asked.
"Yeah, but you have to do something REALLY bad. Conner's been there once or twice because some of the angels wanted to see if it would scare him." said Michael.
"That's true and you," Conner said as he pointed at Dally, "Have came close many times to getting a guardian demon instead of an angel, so count yourself lucky that all of your friends care."
"Ok, ok. I see your point," said Dally, "But now can you just tell your story?"
"Fine. My life ended in 1872, in the old west. The day was October 17, I believe..."
Story Start
I was sitting in my cell, readying myself for my death. I, Conner Hall, was going to die and at this moment I hated everyone in the world.
Well, my name it is Con Hall, Con Hall.
Yes, my name it is (Con) Hall; it is (Con) Hall.
My name it is (Con) Hall an' I hate you, one and all.
An' I hate you, one and all:
Damn your eyes
I had killed my friend, Samuel, because of something he did. I found that son-of-a-bitch and smashed his head so many times I lost count. He used to be my friend but he did something awful. Something I would never let him LIVE down. His eyes were every color the day he died. I can't stand to look at anyone's eyes anymore.
I killed a man, they said; so they said.
I killed a man, they said; so they said.
I killed a man, they said an' I smashed in his head.
An' I left him layin' dead,
Damn his eyes.
He raped my little sister and then she told me. I hunted down that basterd and killed him. I never told the law the reason I killed that man because my baby sister would be mortified. I don't regret it, not in the least but I wish I could see her, Emily, my sister again.
But a-swingin', I must go; I must go.
A-swingin', I must go; I must go.
A-swingin', I must go while you critters down below, Yell up:
"(Con), I told you so."
Well, damn your eyes
I saw in the crowd. She was Samuel's wife and I knew she was the one that turned me in. I didn't give a shit, I actually wanted to kill that bitch as well. I wish I had.
I saw Molly in the crowd; in the crowd.
I saw Molly in the crowd; in the crowd.
I saw Molly in the crowd an' I hollered, right out loud:
"Hey there Molly, ain't you proud?
Damn your eyes."
Then the Sheriff came up to me with a giant smile. I cussed him out and told him that what I did was right. He called me loony, insane, and mad but I know what I did was right on some level. 'Cause I did believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and I hoped he'd forgive me some. But I'd go to hell if it meant that that ass-whole Samuel did too.
Then the Sherriff, he came to; he came to.
Ah, yeah, the Sherriff, he came to; he came to.
The Sherriff, he come to an he said:
"(Con), how are you?"
An I said:
"Well, Sherriff, how are you,
Damn your eyes."
Finally I was hung and I have to admit it wasn't too much fun. The choking didn't hurt as bad as the breaking of my neck, but who am I to complain. I'm just Conner Hall who killed his best friend and now lays dead. Damn everone's eyes for judging.
My name is (Conner, Conner).
My name is (Conner, Conner).
My name is (Conner), an' I'll see you all in hell.
An' I'll see you all in hell,
Damn your eyes.
Story End
"So is she your little sister?" Dallas asked Conner while pointing at Scarlett. There had been a few moments of silence since Conner finished his story and Dallas was the first to break that said silence.
"Hell, boy were you not listening? My little sister's name is Emily. Damn, you are an idiot." Conner replied and everyone looked as if they wanted to laugh and they did after a moment. Dallas just looked plain pissed.
