This is a graphic(just a bit) chapter, so just to warn you, beware... I do not own The Outsiders

"TWO-BIT! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" I heard Johnny yelling at me. I was walking down the path to the river bed. Tim was there, grinning and joking with a few other guys. Then, when I coughed, he looked up and grinned wider at me.

"Hey, Two-Bit!" he said, waving and smiling at me.

"Hello... Tim..." I said, grinding my nails into my palms again. He was drunk... or acting like it. I glared at him; his grin faded.

"Whats up?"

"I found out my sister is pregnant..." I told him. He narrowed his eyebrows. Okay, he was acting drunk, no biggie. He turned to his gang, told them to leave now, and they scattered. He waited until the last one left to turn to me. Then, he turned.

"Did she tell you?"

"Actually, she told our mom... I listened in."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah... She said it was Steve. So I went and attacked him and Dally..." I was talking cooly. He raised his eyebrows.

"Dally?"

"He was just there. I shot Steve...Then, he told me, you got her pregnant..." He shuffled his feet.

"Steve dead?" he asked.

"Naw, I missed..." I took out a beer, popped it open, and took a swig, "But Dally told me you refuse to take care of Kendra's kid..."

"So?" Without a second thought, I ran to Tim, grabbed his collar, and punched him hard in the jaw. He fell back when I let him go. My knuckles were white and blood smeared. He had a thin trail of blood running down his chin from his mouth.

"Damn you..." I gritted my teeth as I spoke. He sat up, rubbing his jaw.

"What's with you?" he asked all shrilly. I had my fists clenched.

"You are refusing to take care of my sisters child!" I yelled at him as he stood. He slid his hand onto his pocket, revealing that he had a pocket knife. I took out the knife I swiped a month or so ago. It was a black handled, butterfly knife that I had practiced opening for a week or so when I got it. Now, I could flash it out in a heartbeat. I flipped it open and extended the blade to him as he did to me. We were in a face off. Faintly, I heard Johnny yelling at the top of his lungs. I tried to ignore him. I chucked the beer can across the river bed. Tim was staring right at me. I looked up. Rain was beginning to fall. Wow, this was like a old western with the good guy and bad guy in a face off. I looked down as the rain began to fall even harder. My hair grease was running down my face, so was Tim's.

Finally, he charged at me. I stared at him. When his blade was inches from my face, I leaned back away from it. I swung my leg under his, tripping him. Once he was on the ground, I jumped on him and slugged him. I didn't want to kill him now, he had to suffer. He kicked me off an jumped on me. He was aiming to kill me, jabbing the knife at me. I was dodging each one. Finally, I rolled out from under him and kicked him in the ribs. He yelped and threw mud in my face. I was blinded for a moment as he made a clean cut down my side. Blood gushed out of my wound. I screamed and wiped the mud off of my face. Both of us were to our feet in a second; I stuck him in his bicep and cut down. Then, holding the blood stained knife in my teeth, I grabbed his arm and broke it against my knee. I was beaming with pride as he wallowed in pain.

He eyed me for a moment, clutching his arm. I smiled at him. Finally, he ran to me, one arm flapping weightless, screaming at me. He jabbed at me, sticking me in the shoulder blade. I grabbed his hand and stabbed him with my blade. Blood gushed from his jeans where the blade went in. Tim was screaming again. He withdrew his blade and eyed me cooly again. I was caught off guard when he tackled me to the ground. I had the wind knocked out of me. I couldn't breathe. Then, his blade slid into my chest, right over my heart.

Suddenly, I went cold as he pulled away. I laid there, clutching my heart, breathing hard. He said something to me, but I didn't pay attention. There were two people screaming my name, and one screaming at Tim. I looked up. Dally was beating the shit out of Tim ad Darry and Johnny frantically tended to my wound. Darry was applying pressure to my heart wound, Johnny was taking care of everything else.

"Darry..." I coughed out blood. He shushed me.

"Shut up, Two-Bit... maybe we can save you..." His face sported dried tears and new ones to go with them. I nodded, took a deep breath, and passed out.

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