Them damn Socs
Disclaimer, I do not own The Outsiders(but some day, i will TRY!)
It felt like I was hobbling, trying to walk with the crutches jammed under my armpits. I was headed home cause my mom didn't call to tell Darry to take me home or anything. It was harder than I thought, walking when I'm crippled. Although, it was kinda fun. Then I spotted it. The mustang tailing me. Damn, that mustang. I stopped and let it pull up beside me. They were Socs alright. The driver took a good look at me.
"Two-Bit Matthews?" he asked.
"Waddya want, ape-face?" I asked, no tin the mood to be jumped.
"What happened to you?"
"What does it look like?" I began to walk, the mustang gong the same speed as me.
"Looks like you're crippled."
"No shit."
"What's with you?"
"I'm not in the mood for a jumping right now." The driver looked back at his passengers. Then the car stopped. I knew that wasn't a good thing, so I picked up the pace as much as I could. Surprisingly, it was pretty fast; the Socs had to run to keep on me. I tripped on a dent in the sidewalk and fell forward, bracing myself for the ground coming up to reach me. But it didn't I stopped just a foot above it. There was a hand on my chest, and noticing the class ring on his hand, it was the Soc. He pulled me to my feet as the other two guys got my crutches. This is getting weirder by the minute. I looked at them.
"What are you doing?" I asked, all shrilly. It was as if they were meaning to help for once. But the Soc didn't reply. Then, the next thing I knew was the Soc pressing a wet rag to my mouth and nose. I inhaled the scent of the liquid and became drowsy. Then I passed out.
--x-X-x--
3rd Person POV
"Where's Two-Bit?" Darry asked when he came out of the kitchen, followed by Dally. Soda and Steve looked up at him.
"Dunno, he left."
"Alone?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't anyone go with him? He's crippled for Christ's sake!" Dally yelled.
"Guys! The Socs could jump him easily!" Darry yelled, making everyone jump.
"Where do you think he went?" Johnny asked.
"I don't know... we should split up and search for him." Darry offered, "Dallas and I should go to Soc territory to look, Johnny, you and Ponyboy should search the lot. Steve, search Bucks, and Soda, search Two-Bit's house." he instructed. They all nodded and got up. Soda was out first, followed by Steve, Johnny, and Pony. Dally and Darry left last. As they scattered, Dally stared at Darry.
"Do you think a Soc got him?"
"Most likely..." he answered as he got into the truck with Dally. Once Dally was in, Darry started the engine and sped down the road.
"Do you think he's okay?"
"I hope so."
--x-X-x--
Two-Bit POV
When I came to, I was bound and gagged in some dark room which looked like a basement almost. I sat up and pressed my back against the wall behind me. It was cold and sent a chill down my spine. My hands were bounded on my lap. My tongue stroked the piece of cloth in my mouth, trying to force it out. It wouldn't budge, it was tied tightly on the back of my head. I sighed through my nose, then began to growl at the pit of my throat. This was terrible. I kinda wished I could scream, or at least talk. Then I notice my feet weren't bounded. But I still couldn't walk without crutches.
"So you're finally up, eh, Two-Bit?" a voice called. I looked up the staircase at the damned Soc who first kidnaped me.
"What are you gonna do to me?" I asked him as he climbed down the stairs. He approached me. He wasn't answering, so I asked again, "What are you gonna do–." but I was cut short when he bent down and forced a kiss on me.
--x-X-x--
3rd Person POV
"Darry, go to Two-Bit's house." Dally finally said when they had circled the Soc territory a few times.
"Soda is there, he can cover it."
"Just do it." he ordered. Darry turned the truck and headed back to the East side. They were silent the whole way there. Once they got there, Dally jumped out of the house and ran to Two-Bit's front door. He barged in, seeing Soda sitting on the couch.
"Dally?"
"If Darry asks, I'm in Two-Bit's room, but don't let him go in." Dally ordered, trotting up the stairs.
"Alright, Dal." Soda muttered, flipping the channel. Dally made his way to Two-Bit's room and went in. He shut the door and locked it. Then, Dal looked in the dresser and found the white polo, the madras, and the white pants. Now all he needed was a wig and he'd be set.
Dallys turn!! REVIEW PLEASE!