CHAPTER TEN

::Death Clock::

Sorry it's been so dang gone long since I updated this story :/ I've been busy-ish and haven't had the inspiration and time to get to writing to it. I do think about this story and how I will write it and finish it though! I think I may have either Johnny and Pony survive, Maybe just Pony or nobody at all… *evil grin* You'll just have to find out for yourself bwa ha ha! :D Thanks to any reviewers to this story at all and sorry if this chapter is short and undetailed in any way or form.

I DO NOW OWN THE OUTSIDERS! ONLY THE SERIAL KILLER!

Pony's POV

I was panicking and nearly hyperventilating.

My best friend, Johnny Cade, had been snatched up by the serial killer of Tulsa. He was in the dangerous hands of him. I was shaking as I looked at the shattered glass on the carpet that Darry was now cleaning up.

"Ponyboy," he told me once he had finished cleaning up and took a firm grip on my shoulder. He met my eyes. I could tell he was scared, too. Johnny could handle socs or even his parents, but a killer? Johnny was too innocent to die! Especially if he didn't say a word and was murdered at his own will.

"It'll be-" I blurted out before Darry could finish. "It wont be okay!" I almost started to bawl but I held my tears. "How can you say that? Two bit, Steve, Dally and now Sodapop are dead! And Johnny could be next!" I started to cry.

I couldn't help it.

If I had been taken Johnny would have.

Heck even Darry would've started to cry.

I just know it. My tear stained eyes met Darry's hard, protective ones. "We have t-to save him. We can't l-lose Johnny. He's m-my friend. The last part of the gang w-we h-have." I hiccupped followed by a sniffle and took a deep breath. Things were getting worse by the second and my thoughts only were worse as I thought of what the horrible hooligan could be doing to Johnnycakes.

Somewhere in far Greaser Territory…

Johnny's POV

My wrists felt sore and my head was pounding like no other. I didn't remember what happened. Did I go home and get another beating from my parents like I usually did? I looked around and saw I was in a barn of some sort, lying down on a table. I started to panic. I could then feel the ropes wrapped around my wrists, the duct tape around my mouth and I was tied up, being refrained from any movement. I was scared.

"Ahh you're awake." A thick voice spoke and I looked around seeing darkness. The only light was on me which made me even more frantic to get out of wherever I was. The person stepped forward and I wanted to run, to jump for it.

It was the serial killer.

My eyes widened, turning pitch black and fearsome and he must've noticed because he let out a howl of a laugh.

"You scared kid? You should be." He said digging through what sounded like a box of metal. Sweat started to climb down my forehead and I was dying to get out of there and contact the fuzz, Darry, anybody who would come and help me. But I was alone.

Vrooooooom, Vrooooooooom.

I jumped feeling my heart race ten miles a minute and turned to see a chainsaw two feet from my face. The guy laughed and held it tightly to him.

"See this? I'm gonna use this to kill you and your friend. Shred you guys up to a million pieces," He said with a laugh.

Ponyboy!

"You just sit here and I'll go get him." He said with a smirk before disappearing into the darkness.

I have to get out of here!

Ponyboy's POV

I sat in the living room where Darry was talking to the fuzz in the kitchen. I couldn't sleep because I knew I would have a nightmare about the killer. He would come and get me and Darry. It wasn't safe to go in my room because too many memories of me and Sodapop remained in there and I felt scarred emotionally. I was nearly on the verge of depression.

"Ponyboy?" I looked up to see the fuzz looking at me.

"yeah?" I asked quietly.

"Can you come in here for a moment? We'd like to ask you some questions." The fuzz said with a sigh. I nodded and went into the kitchen, answering their questions. I could feel Darry's eyes on me the whole time, though. It was almost uncomfortable.

"Alright. We will look for Johnny and find him ASAP. Please lock your windows and doors, . Stay safe." He said, looking from Darry to me giving us a look of actual worry. The fuzz was actually worried about us greasers.

Knock knock!

I looked at Darry suspiciously and the fuzz had their hands to their belt in case it was someone bad. Darry went to the door and opened it cautiously only for someone to aim their gun and shoot.

"PONY GET DOWN!" Darry shouted and I ducked behind the couch. I heard two gun shouts and I trembled, hoping Darry wasn't the one to be shot. I peeked from the couch and saw the fuzz both lying there, dead in their own blood. I nearly puked.

"Where are you kid?" I knew that voice. It was the serial killer. I wished Darry was beside me. I then heard movement and there was a snicker.

"You aint the kid, but I can shoot you!" I heard the click of a gun and I shot up.

"NO!" the guy looked at me and snickered.

"Well, well well sparing your own life for your brother's. Now that's what I call a family." He said with a smirk, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, his gun pointed at my head. "I'm taking him to a faraway place in greaser territory. You try and follow us or try and find us, him and his buddy go bye-bye." He said before dragging me out to his truck he had parked on the road, throwing me in and driving me off, leaving me scared.