This is a much shorter chapter, but it get's the point across. Two-Bit stabbed, Tim killed, Dally in jail... I do not own The Outsiders.
3rd Person POV
Dally and Tim were facing off; Dally had taken his knife away and was slugging him hard. Blood was literally flying from Tim's face. Tim was so shocked that he was motionless. Dally didn't care one bit at that point. His eyes were clouded with a red haze and all he could see was Tim and killing him. Once Dally was out of breath, you couldn't recognize Tim. Dally stood there, huffing slowly and staring at the shocked Tim. Tim didn't move, but he breathed out.
"You killed Two-Bit?" Dally finally asked. Tim remained quiet. "YOU KILLED HIM?!" he screamed. He half-dragged Tim to the waters edge, staring at him the whole way. "I swear... I am going to kill you Tim..." he was saying. Tim finally snapped out of it, got a scared look on his face, and freaked out.
"Don't kill me, Dally!!" he was yelling, "Please!"
"DID YOU LET TWO-BIT LIVE?!" Dally yelled at him. He kneeled next to the water, dragged Tim up, and dunked his head under the water. Tim began to thrash but Dally didn't let up. He was too strong. Tim's body quit thrashing and grew limp. Dally pulled him up and stared at him. Tim's face was blue and his eyes were wide. He wasn't blinking, he wasn't breathing. Dally sighed, satisfied, and dropped him. Tim's body was laying half in and half out of the water. Then, the current dragged Tim off of the bank and into the river. Dally sighed and said, "Goodbye friend."
Johnny was watching Dally drown Tim, but didn't get up to help either one of them. He was tending to Two-Bit's wounds. Darry was close to bawling, applying pressure to Two-Bit's heart. It was thumping softly against Darry's hand.
"Darry...?" Dally's voice spoke softly to the oldest greaser, "Is Two-Bit...?"
"No, he ain't dead, Dallas..." Darry whispered, "Call an ambulance."
"Sure..." and he jogged off. Johnny was staring at Darry, who had tears staining his cheeks. Johnny was shocked, really. Darry... crying?
"Darry... is he really...?"
"He's breathing, barely, and his heart is pounding lightly against my hand..." Dally was jogging back, Darry looked up.
"They're coming..."
"Good..."
It was a few minuted before the ambulance and police cars came rolling down the bank. Two-Bit was placed on a stretcher, but Darry refused to let him out of his sight. The doctors stopped the bleeding from the heart wound. They said if he stopped bleeding and he got blood pumped into him, he'd have a 40 percent chance of living. Darry was saying that even if Two-Bit had a 1 percent chance, he'd still be with him. As the ambulance sped away with Darry and Johnny in the backseat, the fuzz were interviewing Dally.
"Not a surprise to see you here, Dallas." one said. Dally just grunted.
"Guess not."
"Do you know what happened here?"
"Two-Bit was stabbed."
"You?"
"Hell no."
"Do you know who?"
"Tim Shepard."
"Where is he now?"
"Down the river."
"Why's he down there?"
"He's dead."
"How'd he die? Keith?"
"Naw."
"Who?"
"Me."
"You?"
"I killed Tim."
"But I thought..."
"You thought wrong." The police man was writing all of this down as he spoke with Dally.
"So... you killed Tim?"
"Yeah."
"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take you to the station, son."
"I know... lets get it over with, idiots..."
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