Wow. You are so….amazing. Thanks for the reviews. I broke 100. YAY! (bounces off of walls) So, I'm surprised that so many of you like this. This is an exciting chapter, I think. You all deserved it! hee hee.

soccergirlalltheway: I get the hint. Just wait a little longer.

You guys are all so nice. So, anyway, this chapter is CELEBRATING two things. 1. Me getting 100 reviews. (Keep them coming) and 2. My third completion of the Outsiders (starting it my fifth or sixth time).

OH! BTW: What happens to Darry, Soda, and Steve in this chapter happened to me and my family once. That's where I got the idea. Except that I didn't have two mechanics with me.

NEW: There were just too many mistakes the first time I posted this chapter. Hope this is better. Thanks to those who pointed them out. I know they weren't flames, they were right too. But I could write better than what I posted. Thanks again. :D

Please enjoy!

DARRY'S POV

I was slumped down in the seat.

"You sure you don't want me to drive?" I asked again.

"Glory, Dar! Yeah, I'm sure," Steve said, exasperated. Soda opened him mouth to say something, but Steve cut him off. "I'm sure, Soda."

I looked at Soda through the rear view mirror. Steve was right. About Soda, at least. He had dark circles around his eyes and he was curled up, head resting against the window that he was looking out of.

"You should try to sleep, little buddy," I said gently.

"I can't."

I nodded, knowing better than to push it.

"Dar, about last night…" Soda began.

"Don't worry about it," I replied. And I meant it. Soda still looked guilty. We made eye contact in the mirror.

"Man, Dar," Soda whistled. "You look beat." He was probably right. I know that I hadn't slept at all last night.

"Look who's talkin'" I replied. Soda smiled, but it wasn't his happy-go-lucky grin. It was too quick to fade.

The radio filled the silence that I was beginning to get used to. "I know, Larry, I know. So, you say to cook the pasta at just under boiling water. Why is that?"

A couple hours passed and I was beginning to get sick of nobody saying anything. But there was nothing we could say.

My thoughts were interrupted by a pop. The three of us exchanged a confused glance.

"I think that I better pull over," Steve noted, doing just that. The three of us climbed out. Sodapop and Steve started to circle.

"Soda, was it from the front or the back?"

"Back, I think."

The two of them walked to the back.

"Left or right?" I heard Steve ask.

"Uh….Left."

I ran a hand through my hair. This was just my luck.

"Yup," Soda sighed at the same time the Steve swore.

"What happened?" I hollered, walking to the back. Soda stood up.

"Flat tire," Soda sighed. I swore, causing Soda to look at me, his expression a cross between amusement and surprise.

"Don't worry, Superman," Steve said, walking up to us. "You got a couple of free mechanics right here." He slung an arm over Soda's shoulder. "As long as you got a spare."

I nodded, climbing into the bed of the truck and reappearing with the only spare that I had. I handed it to Steve, who quickly set to work with Sodapop.

It took them all of about an hour to an hour and a half.

"We're done." Soda announced tiredly.

"I'm driving." Steve stated, not open for discussion.

We all piled into the truck as Steve fired up the engine.

"We aren't that much farther, I don't think." Steve commented.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

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PONYBOY'S POV

I had to get out of here.

There wasn't much more to it than that. The only problem: I was locked in the back of a van who knows where. It had been a while since I had last seen my captors, when they had left me more dead than alive. Slowly I had gained a little bit of energy, but I still didn't have much. I guess not eating for days will do that to you.

They were killing me by not killing me.

I would rather be dead. Boy would I rather be dead. But they weren't going to kill me. So that left one option.

I had to get out of here.

Now.

I inched my way to the door and struggled into a crouched position ( it's hard when your hands are probably broken and tied behind your back). The van stopped.

"Mike, what the heck are you doin'?" I heard a voice shout.

"Gonna…check on the kid." I flinched.

"Hurry it up,"

I heard a door slam shut.

The sound of boots on gravel.

They sound stopped right in front of the door. Inches from where I crouched.

"I'm going to enjoy this." The man whispered. I shuddered.

There was the click of the door as he pulled the handle and I tensed.

It opened a crack and I threw my weight against the door. There was a shout of surprise and a sickening crack, but the door flew open and I took off faster than I thought possible. I could feel my pulse, pushing against my veins. Adrenaline rushed through me. I didn't know where I was going exactly, I just had to get away from there.

I never stopped moving, making split second decisions when they were called for. I could hear screamed cussing and shouts of surprise, but I focused only on running faster. My shoulder was beginning to throb painfully, and I figured that the crack that I had heard was my shoulder. I wasn't thinking about my surroundings, just running. The only thing my body really registered was the fact that it was raining. Not real hard, but it was raining. The rain, combined with my twisting abd pulling, made the ropes around my wrists come off. It didn't really do much, my hands were probably broken anyway.

It wasn't too long that I began to recognize my surroundings and even less time that I was weaving in between people. I was getting cussed at by some who I just shoved out of my way and weird looks by others, but whether that was because I probably looked like some kid who just got attacked by a cheese grater or because I was running like my life depended on it (which it probably did) I couldn't tell you.

"Hey! Slow down, kiddo!" I heard the too familiar voice call after me, laughing. He's playing. He was acting like he cared about me, like I was his friend, so no one would suspect a thing. I was just some stupid, reckless kid running through a city. Calling for help was useless now. They would just think that I was some teen playing a game. If only it was a game.

It was getting harder to run, but I didn't let myself slow down. I rounded a corner and saw the most welcoming sight I could have and if I had the energy, I would have grinned.

A couple blocks away was the hotel.

I pushed myself faster, hearing thudding footsteps getting louder. I stumbled and fell, rolling and jumping up because I knew that I had no time to waste.

I narrowed my eyes to the hotel door. My track coach said that you ran faster when all you focused on was your on was the destination. Please be right, I thought desperately. I saw a familiar face in a leather jacket with rusty colored side burns walking up to door.

He looked up the street, locking eyes with me.

Not a half second later something heavy slammed into me and sent me sprawling into an alley way.

TWO-BIT'S POV

My body was reacting faster than my mind was. I jumped over the railing on the steps and sprinted down the alley toward where I saw Ponyboy. I shoved everybody out of my way, and hard.

"Ponyboy!" I shouted, turning into the alley that he got knocked into by some other guy. I stopped for a moment, dead in my tracks. There was a guy at the other end, holding a body in his arms. He looked at me as a white van pulled up behind him. I took off running again, but was too late. He had carelessly thrown the body into the back and jumped in too.

The van sped off and I took off after it. I followed as best as I could, and I'd never been so grateful for Chicago traffic. But they were heading out of the city. They could speed when they were out of the city.

I'd never run so fast in my entire life.

I didn't think about how long it took. I followed the van as it sped out into the outskirts of the city. By now, the gentle rain had turned into a torrential down pour. It was seconds before I was soaked to the core, my hair clinging to my face. My stomach gave a violent start as the van sped to speeds that would have made Dallas proud.

I still tried to follow it, but it wasn't too long before the van was completely out of my sight. I still tried to run, but I eventually stumbled to my knees. My body didn't want to move anymore, and my legs would support me. I stayed there, letting the rain hammer against my head alone on the side of an abandoned road.

I'm sorry kid.

Aw, its so sad, isn't it? Now, I know that I got 100 reviews, but don't think that means that you can slack off this chapter. Please keep reviewing! I'll send you another sneak peak….

I can still kill Ponyboy. Just a friendly reminder.