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Ok, I'm currently operating on three hours of sleep, so bare with me.
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Usagibuffy: Yupperz. * hands cookie, yupp, you guessed it, chocolate chip * It's warm, especially for you! * grins * Nah. Really? That sounds...depressing. What was the point of the story, then? No, I'm fairly sure Pony's gunna live through this one. He's gunna suffer like hell, but I think He'll live.
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Ok, this chapter is in Soda's POV again, but it will switch in later chapters to other people, so don't worry,
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders ~*~
(Soda's POV)
I rocked slightly back and forth, my little brother's hand in mine. His head was in my lap, and he had passed out cold after being released by the Soc that had held him up.
That goddamn Soc.
He escaped. He shouldn't have gotten away. He should have to suffer for what he did to Pony. But he didn't, he just ran. Because of me, he was able to run. I hadn't stopped him. I should have landed all over him like the Soc who beat on him in the rumble before Johnny and Dally died.
But I didn't stop him. I was too busy making sure Ponyboy was still alive. Darry and me are supposed to protect our little brother, and look what happened.
Pony was only fourteen, and had already seen more shit on the streets than most of the people in Tulsa. He had seen two of his buddies killed in one night. He had been in more fights than the fuzz. He had already been to court, and almost been charged with murder. He had lost both his parents on the same day less than a year ago.
Life wasn't fair. If it were, my sweet little brother Ponyboy wouldn't be fighting the Socs like this everyday. Heck, who had ever heard of a Greaser who dug sunsets? Pony could go somewhere if he wanted to, and that's more than most hoods could say. My little brother was something special.
Ponyboy looked like he had just gotten run over by a mustang. He was pale as a sheet, with bruises already forming all over his face and neck. He had a black eye that was swelling up, and a cut above his right eyebrow bled down into his reddish-brown roots. His neck had small slices from the knife, one The kid's white t-shirt was rusty brown from dried blood, most on the front coming from the slash across his chest but other from the deep at the bottom of his neck. Blood was still streaming down Pony's left shoulder from a deep cut, and bruises were forming up and down his arms. His breathing was shallow and uneven, and he was still shaking although unconscious.
Darry held his other hand, and knelt next to Pony and me. My older brother's forehead was creased with concern and worry, and he stroked Pony's bleached blonde hair that was dark at the roots. Just another happy memory of Windrixville.
TwoBit had gotten back right before Ponyboy fainted, and was playing with his new blue-handled switchblade. He might have seemed indifferent, but his face was slightly pale, and he kept glancing back at the kid to see how he was doing. Pony had told me once that TwoBit had said to him that the gang could get along without anyone but Johnny.
He was wrong.
If Pony...died, and it hurt me to admit that he could, Darry and I wouldn't be able to take it. Not our little brother as well as our parents. But if Darry and I were outa it, Steve would follow because he was my best buddy, and was almost part of the Curtis family anyway. And TwoBit would be the only one of the gang not depressed. That's not getting along pretty tuff.
Steve sat behind me, offering his support, even if he wasn't too hot on the kid. That's why he was my best buddy. He was always there, and I for him. We've been that way since we were little. He didn't like how I asked my brother to come along with us sometimes, and blamed it on Pony. But deep down he cared, but he wouldn't show it. Dammit, Pony's the deep one, not me.
Darry suddenly looked up into my eyes.
"We gotta leave the ally. We'll get trouble with the fuzz if they see all the Socs." He said quietly, gesturing around to the unconscious Socs lying in the dirt. Funny. I hadn't noticed them.
"Whose gunna pick up the kid?" I asked, annoyed at how weak my voice sounded. Getting all emotional wasn't exactly a tuff thing for a Greaser to do. I didn't want to let go of my little brother, now that it came to it. I was still feeling guilty about letting the bastard get away.
"I will." Darry whispered, eyes flicking to where the sound of sirens were coming in the distance.
He reached down and slipped one arm under his legs, and the other under his arms. Darrel slowly lifted Pony up, when I saw the blood.
There was a dark red stain all over my pants. Blood. Pony's blood. Blood was smearing on Darry's muscle shirt, as he brought Pony up against his chest.
As Ponyboy was bent at the waist as he was picked up, he cried out slightly in pain. Darry didn't even pause, but I know it wasn't outa cruelty.
"He's got broken ribs." Steve muttered from behind me. I remembered that Steve got three broken ribs in the rumble before the Johnny and Dally died.
Darry carried Pony out of the ally, and down the street. I followed, holding one of my little brother's limp hands. TwoBit slouched down next to Darry, cigarette hanging outa his mouth, and Steve had his hand on my shoulder.
We were quite the group.
"He's getting awfully big to be carried." I mumbled to Darry. I said the exact same thing when Darry carried Pony into the house from the truck.
"He's lost alota weight." My older brother said. Darry had a hint of a sad smile on his face.
Shit. I was goin' to start bawling soon.
It was true though, after the incident with the church, Pony started to eat less and walk into things more. The nightmares at night came back, and many nights I was sitting there trying to calm him down from the dreams he can't remember. My little brother had a good build for a fourteen year old, but he was getting skinny.
We'd have to stop TwoBit from eating all the cake before Pony woke up.
As us five hoods walked down the streets of the West side, the sirens kept getting louder and louder. Oh god. Late at night. The gang was over at our house like usual when the phone rang. I lunged over to pick it up just to beat Steve who was doing the same. Placing the receiver to my ear, I listened to the voice on the other line. "There's been an accident." I had yelled for Darry, and he had taken the phone from me. After Darry had gotten paler and paler, he hung up the phone and turned to us. "Mom and Dad are dead."
No. My brother would not die. I remembered the sirens from the hospital as they brought our parents in. Both dead. The sirens spooked me as they were signs that Pony could still die.
Pony would be ok. He had to be. I felt Steve squeeze my shoulder as the blaring ambulance stopped in front of us, and the paramedics ran out.
After taking my little brother from Darry, they asked if the family wanted to ride in the ambulance. They sure as hell weren't gunna stop me.
I glanced back over to TwoBit and Steve out on the sidewalk, but Steve yelled that they'd drive over.
The doors slammed, and an oxygen mask was placed over Pony's mouth. I had his hand again, and Darry had his other. The docs were yelling things back to one another, but I wasn't listening.
I was watching my brother's eyes slowly eyes open, his green eyes dark with pain.
~*~
Author's Note: Ta da! So? Did ya like it? Sorry, I tried not to leave a cliffy this time. It's sorta a half cliffy. Hopefully one you can live with. ^_~
Sorry, no cookies this time. I'm fresh out. * Shows how empty pockets are of cookies *
Luv ya all,
~Eh, Man
Ok, I'm currently operating on three hours of sleep, so bare with me.
Yay!! REVIEWIES!!!! They make my day guys, really, they do. I must say though, I think alot of you reviewed just for the cookie...Thus the point of a bribe! ^_^ And now to answer them:
Remmy: * Hands chocolate chip cookie warily * Go easy on the sugar dear. Thank you for the review!
Lil Chaos Angel: As far as I know, I'm not going to kill Ponyboy. But hey, this story could write itself....^_~ * Hands chocolate chip cookie with extra chocolate * I love chocolate too!
Air: Wow! The first time you've ever reviewed? I'm honoured! Really, I am! Thank you! Don't worry, your review was great. n.n Okies, heres ya cookie! * Hands chocolate chip cookie *
V: Ok, here's your chocolate chip cookie! * Hands cookie *
Blatty: Chocolate chip ok to you? Wow, you'd review if no cookie were involved? Gee, thanx! ^_~ * Hands cookie* Uhm...* stares at fingers bitten down to bond * Erm....I really didn't have to see that. Disturbing.
Makenzie: I will continue, worry not! * hands chocolate chip cookie * I like detail. Detail is my friend. * Hugs detail *
BrokenDragon and Purified Darkness: Actually, I hate cliffhangers when reading stories, but love them while writing them. * hands each their chocolate chip cookies * Uhm. * Pats monkey on head * Alright, Mr. Monkey! * Salutes monkey * Buhbyes! * waves *
Usagibuffy: Yupperz. * hands cookie, yupp, you guessed it, chocolate chip * It's warm, especially for you! * grins * Nah. Really? That sounds...depressing. What was the point of the story, then? No, I'm fairly sure Pony's gunna live through this one. He's gunna suffer like hell, but I think He'll live.
Nicole: Thank you! *hands chocolate chip cookie *
Tim the Enchantress: Thank you, thank you, and thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying this fic; I am too. Although, I wrote this chapter today while half asleep...but still. * hands chocolate chip cookie *
Hermione45695: * Hands chocolate chip cookie * I won't! * Cuts string Hermione's hanging from *
Alright! 28 reviews! Thanx so much guys!
Ok, this chapter is in Soda's POV again, but it will switch in later chapters to other people, so don't worry,
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders ~*~
(Soda's POV)
I rocked slightly back and forth, my little brother's hand in mine. His head was in my lap, and he had passed out cold after being released by the Soc that had held him up.
That goddamn Soc.
He escaped. He shouldn't have gotten away. He should have to suffer for what he did to Pony. But he didn't, he just ran. Because of me, he was able to run. I hadn't stopped him. I should have landed all over him like the Soc who beat on him in the rumble before Johnny and Dally died.
But I didn't stop him. I was too busy making sure Ponyboy was still alive. Darry and me are supposed to protect our little brother, and look what happened.
Pony was only fourteen, and had already seen more shit on the streets than most of the people in Tulsa. He had seen two of his buddies killed in one night. He had been in more fights than the fuzz. He had already been to court, and almost been charged with murder. He had lost both his parents on the same day less than a year ago.
Life wasn't fair. If it were, my sweet little brother Ponyboy wouldn't be fighting the Socs like this everyday. Heck, who had ever heard of a Greaser who dug sunsets? Pony could go somewhere if he wanted to, and that's more than most hoods could say. My little brother was something special.
Ponyboy looked like he had just gotten run over by a mustang. He was pale as a sheet, with bruises already forming all over his face and neck. He had a black eye that was swelling up, and a cut above his right eyebrow bled down into his reddish-brown roots. His neck had small slices from the knife, one The kid's white t-shirt was rusty brown from dried blood, most on the front coming from the slash across his chest but other from the deep at the bottom of his neck. Blood was still streaming down Pony's left shoulder from a deep cut, and bruises were forming up and down his arms. His breathing was shallow and uneven, and he was still shaking although unconscious.
Darry held his other hand, and knelt next to Pony and me. My older brother's forehead was creased with concern and worry, and he stroked Pony's bleached blonde hair that was dark at the roots. Just another happy memory of Windrixville.
TwoBit had gotten back right before Ponyboy fainted, and was playing with his new blue-handled switchblade. He might have seemed indifferent, but his face was slightly pale, and he kept glancing back at the kid to see how he was doing. Pony had told me once that TwoBit had said to him that the gang could get along without anyone but Johnny.
He was wrong.
If Pony...died, and it hurt me to admit that he could, Darry and I wouldn't be able to take it. Not our little brother as well as our parents. But if Darry and I were outa it, Steve would follow because he was my best buddy, and was almost part of the Curtis family anyway. And TwoBit would be the only one of the gang not depressed. That's not getting along pretty tuff.
Steve sat behind me, offering his support, even if he wasn't too hot on the kid. That's why he was my best buddy. He was always there, and I for him. We've been that way since we were little. He didn't like how I asked my brother to come along with us sometimes, and blamed it on Pony. But deep down he cared, but he wouldn't show it. Dammit, Pony's the deep one, not me.
Darry suddenly looked up into my eyes.
"We gotta leave the ally. We'll get trouble with the fuzz if they see all the Socs." He said quietly, gesturing around to the unconscious Socs lying in the dirt. Funny. I hadn't noticed them.
"Whose gunna pick up the kid?" I asked, annoyed at how weak my voice sounded. Getting all emotional wasn't exactly a tuff thing for a Greaser to do. I didn't want to let go of my little brother, now that it came to it. I was still feeling guilty about letting the bastard get away.
"I will." Darry whispered, eyes flicking to where the sound of sirens were coming in the distance.
He reached down and slipped one arm under his legs, and the other under his arms. Darrel slowly lifted Pony up, when I saw the blood.
There was a dark red stain all over my pants. Blood. Pony's blood. Blood was smearing on Darry's muscle shirt, as he brought Pony up against his chest.
As Ponyboy was bent at the waist as he was picked up, he cried out slightly in pain. Darry didn't even pause, but I know it wasn't outa cruelty.
"He's got broken ribs." Steve muttered from behind me. I remembered that Steve got three broken ribs in the rumble before the Johnny and Dally died.
Darry carried Pony out of the ally, and down the street. I followed, holding one of my little brother's limp hands. TwoBit slouched down next to Darry, cigarette hanging outa his mouth, and Steve had his hand on my shoulder.
We were quite the group.
"He's getting awfully big to be carried." I mumbled to Darry. I said the exact same thing when Darry carried Pony into the house from the truck.
"He's lost alota weight." My older brother said. Darry had a hint of a sad smile on his face.
Shit. I was goin' to start bawling soon.
It was true though, after the incident with the church, Pony started to eat less and walk into things more. The nightmares at night came back, and many nights I was sitting there trying to calm him down from the dreams he can't remember. My little brother had a good build for a fourteen year old, but he was getting skinny.
We'd have to stop TwoBit from eating all the cake before Pony woke up.
As us five hoods walked down the streets of the West side, the sirens kept getting louder and louder. Oh god. Late at night. The gang was over at our house like usual when the phone rang. I lunged over to pick it up just to beat Steve who was doing the same. Placing the receiver to my ear, I listened to the voice on the other line. "There's been an accident." I had yelled for Darry, and he had taken the phone from me. After Darry had gotten paler and paler, he hung up the phone and turned to us. "Mom and Dad are dead."
No. My brother would not die. I remembered the sirens from the hospital as they brought our parents in. Both dead. The sirens spooked me as they were signs that Pony could still die.
Pony would be ok. He had to be. I felt Steve squeeze my shoulder as the blaring ambulance stopped in front of us, and the paramedics ran out.
After taking my little brother from Darry, they asked if the family wanted to ride in the ambulance. They sure as hell weren't gunna stop me.
I glanced back over to TwoBit and Steve out on the sidewalk, but Steve yelled that they'd drive over.
The doors slammed, and an oxygen mask was placed over Pony's mouth. I had his hand again, and Darry had his other. The docs were yelling things back to one another, but I wasn't listening.
I was watching my brother's eyes slowly eyes open, his green eyes dark with pain.
~*~
Author's Note: Ta da! So? Did ya like it? Sorry, I tried not to leave a cliffy this time. It's sorta a half cliffy. Hopefully one you can live with. ^_~
Sorry, no cookies this time. I'm fresh out. * Shows how empty pockets are of cookies *
Luv ya all,
~Eh, Man