Chapter Eleven

Game Over

Thank you to anyone who reviewed (sorry I'm just too lazy to put your names down lol) and SORRY it took me a while to update. Things going on and I have 2 stories I'm working on (This one and another one on Quizilla, which I'm really slow at Updating -_-/:P. Here's Chapter 11, The end! Hope everyone enjoyed the story!

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Ponyboy's POV

"Move it, kid!" the man shoved me and I trembled, wanting to cry. We had arrived at our destination and we were at some barn in greaser territory. I had not know there would be country like barns in our territory except maybe for a few Darry had told us about he roofed houses on, but this one looked old and deserted.

"Did you NOT hear me? I said move!" he gave me a good shove making me trip over my two feet and land on my side. I groaned and the guy sighed, rubbing his face as if he was annoyed, which he was. He grabbed my collar and jerked me up to where I was standing.

"You're gonna end up just like you're buddy in there in no time." He said with a sneer and shoved me along. I gulped. Johnny!

We opened the barn doors and there was a shadow on what looked like a table, trying to wiggle its way out of rope of some sort.

"Hey you!" the guy let go of me and went over to the figure, hitting it. It, or he, let out a cry of pain and the guy growled.

"I told you what would happen if you tried to escape again!" I squinted my eyes. It was Johnny.

"Johnny!" I cried out and Johnny turned his head toward me. He looked bashed up and bloody and more scared then I'd ever seen him.

"Ponyboy." He gasped out before the guy with the hood grabbed him and strapped him down to the table. I stood up.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" I said advancing toward them. The guy turned towards me. He had a chainsaw in his hands. I shook like the devil.

"Come any closer and you die, too." He said his voice expressionless. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe. I wish Darry and the fuzz were there to stop this guy. I wish I was strong enough to stop him and save Johnny. I wish this was all a big nightmare, like the ones I had when I slept and woke up screaming and Soda would comfort me…Soda.

"Any last words?" he asked before turning on the chainsaw. It made a horrible vrrooooming noise, like the sound of death was right in front of you. Johnny was sweating and you could see it, underneath the light he was placed under. I looked around for some type of weapon. All there was was a shovel and an axe. I picked up the axe.

Johnny was trembling, too afraid to speak. The guy sneered and just as he was about to swing the chainsaw down, I swung the shovel, hitting him in the back, making him go slack and fall.

"Ponyboy!" Johnny cried in fear. I didn't listen, only acted on instinct and untied the ropes that were wrapped around Johnny's hands and feet. I was hurrying as fast as I could before he woke and then actually killed us with a gun or something.

"C'mon!" I motioned him to hurry. Johnny rubbed is wrists before quickly hugging me, shaking. I sighed quietly but hugged him back. It was good to see my best friend…alive.

"c'mon Johnny we gotta get outta here!" I whispered before turning to see if the serial killer was unconscious. I gasped.

"Where did he go?" I said now scared. Johnny gulped loudly and stayed close, his eyes darting in every direction. There was a grave laugh.

"You boys better look harder!" a deep voice cackled and I looked around the dark barn. All I saw was darkness. Johnny was behind me and I knew he must've been as scared as I felt. Suddenly there was a rustle and someone jumped in front of us.

"BOO!" Johnny screeched and I nearly stumbled backwards, landing in a pile of hay.

"Johnny!" I yelled but I heard what sounded like two people fighting.

"Don't even bother Ponyboy!" the guy called out and laughed before there was a click of a safety being pulled from a gun and two gunshots followed. I got up quickly, feeling tears in my eyes.

"NOOO!" I screamed.

Darry's POV

It felt like hours later before the Fuzz finally tracked down where Ponyboy and Johnny were. They were at an abandoned barn in far greaser territory. It looked pretty damn spooky. My heart was beating fast and I prayed somehow that the boys were still alive and the serial killer maybe spared their lives. I got out of the car quickly, hearing one of the officers call my name but I completely ignore them. I pulled out my flashlight and looked around.

"Ponyboy! Johnny!" I breathed heavily as the flashlight went from left to right. But a light caught my attention. It was shining down on a body; a body with black shiny hair that looked fragile and with tan skin. A body I knew well. It was Johnny Cade's.

"Oh my god." I said rushing over to him. His eyes were closed but his face looked bashed and bruised. His wrists looked like they had ropes around previously before but he wasn't alive. There were two bullet wounds in his chest. I swallowed hard.

"Oh Johnny." I said taking a deep breath and shining the flashlight around. The fuzz hadn't come in yet. I guess they wanted me to experience the shock first.

"PONY!" I shouted hearing my echo reply to me. "Ony, Ony…" I ran my hand through my hair before my foot tapped something…or someone. My breath hitched in my throat. It was the serial killer. He had killed himself. Or had someone killed him?

Where was Ponyboy!

"PONYBOY?" I yelled feeling my voice give out.

"D-Darry…" I heard a small voice croak from somewhere far.

"Pony! Pony where are you?" I said feeling hot tears in my eyes.

"O-O-Over he-here…." Pony's weak voice was enough to make me flash my light in the right direction. I saw a curled up shadow in the corner in the hay, bleeding. By then the fuzz were starting to flood on in, witnessing the dead bodies and scene.

"PONYBOY!" I whispered scooping him up carefully in my arms. His stomach had been wounded and was bleeding really bad. I felt hot tears starting to weep from my eyes.

"Are you okay?" Pony couldn't even shake his head. Pony didn't answer only laid there in my arms in a daze before one of the fuzz lay a hand on my arm.

"Darrel we got to get him to a paramedic." She said seriously and I nodded, bringing Ponyboy out to the EMTs. They put him on a stretcher along with Johnny's dead body and the serial killer's and covered them up. I rode in the ambulance with Pony who had passed out by then. I thought about how traumatized Pony was gonna be; his friends had died in about a month, all five of them and one of them was our brother and another was his best friend.

"Are you alright Darrel?" the EMT asked me. I shook my head.

"I'll be fine."

~Two Days Later~

Ponyboy's POV

I was in the hospital because I was too sick to go home. I was tired and hungry but I didn't want to eat nor sleep. I sighed and leaned into the pillow. Darry had gone to get some coffee. I remembered about Johnny dying. The guy shot him. My best friend died. I could've died too, but I didn't. I should have.

"Pone? You alright?" Darry asked me from the doorway. I looked over at Darry and shrugged looking out the window.

"Yeah I guess so." I replied. Darry took a seat beside me.

"I know it's going to be really tough but we'll get over this somehow." He said quietly, seeming to hesitate on his last few words. Darry was also traumatized, too. He knew it. I was too. We lost the whole gang. Now it was just me and Darry. I didn't realize it til then but tears were swelling in my eyes. I was lucky to have Darry and live.

I wrapped Darry in a hug.

"I love you Darry." I said hugging him tightly. He smiled slightly and hugged me back tightly.

"I love ya too, Pone. Everything's gonna be alright." He said ruffling my hair. I sighed. I hoped it would be because nothing would be the same after this.