OH my god I am SO SORRY it's been so long since I have written and updated this story I've been busy with my friends and school life I almost forgot about this story. My dear apologies! I may have a bit of writers block, but I may end up killing Darry or Ponyboy….or both :D

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS! Only the Serial Killer, Darwin, Chris, and any made up character!

Chapter Eleven: Lost

"Hey Pony." I looked up and saw Darwin leaning against the locker beside mine. I was gathering my stuff for my next class, which was History. The day had gone by so slow and it seemed like everyone had known about what was happening. The news about Maggie had spread fast like fire, and it only made Chris more depressed then what he really was. I remember at her funeral he had broken down like a baby, Darwin had a deep frown on his face and I didn't even have an urge to cry. I couldn't.

I gave a nod in return.

"Hi guys." I said in response and Darwin lifted an eyebrow, puzzled.

"You okay? You've been acting weird the past few…days." He said pausing. I shrugged and Chris only glanced between us. His silence was killing me. I wish he'd talk and say something unusual or brag about how good his day was going, unlike mine. But his eyes said different and were just silent; and hurt.

Darwin gave m a nudge. "C'mon man tell us. Is there anything goin' on between you and Darry." He gritted out Darry's name with disrespect. Ever since their fight a couple weeks back they weren't too friendly with each other now. I slammed my locker shut.

"It's nothin' alright?" I said with a sigh and stormed off. I didn't know what it was that made me in a bad mood today, but I just wanted to avoid everyone. My history teacher looked at me as I walked on in and she furrowed her eyebrows, not with anger, but with concern. I ignored her and sat down, just wanting the 3:30 bell to ring.

RIIIINNNNNGGGGG!

After all the lecturing on the 40's culture I didn't realized I had dozed off throughout the whole lesson. I hadn't paid attention and was really going to regret it later. I was gathering my books before I heard the teacher call me.

"Ponyboy? May I speak to you?" I looked up at her and nodded before sauntering up to her desk. Her blond hair was in a ponytail and her eyes looked serious today. But always looked serious.

"D-Did I do something wrong?" I asked my voice getting quiet and almost worried. She shook her head with a soft smile.

"No Ponyboy," she said and laced her fingers gently setting them on the desk. "I'm worried about your grades, and not only that, is everything alright at home?" I twitched a bit. Was a teacher really asking me if I was okay? I was a bit befuddled at first and stuttered on my words. She raised her eyebrow and I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Ms.B, it's really hard to explain but there's a reason why my grades are slacking." Her silence was the key for me to continue. "But-but I can't tell you." I said in a whisper. She looked at me concerned.

"Why not? Is it something personal or family related? Ponyboy I wont tell on you." I had to smile a bit at her little humor she had. I knew Ms.B wouldn't tell on me. I was always good in her class.

"Y'know the murders back almost a year ago? With those five kids?" I said my throat starting to get dry and my eyes stinging a bit. Her once smile descended to a frown. She sat up straighter and her face turned more thoughtful.

"What about them?" she said looking at me dead serious.

"Well, the murderer isn't dead. He's the one that killed Maggie and-and I'm just afraid he'll hurt me and my family. And friends." My voice choked and I coughed, trying not to break down in front of my teacher. That would be the worst thing for my reputation. Ms.B 'hmmed' and sat back in her chair.

Ms.B was silent for a long time. She was staring at her desk and she looked like she was thinking about something; Maybe even remembering the five kids that had died. I knew at one point she had had Two bit and Johnny in her class so she would be sure to remember them.

"I remember and …were they your friends, Ponyboy?" I nodded slowly and she sighed biting her bottom lip. She hated to remember a painful memory. She wished she could've done something but she couldn't. She's just a teacher. She looked up at me.

"Do you know Howard and Mable?" I shook my head at her question. She smiled slightly.

"Mable's a sophomore and Howard's a junior. You'd make great friends with them if you knew them." She sighed again, only this time it was more of a scared sigh.

"I'd be scared if I lost my kids. Anyway I'm sorry I kept you Ponyboy and you had to listen to my rant. I'm sure a kid like you doesn't need any more problems." I shook my head.

"It's nothing Ms.B." I said. I didn't want to make her feel bad and be rude about it. I bid her good bye and walked out, walking home slowly. Along the way I had run into Darwin and Chris, but they ignored me. I didn't really care though.

"Damnit Ponyboy what the hell is your problem!" Darwin snapped finally as we walked home in deafening silence. Chris jumped and his eyes widened at his little brother then me. I almost jumped out of my skin at his tone, but didn't show it.

"None of your business now shove it." I said bitterly before striding ahead of him. I knew Darwin's temper would flare but I just quickly walked and walked before he could do anything.

I finally reached my house and carried myself up the steps seeing a white note scribbled on the door. My palms got all clammy and I ripped it off the door. In scribbled handwriting was a note.

Ponyboy,

Things got ugly. Wanna see? Go inside.

Have a look. I dare you.

James

My heart started to race and I rushed inside.

"DARRY!" I yelled feeling myself breathe hard. The house was quiet and it reeked of death. He was here. He had been here. I ran to Darry's room and I nearly felt myself puke. Darry was on the bed, a stab wound in his stomach and where his heart was.

"That son-of-a bitch!" I muttered underneath my breath feeling tears sting my eyes. I sat down against the wall and let out a loud sob not hearing the front door open. I couldn't call the police or child services. I didn't want to get taken away but they'd have to know about Darry.

"Pony?" a quiet voice wondered the air and my head lifted up.

"Johnny? Is that you?" then there was the awkward silence.

"Err no it's Chris." My face dimmed and I felt the tears falling again. The door quietly opened and Chris walked in only for him to gasp quietly but enough to hear and he started to tremble.

"Jesus Ponyboy what happened?" Darwin's panicked voice followed.

"I-I just found Darry dead okay! Along with this!" I shoved the note at them and Darwin looked it over.

"Shit." He cursed and looked up at the ceiling for a very long, time. Chris bent down next to me.

"What're ya gonna do Ponyboy?" he whispered the worry in his eyes shining. I shook and only cried, and cried.

"I-I don't know!" I wailed and Darwin frowned.

"I'll call the cops." He said before walking out of the room. I sat there listening to Chris console me. I had lost everything. My friends, my family. All I had was Darwin and Chris. My only friends. Why didn't he just kill me now?

When the time comes…

I heard a voice whisper and I shivered. Chris furrowed his eyebrows.

"You okay man?" I shook my head.

"No, I'm not okay." And this time, I wasn't lying.

Okay so I know it's been a while so sorry if this chapter had mistakes, and wasn't very good, etc… PLEASE review and let me know whatcha think ;) lol I have plans (kinda), ideas anyway for not this story, but maybe a pre-quel. What do you think?