Author's Note: Hi guys! I'm Eh, Man. My screen name is a play on words
of my name. I know it sounds weird, but it amuses me, and that's what
matters. I know I forgot the A/N's on the first chapter, and I almost
forgot the disclaimer, too. Which really wasn't cool. And now to answer
my reviews:
Usagibuffy: Whoops. The POV kept switching because I originally was going to have it all in third person, than changed my mind at the last minute and had to go back and change the first few paragraphs. Sorry.
Tim the Enchantress: Thank you! I like writing as Pony best, but for the next chapter it's as Sodapop...Just because. Most of it will be as Pony though. 'Cause I love the kid. This quick enough? ^_~
Lynn: I'm glad you like it! I hope this is less confusing.
Blatty: Thank you so much for reviewing! I'm honoured that you'd review my story! I loved your 'I don't remember'. I don't remember if I reviewed...I meant to. Evil and cruel? I hope I earn your forgiveness now!
V: I know exactly how you feel, what with me having read like three- quarters of the Outsiders fics out there. Sorry. I like dramatic. ^_^ * gasps * Really? Aww, thank you!
Nicole: I hope this is less confusing. Thank you!
Burnin' Church Gal: Your review was very...Interesting! I loved it! I'm random myself quite a lot, so I can...uhm. ...Sympathize?!? Lol. Anyway, I'm glad you liked the church bit! FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THAT'S SGUARY I WILL CONTINUE! I don't care if you meant sugary. I like sguary better. * pats Johnny on head * I'll try not to kill Pony, ok? No promises...^_~ But that's not in the direct plot line right now, anyway. I'm always open for suggestions.
BrokenDragon: Here ya go! Thanx for the review!
* pants * Here's another chapter, wonderful readers! Most updates won't be so soon, but oh well.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
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(Soda's POV)
I had finally downed one of the jerks known as Socs. I had only one left, but unfortunately he seemed tough. He circled around me, all the while taunting me about the fact that I'm a Greaser.
Well, sorry man. I'm a Greaser. Nice to meet you too.
The Soc had on a tan sports coat, and had his mustang keys hanging out of his pocket braggingly. He had a tight smirk on his face, no doubt wanting to kill me right there with his switchblade. To bad buddy, I thought, you won't get the chance.
Most of the guys were behind me, because I was fairly close to the opening of the ally. I could only see TwoBit going at it with some huge football player. Turning around slightly, so that I could still trade jabs with the Soc, I could see Darry and Scott. They seemed to match each other pretty well, but I knew that my older brother could take care of himself. He is superman, of course.
But I still couldn't see Steve, or my younger brother Ponyboy. I felt a knot of worry in the pit of my stomach about my younger brother. So much had happened in a month that I'm not sure if he, or the rest of us for that matter, could stand it if something more went wrong.
TwoBit had sliced his guy up like swiss cheese, and the Soc had finally fallen. My buddy ran up to help Darry with Scott. Not that he needed it, of course.
Than I heard something that made my heart stand still.
"SODA!" It was Ponyboy.
I wheeled around to see my little brother getting the stuffing kicked out of him by some tough-looking Soc. Pony had a big slice across his shoulder, and blood was running down his arm. He had another cut along his chest, blood soaking through his white t-shirt. He was getting beat on by a Soc that looked like he had just stepped out of the bar.
I thought we had left Pony with the small guy? In my quick glance I caught him lying facedown on the pavement. Oh.
The Soc I was fighting thought I was no longer paying attention and took a swing at me, but I whirled around and jabbed my blade deep into his arm. He choked out a strange noise, than slumped to the ground. I had to help my little brother.
I started running over to where my brother was getting pummelled on by the Soc. As I watched he seemed to try to fight back less and less. He was really getting beat up. Shit.
"PONY!" I screamed across to my brother. I sprinted over to him. I hoped I got there in time to help him.
Steve yelled out that he had finally knocked out his Soc, but seeing me running, turned and joined me. I should never have let Pony outa my sight.
As I watched, the Soc slammed his fist into the side of Ponyboy's face. Hard. The Soc picked him up by the bloody front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. I heard pounding footsteps behind me as I came up to the Soc. Darry and TwoBit joined us. With an unspoken agreement we surrounded the guy holding Pony up to the wall.
He glanced around at us, panic deep in his wild brown eyes. He knew he was in for it.
He wouldn't like it when we kicked his sorry ass.
Then he pulled up his blade and placed it against my little brother's throat.
Pony was pale. His head was leaning limply against the cold brick wall behind him, and his eyes were cloudy but alert. His eyes widened in panic as he felt the cool steel against his neck. He started to shake out of pure weakness, not helping the fact that a switchblade was held against his throat.
The Soc shook Pony and yelled at him to stop moving. Right. Like he could help it, you fucking asshole. Pony's head slammed against the brick, and he closed his eyes briefly. Than he opened them again, determined.
"Back off Greasers!" He sneered. He tried to sound tough, but I wasn't buying it.
Darry stepped up closer.
"Leave the kid alone. Any one of us will take you, just drop the kid." My older brother said coolly.
Ponyboy was still shaking, and his captor was getting pissed. He pressed the blade harder, and a trickle of blood ran down my little brother's throat.
I stepped forward, but Steve and TwoBit grabbed the back of my shirt. Steve shook his head, and I was surprised to see him slightly pale. I didn't think he cared that much for the kid. Guess he did.
Pony's eyes got even wider as he felt the steel bite into his neck. His eyelids would every once in a while droop, and I knew it was hard for him not to pass out.
Hang in there, honey.
Suddenly the Soc released his hold on Ponyboy, and the kid slid down to the ground to land on his knees. The guy laughed cruely.
"What? You told me to drop the bastard." With that the big Soc kneed my Pony hard in the stomach.
Pony choked, than leant over and vomited next to the wall. He crouched there, gasping for breath, when the Soc picked him up yet again and pressed him against the wall. He drew up his blade and put it back up against Pony's bloody neck.
The Soc withdrew his hand just enough so that the barely-conscious Pony had to stretch his neck to keep from slitting his throat. Pony was steadily growing weaker, I could tell.
I glanced away from my little brother to the rest of the gang. Darry had his eyes narrowed, and was looking for a way to help his little brother, but his hands were shaking. TwoBit had wide eyes, and slouched down even lower than normal. Steve was pale and clenched his fists. This wasn't looking good. We all wanted to help the youngest Curtis, but if we got any closer to the Soc, he'd hurt Pony. Exactly what we didn't want to happen.
Damn, this wasn't getting any easier.
And now if Pony passed out, which was inevitable, he'd slit his throat.
'Hang in there Pony.' I thought.
Well, not hang. Given the situation, that probably wasn't the best advice. Or maybe it was, I thought glancing at the blade glinting in the moonlight.
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Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! I'll update faster if ya do!
Byebyez,
~Eh, Man
Usagibuffy: Whoops. The POV kept switching because I originally was going to have it all in third person, than changed my mind at the last minute and had to go back and change the first few paragraphs. Sorry.
Tim the Enchantress: Thank you! I like writing as Pony best, but for the next chapter it's as Sodapop...Just because. Most of it will be as Pony though. 'Cause I love the kid. This quick enough? ^_~
Lynn: I'm glad you like it! I hope this is less confusing.
Blatty: Thank you so much for reviewing! I'm honoured that you'd review my story! I loved your 'I don't remember'. I don't remember if I reviewed...I meant to. Evil and cruel? I hope I earn your forgiveness now!
V: I know exactly how you feel, what with me having read like three- quarters of the Outsiders fics out there. Sorry. I like dramatic. ^_^ * gasps * Really? Aww, thank you!
Nicole: I hope this is less confusing. Thank you!
Burnin' Church Gal: Your review was very...Interesting! I loved it! I'm random myself quite a lot, so I can...uhm. ...Sympathize?!? Lol. Anyway, I'm glad you liked the church bit! FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THAT'S SGUARY I WILL CONTINUE! I don't care if you meant sugary. I like sguary better. * pats Johnny on head * I'll try not to kill Pony, ok? No promises...^_~ But that's not in the direct plot line right now, anyway. I'm always open for suggestions.
BrokenDragon: Here ya go! Thanx for the review!
* pants * Here's another chapter, wonderful readers! Most updates won't be so soon, but oh well.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
~*~
(Soda's POV)
I had finally downed one of the jerks known as Socs. I had only one left, but unfortunately he seemed tough. He circled around me, all the while taunting me about the fact that I'm a Greaser.
Well, sorry man. I'm a Greaser. Nice to meet you too.
The Soc had on a tan sports coat, and had his mustang keys hanging out of his pocket braggingly. He had a tight smirk on his face, no doubt wanting to kill me right there with his switchblade. To bad buddy, I thought, you won't get the chance.
Most of the guys were behind me, because I was fairly close to the opening of the ally. I could only see TwoBit going at it with some huge football player. Turning around slightly, so that I could still trade jabs with the Soc, I could see Darry and Scott. They seemed to match each other pretty well, but I knew that my older brother could take care of himself. He is superman, of course.
But I still couldn't see Steve, or my younger brother Ponyboy. I felt a knot of worry in the pit of my stomach about my younger brother. So much had happened in a month that I'm not sure if he, or the rest of us for that matter, could stand it if something more went wrong.
TwoBit had sliced his guy up like swiss cheese, and the Soc had finally fallen. My buddy ran up to help Darry with Scott. Not that he needed it, of course.
Than I heard something that made my heart stand still.
"SODA!" It was Ponyboy.
I wheeled around to see my little brother getting the stuffing kicked out of him by some tough-looking Soc. Pony had a big slice across his shoulder, and blood was running down his arm. He had another cut along his chest, blood soaking through his white t-shirt. He was getting beat on by a Soc that looked like he had just stepped out of the bar.
I thought we had left Pony with the small guy? In my quick glance I caught him lying facedown on the pavement. Oh.
The Soc I was fighting thought I was no longer paying attention and took a swing at me, but I whirled around and jabbed my blade deep into his arm. He choked out a strange noise, than slumped to the ground. I had to help my little brother.
I started running over to where my brother was getting pummelled on by the Soc. As I watched he seemed to try to fight back less and less. He was really getting beat up. Shit.
"PONY!" I screamed across to my brother. I sprinted over to him. I hoped I got there in time to help him.
Steve yelled out that he had finally knocked out his Soc, but seeing me running, turned and joined me. I should never have let Pony outa my sight.
As I watched, the Soc slammed his fist into the side of Ponyboy's face. Hard. The Soc picked him up by the bloody front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. I heard pounding footsteps behind me as I came up to the Soc. Darry and TwoBit joined us. With an unspoken agreement we surrounded the guy holding Pony up to the wall.
He glanced around at us, panic deep in his wild brown eyes. He knew he was in for it.
He wouldn't like it when we kicked his sorry ass.
Then he pulled up his blade and placed it against my little brother's throat.
Pony was pale. His head was leaning limply against the cold brick wall behind him, and his eyes were cloudy but alert. His eyes widened in panic as he felt the cool steel against his neck. He started to shake out of pure weakness, not helping the fact that a switchblade was held against his throat.
The Soc shook Pony and yelled at him to stop moving. Right. Like he could help it, you fucking asshole. Pony's head slammed against the brick, and he closed his eyes briefly. Than he opened them again, determined.
"Back off Greasers!" He sneered. He tried to sound tough, but I wasn't buying it.
Darry stepped up closer.
"Leave the kid alone. Any one of us will take you, just drop the kid." My older brother said coolly.
Ponyboy was still shaking, and his captor was getting pissed. He pressed the blade harder, and a trickle of blood ran down my little brother's throat.
I stepped forward, but Steve and TwoBit grabbed the back of my shirt. Steve shook his head, and I was surprised to see him slightly pale. I didn't think he cared that much for the kid. Guess he did.
Pony's eyes got even wider as he felt the steel bite into his neck. His eyelids would every once in a while droop, and I knew it was hard for him not to pass out.
Hang in there, honey.
Suddenly the Soc released his hold on Ponyboy, and the kid slid down to the ground to land on his knees. The guy laughed cruely.
"What? You told me to drop the bastard." With that the big Soc kneed my Pony hard in the stomach.
Pony choked, than leant over and vomited next to the wall. He crouched there, gasping for breath, when the Soc picked him up yet again and pressed him against the wall. He drew up his blade and put it back up against Pony's bloody neck.
The Soc withdrew his hand just enough so that the barely-conscious Pony had to stretch his neck to keep from slitting his throat. Pony was steadily growing weaker, I could tell.
I glanced away from my little brother to the rest of the gang. Darry had his eyes narrowed, and was looking for a way to help his little brother, but his hands were shaking. TwoBit had wide eyes, and slouched down even lower than normal. Steve was pale and clenched his fists. This wasn't looking good. We all wanted to help the youngest Curtis, but if we got any closer to the Soc, he'd hurt Pony. Exactly what we didn't want to happen.
Damn, this wasn't getting any easier.
And now if Pony passed out, which was inevitable, he'd slit his throat.
'Hang in there Pony.' I thought.
Well, not hang. Given the situation, that probably wasn't the best advice. Or maybe it was, I thought glancing at the blade glinting in the moonlight.
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Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! I'll update faster if ya do!
Byebyez,
~Eh, Man