Author's Note: Hi again. * Sobs * Thank you guys for the reviews!! They
make me so happy! * Does little 'reviews' dance *
Holy crap I'm getting these chapters out fast! I warn you, I won't be updating this fast usually, but those reviews spurred me on!
Speaking of reviews:
Reaper: The next chapter two is up and readable...but you probably know that by now. Yes, torturing characters is fun. I have been torturing characters since I was nine, and writing stories about it. Yes, I know I'm lame. But this is the first time I've actually posted anything... So I'm glad you like it! Here's some more!
Blatty: Of course! I always mention my reviewers! It's the least I can do for the peoples who take the time to read and review my story! You're not cruel or evil as long as you review! ^_~ So I guess this works two ways! Do you know that you said 'really' 72 times? Well, thank you very (repeated 71 more times) much!
Nicole: Thank you! Yupp, another update!
Tim the Enchantress: Thank you! Fight scenes are, well, pretty much new to me. None of the stories I have ever written before have much really action in them like this one has. Lol. Don't worry, spoiling reviewers is fun! I hope this was quick enough! Don't be too disappointed! ^_~
V: Uhm. 20 Billion! Just kidding. Although, as you can see, I have already updated. But for future chapters, as many as you feel like! Well, as much as I like reviews, doesn't it kinda defeat the purpose if one person gives you like four? Why not just one long one? Of course, this is from someone who reviewed five times for one chapter, so...^_~ (And the person who wrote a review so long that when the author printed it out it was two pages long.) Yes, reviewing does amuse me. So I feel your pain/happiness.
Lil Chaos Angel: I updated! I updated! Darn, now we'll have to cancel that reservation at the mental institute...^_~
BrokenDragon and Purified Darkness: Hello! * waves * Soong? I'll take that as you want me to update soon, and not sing you a song. Ok. Yeah, Darkness, you havn't updated for forever! * pokes * Heh. My name looks funny when said in a sentence. Eh, man to you too. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
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(Pony's POV)
Ever been real scared? So scared you can't think straight, or put more than two words together to form a sentence? Well, feeling a knife against my throat really wasn't that much fun.
Especially after the Soc beat me up a bit more. Than threw me against the wall. Again. This time not only holding it to my throat, but so close to my neck that I had to strain my head up to keep from getting slit.
Which wasn't too tuff, considering the circumstances. I was close to passing out cold right there; I could barely keep my eyes open. I think that Soc broke some ribs; my chest was on fire. My shoulder had started to burn, as had the cut on my chest. I felt like puking again, the big guy sure did a job on my stomach. And I think I had a concussion, too.
The list just kept getting longer and longer. I didn't even bother to think why I was summing up my injuries when I was held up against the wall, toes dangling, with a blade to my throat. I wasn't thinking too clearly.
It felt like I was drunk, the world spun and to my eyes everything was blurry. And, like I said, if some Soc wasn't holding me up to a wall, I'd go find somewhere to throw up.
My mind was going in circles; I couldn't keep my head up for much longer. I was tired, so tired. It felt like it had after I ran that long- distance race last year, I could barely breath or keep my eyes open.
Ok, Ponyboy. Don't think of the switchblade at your throat. Don't think about how it could slit your throat if you lowered it half a centimetre. Don't think that you're going to die. Don't think about the fact you're pressed up against the wall by some insane Soc. Don't think how the blade will tear into your throat and slice through your jugular...
Damn my imagination.
I tried to look at the gang; I knew they were there somewhere. I just couldn't see them because everything was spinning. I blinked and wished I could shake my head, but somehow thought that that wouldn't be that good of an idea.
Finally, my sight cleared enough to see the gang. To anyone but another Greaser, they'd look like a bunch of tough hoods that could care less about what was happening in front of them. But to another one of them, like me, they looked worried. And scared.
If Darry, TwoBit, Steve, and Sodapop are scared, that can't be good. Oh shit.
I started to shake again, having briefly stopped while thinking hard about holding up my neck. But I couldn't last for much longer. The muscles of my neck burned, more than anything I wanted to lay down my head. I forced myself to keep up my head, but the strain was getting too much. I would pass out soon. Or puke. Or both.
God, I wasn't feeling to good right then.
"What do you want?" Darry's voice was slightly not as calm as before, and seemed to pierce my half-conscious daze. Huh. Even superman can't see his little brother get killed.
Somehow I found this funny, and laughed to myself.
Meanwhile, the Soc had turned his head to glare at Darry.
"Fuck off, Greaser!"
While he had his head turned, I shook so hard that his blade slipped and cut into my neck.
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A/N: I was tempted to leave it there, but since I've already given you guys two cliffhangers in a row, and I'd probably get killed if I left it there, I will continue. For a bit.
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I felt blood seep down my shoulder and onto my already blood soaked white t-shirt. Lucky for me, the blade had slipped when he turned, and didn't cut my jugular. Instead, it cut a deep cut into my shoulder, near my neck. It hurt like hell.
The Soc must've felt his blade slip and meet resistance, 'cause he whirled round and dropped me. He gave me another kick into my gut, than leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I'll get you yet, Greaser."
With that, he ran outa the ally, dodging past Soda, who had run forward as soon as I dropped.
Damn. He shouldn't have gotten away.
I felt horrible, and the other kick to my stomach hadn't helped much. I turned over from where I sat huddled where I fell, and threw up next to the wall again. Not only did hurling a second time hurt my now-bloody throat, but my ribs burned like hell. I was leaning heavily against the wall when I finished, and when I tried to bring a shaking hand up to my face; I brought it back covered with blood.
The darkness was gathering. I read that in a book once, and now I knew what it meant.
I felt gentle hands pulling me away from the wall. I tried to hold on to my consciousness, I didn't wanna pass out yet. Someone put my head in their lap, and I forced my eyes open to see who it was.
Soda. He was holding my hand and had my head in his lap. I could barely see his face, even though it wasn't too far away. My vision was blurring up again.
"Sorry." I muttered. I couldn't get my mouth to form the words too well.
"About what, honey?" He asked, placing his other hand on my forehead. It felt cool. Great another thing to add to my now-extremely long list.
"I tried...to fight him...but..." I whispered.
"Shhh...shut up, Pon. You did fine." He said quietly, like he was talking to a sick animal.
I just compared myself with an animal. 'Cause I'm real smart...
"Where's Darry?" I asked. Forcing the words out, I tried to see past the blurry blob that was my older brother.
"I'm right here, little buddy." Said a voice off to my left that I recognised as my Darry. He sounded worried. Guess I looked just about as good as I felt.
Soda was talking in a calm voice while stroking my cheek with his hand.
"Steve ran after that bastard, but that Soc had too much of a head start. He should be back soon. TwoBit went to the pay phone down the street to call the ambulance."
"And is back now. So how's the kid?" His voice came from my right. I hated not being able to see them clearly.
Someone answered. I couldn't tell who anymore. Or what they said. My eyes closed and the rushing blackness surrounded me as I passed out.
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Author's Note: REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!! I'll give you a cookie!
* gets mad at self for bribing reviewers *
Ah well, whatever.
I'll update faster if you review!!
^_^
Chow.
~Eh, Man.
Holy crap I'm getting these chapters out fast! I warn you, I won't be updating this fast usually, but those reviews spurred me on!
Speaking of reviews:
Reaper: The next chapter two is up and readable...but you probably know that by now. Yes, torturing characters is fun. I have been torturing characters since I was nine, and writing stories about it. Yes, I know I'm lame. But this is the first time I've actually posted anything... So I'm glad you like it! Here's some more!
Blatty: Of course! I always mention my reviewers! It's the least I can do for the peoples who take the time to read and review my story! You're not cruel or evil as long as you review! ^_~ So I guess this works two ways! Do you know that you said 'really' 72 times? Well, thank you very (repeated 71 more times) much!
Nicole: Thank you! Yupp, another update!
Tim the Enchantress: Thank you! Fight scenes are, well, pretty much new to me. None of the stories I have ever written before have much really action in them like this one has. Lol. Don't worry, spoiling reviewers is fun! I hope this was quick enough! Don't be too disappointed! ^_~
V: Uhm. 20 Billion! Just kidding. Although, as you can see, I have already updated. But for future chapters, as many as you feel like! Well, as much as I like reviews, doesn't it kinda defeat the purpose if one person gives you like four? Why not just one long one? Of course, this is from someone who reviewed five times for one chapter, so...^_~ (And the person who wrote a review so long that when the author printed it out it was two pages long.) Yes, reviewing does amuse me. So I feel your pain/happiness.
Lil Chaos Angel: I updated! I updated! Darn, now we'll have to cancel that reservation at the mental institute...^_~
BrokenDragon and Purified Darkness: Hello! * waves * Soong? I'll take that as you want me to update soon, and not sing you a song. Ok. Yeah, Darkness, you havn't updated for forever! * pokes * Heh. My name looks funny when said in a sentence. Eh, man to you too. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
~*~
(Pony's POV)
Ever been real scared? So scared you can't think straight, or put more than two words together to form a sentence? Well, feeling a knife against my throat really wasn't that much fun.
Especially after the Soc beat me up a bit more. Than threw me against the wall. Again. This time not only holding it to my throat, but so close to my neck that I had to strain my head up to keep from getting slit.
Which wasn't too tuff, considering the circumstances. I was close to passing out cold right there; I could barely keep my eyes open. I think that Soc broke some ribs; my chest was on fire. My shoulder had started to burn, as had the cut on my chest. I felt like puking again, the big guy sure did a job on my stomach. And I think I had a concussion, too.
The list just kept getting longer and longer. I didn't even bother to think why I was summing up my injuries when I was held up against the wall, toes dangling, with a blade to my throat. I wasn't thinking too clearly.
It felt like I was drunk, the world spun and to my eyes everything was blurry. And, like I said, if some Soc wasn't holding me up to a wall, I'd go find somewhere to throw up.
My mind was going in circles; I couldn't keep my head up for much longer. I was tired, so tired. It felt like it had after I ran that long- distance race last year, I could barely breath or keep my eyes open.
Ok, Ponyboy. Don't think of the switchblade at your throat. Don't think about how it could slit your throat if you lowered it half a centimetre. Don't think that you're going to die. Don't think about the fact you're pressed up against the wall by some insane Soc. Don't think how the blade will tear into your throat and slice through your jugular...
Damn my imagination.
I tried to look at the gang; I knew they were there somewhere. I just couldn't see them because everything was spinning. I blinked and wished I could shake my head, but somehow thought that that wouldn't be that good of an idea.
Finally, my sight cleared enough to see the gang. To anyone but another Greaser, they'd look like a bunch of tough hoods that could care less about what was happening in front of them. But to another one of them, like me, they looked worried. And scared.
If Darry, TwoBit, Steve, and Sodapop are scared, that can't be good. Oh shit.
I started to shake again, having briefly stopped while thinking hard about holding up my neck. But I couldn't last for much longer. The muscles of my neck burned, more than anything I wanted to lay down my head. I forced myself to keep up my head, but the strain was getting too much. I would pass out soon. Or puke. Or both.
God, I wasn't feeling to good right then.
"What do you want?" Darry's voice was slightly not as calm as before, and seemed to pierce my half-conscious daze. Huh. Even superman can't see his little brother get killed.
Somehow I found this funny, and laughed to myself.
Meanwhile, the Soc had turned his head to glare at Darry.
"Fuck off, Greaser!"
While he had his head turned, I shook so hard that his blade slipped and cut into my neck.
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A/N: I was tempted to leave it there, but since I've already given you guys two cliffhangers in a row, and I'd probably get killed if I left it there, I will continue. For a bit.
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I felt blood seep down my shoulder and onto my already blood soaked white t-shirt. Lucky for me, the blade had slipped when he turned, and didn't cut my jugular. Instead, it cut a deep cut into my shoulder, near my neck. It hurt like hell.
The Soc must've felt his blade slip and meet resistance, 'cause he whirled round and dropped me. He gave me another kick into my gut, than leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I'll get you yet, Greaser."
With that, he ran outa the ally, dodging past Soda, who had run forward as soon as I dropped.
Damn. He shouldn't have gotten away.
I felt horrible, and the other kick to my stomach hadn't helped much. I turned over from where I sat huddled where I fell, and threw up next to the wall again. Not only did hurling a second time hurt my now-bloody throat, but my ribs burned like hell. I was leaning heavily against the wall when I finished, and when I tried to bring a shaking hand up to my face; I brought it back covered with blood.
The darkness was gathering. I read that in a book once, and now I knew what it meant.
I felt gentle hands pulling me away from the wall. I tried to hold on to my consciousness, I didn't wanna pass out yet. Someone put my head in their lap, and I forced my eyes open to see who it was.
Soda. He was holding my hand and had my head in his lap. I could barely see his face, even though it wasn't too far away. My vision was blurring up again.
"Sorry." I muttered. I couldn't get my mouth to form the words too well.
"About what, honey?" He asked, placing his other hand on my forehead. It felt cool. Great another thing to add to my now-extremely long list.
"I tried...to fight him...but..." I whispered.
"Shhh...shut up, Pon. You did fine." He said quietly, like he was talking to a sick animal.
I just compared myself with an animal. 'Cause I'm real smart...
"Where's Darry?" I asked. Forcing the words out, I tried to see past the blurry blob that was my older brother.
"I'm right here, little buddy." Said a voice off to my left that I recognised as my Darry. He sounded worried. Guess I looked just about as good as I felt.
Soda was talking in a calm voice while stroking my cheek with his hand.
"Steve ran after that bastard, but that Soc had too much of a head start. He should be back soon. TwoBit went to the pay phone down the street to call the ambulance."
"And is back now. So how's the kid?" His voice came from my right. I hated not being able to see them clearly.
Someone answered. I couldn't tell who anymore. Or what they said. My eyes closed and the rushing blackness surrounded me as I passed out.
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Author's Note: REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!! I'll give you a cookie!
* gets mad at self for bribing reviewers *
Ah well, whatever.
I'll update faster if you review!!
^_^
Chow.
~Eh, Man.