Hey guys ! I cannot explain to you how sorry I am about the wait. I hope you're not too mad at me. But anyway, please enjoy this chaper and I'll update when I can...
They all ducked down. Steve waved his hand at Two-Bit, trying to signal him to stop talking. Instantly, Two-Bit got the message and was quiet. All the boys looked out the window behind them slyly. They tried not to make the man watching know that they were watching him back. This was all a too-weird-watching-circle.
The man walked slowly past the fast food restaurant. He stared through the large window, watching their every move, but he seemed to have his eye on Steve and Soda particularly. They both could feel his eyes pierce into theirs. Soda had to look away for a second, the watcher's stare was so strong and determined.
The man walked out of sigh quickly. When he was out of sight Steve turned back toward the table with a bewildered look upon his face.
"What the hell was that all about?" he questioned, scratching the side of his head.
Two-Bit sighed. He picked up Steve's drink and took a long gulp.
"I have no idea," he replied.
Soda looked from Steve to Two-Bit. "Well are we just gonna wait here and see what he wants?"
Steve stepped out of the booth and stood.
"Soda's got a point. Why are we just standing here like ducks, waiting to see what he wants from us. That's stupid! Let's go," he urged.
Two-Bit shook his head.
"But if he leave now he'll just follow us," he contradicted.
Soda shook his head, agreeing with both Steve and Two-Bit.
"But if he don't leave now," Steve started. " He'll have a better chance of catching us. I mean, sure he had to wait until we leave here to get us, but still if we stay we're giving him all this time to figure out how he wants to get us.
"Besides, if he catches us outside here there is no way that he can take on all three of us. Think about it. Three against one; he'll beat him easily," Steve encouraged his friends.
Steve pointed over to Two-Bit. "You know you can fight, you guys know Ican, and we both know that Soda can fight. And if things get bad you still have you're knife."
Two-Bit looked away. "Dally has it."
"What?" Steve says, feeling shocked.
"Dally has my knife," Two-Bit repeated.
Steve takes a seat, quickly taking a peek out the window first. "Why does he have your knife?"
"He said that he was having some trouble with Jason Baker and his crew lately, and he needed it to make sure they don't try anything stupid, you know?" Two-Bit explains.
Steve looks over at Soda with an angry smile making it's way across his face.
"Does he nod understand that we're basically being hunted and that maybe, just maybe, we might need the knife?" Steve asks sarcastically.
"Well this guys could be going after Dally, too. I mean, just because me and Pony got targeted first doesn't mean that he won't try to come after you guys, too." Soda concluded.
Steve sighs.
"Alright enough reasoning. What are we gonna do?" he asks.
"Leave," Two-Bit and Soda both answer simultaneously.
Steve shrugs.
"Fine," he says softly.
After paying for their food, the three boys walk out of the food place cautiously. Each looked from left to right, looking for anything that might be suspicious.
"See anything?" Two-Bit asks.
"Nope," Soda answers. He takes the lead and walks ahead of Steve and Two-Bit.
The night was silent. The sound of Soda, Two-Bit, and Steve's sneakers scraping against the sidewalk is the only noise that could be heard. Steve and Two-Bit talked softly back and forth, but none of the conversation traveled into Soda's ear and caught his attention.
The night seemed to grow darker as they walked on.
All at once, the turned around and looked behind them. There was something that seemed off. Something or someone was following them. They stopped for a second and exchanged looked with each other.
"You felt that, too?" Soda asked his friends. They nodded.
"It was like I felt someone watching us, but when I turned around no one was there,"Two-Bit says slowly.
"You see what I mean?"Steve gawked. "I told you someone was following me."
"Don't make yourself feel all special yet, Princess. Someone is following all of us," Two-Bit shoots back.
Steve glares at him but doesn't answer.
"So what do we do?" Steve asks.
Soda shrugs.
"There's nothing we can do except keep moving," he says and turns around, walking again.
Soda was trying to keep it together, but inside he was freaking out. This was just all too crazy for him. Who the hell would want to do this to them? What had they done to make someone want to literally follow them around and try to hurt them? What had Pony done that made them want to shoot him. They didn't even give him a change. The doctor said they shot him as he was trying to run away from the gun.
Bastards, Soda thought. Just thinking about it mad him mad.
Usually, Soda's not the one to get mad easily. Over they years he's learned to let things sort of 'roll' off him. He's learned not to take everything to the heart. He has an imaginary shield up. The way Soda looks at things is, if he's never really serious, there will never come a time when he actually had to be serious. He used to hope that if he was happy all the time then he would never be sad, but that was obviously wrong.
Soda was too deep in thought to hear Steve yell his name.
Before he knew it, he was pulled into the alley way. A strong hand gripped around his neck. The arms turned his around so that he couldn't see who was holding him. The hand was tight around his neck, so tight he couldn't even call out to his friends, but there was no need. Two-Bit and Steve were there shortly but they soon seen that there was nothing that they could do.
Two-Bit and Steve stood there in the beginning of the alleyway.
The man reached into his back pocket and flipped open a large, shiny, knife.
Soda didn't mean to, but he gasped when he seen the knife glisten in the moonlight.
The man raised the knife to Soda's throat. Soda tried to move away but found it impossible. Steve began to charge at the man, but he soon brought it closer to Soda.
"You move, he dies," the man warned, he brought the glistening knife dangerously close to Soda's neck.
Steve stopped dead in his tracks.
They were stuck.
What are they supposed to do now?
Two things : Sorry that the chapter is short :( and sorry if there's spelling/grammar mistakes but my computer suddenly won't let me check those things.
But on a better note, I hope you like this chapter. Seems like the guys are stuck, right? * grins* OH WELL ! ha-ha =D
Anyway, it would really be appreciated if you would review and tell me what you think.