Ponyboy: Here We Go Again

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            It was a wolf. There was a huge wolf with sharp as razor teeth and eyes that seemed to say 'I'm going to eat you and there's nothing you can do about it!'. I tried to stay calm so that maybe Steve wouldn't panic and get us out of there, but I had no such luck. When I told Steve not to turn around, he naturally turned around. I heard his breath get caught in his throat and he choked on a gasp, which would have been funny if we weren't under the circumstances we were under.

            "Pony…" Steve whispered with shakiness in his voice. He sounded terrified, which was something that I hadn't seen in Steve for a really long time.

            "Yeah?" I barely managed to get out. There was a lump in my throat the size of Canada and I was afraid that if I said too much, I would start crying, which apparently Greasers don't do. But I had already proved that theory incorrect up in Windrixville.

            "On three," Steve was saying in a low, somewhat comforting voice, "we run. Okay?"

            "'Kay…"

            "One, two…THREE!!" he jumped up and ran. I followed suit, but I had forgotten about my bad leg. As soon as I stood up, though, I was reminded.

            "OW!!!" I screamed out in pain. Steve turned around to see what the problem was, but the wolf was getting near me and he didn't want to hurt both of us. At least I think that's what he was thinking.

            "Pony, don't move," Steve warned me in a low undertone.

            "But…it hurts, Steve!!" I screamed, not moving a muscle.

            "Ponyboy, I'm serious. If you want to live, please don't move a muscle."

            "Why would you care? I would think you of all people would be happy if I died."

            "I care," he looked at me, surprised, "It's just…I-I'm not very good at controlling my anger. And you're a pretty easy target so you're always the one that I yell at," he admitted. I breathed shallowly for a minute, scared of the wolf and confused by Steve's words.

            "Well, I guess I don't really hate you," I confessed quietly, "Well I did for a bit, but when we came onto this trip, I don't know…I guess I realized how stupid this thing really is."

            "When you were lost, I realized how much it really means to me that you stay alive. Our gang is going down in numbers, slowly. I just didn't want it to happen to us anymore. We've been through tons of shit already, you know?"

            "Yeah, I understand," I paused, remembering the wolf, "I really hate to be a moment breaker, Steve, but what about this wolf?" I shifted a little bit uncomfortablely.

Steve smiled a bit, "Right. On the count of three, I'm going to pull you out from under there and I'm gonna carry you all the way, okay?"

            "Yeah, okay," I bit my lip nervously. What if it didn't work? What if I got even more hurt? What if the world bit one of us? Steve must have sensed my discomfort because he sent me a grin, "Don't worry, Pony. Just think about this. We'll be home and with Soda and Darry and Two-Bit soon, right? We ain't gonna make them worry too much. We're gonna get through this." I nodded and whispered, "Count, quick."

            "Okay, one…two…three!" In one swift motion, Steve scooped me up into his arms and started to run. But not before I noticed that there were bit marks on his arm. It must have been the adrenaline because he didn't flinch or anything. We ran a few more steps before the wolf started coming after us for some reason. It was really strange because usually, wolves didn't attack without reason and neither of us had really invaded their property.

            "Steve, it's catching up! Hurry!!" I screamed. Steve picked up the pace, but he wasn't much of a runner in many ways. He wasn't breathing correctly and his strides were too long. I didn't blame him though. I probably would have just stood there and screamed if I were him. Suddenly, I felt a jolt as I was thrown out of Steve's arms. The wolf had pounced onto Steve and sent both of us flying.

            "STEVE!!!" The world was trying his best to get onto of Steve, but he was putting up a pretty good fight.

            "Pony, run!"

            "But-"

            "RUN! GET HELP, QUICK!!!!" I nodded and starting limping as fast as I possibly could. Soon, I started out in a dead out run, despite the fact that my legs were in excruciating pain. There was a look of pure fear on Steve's face when he told me to go get help. A look that I had never seen on Steve Randle's face was now plastered in my mind and would be forever more. I didn't get very far before I heard a terrifying scream. Looking back, I saw Steve rolling down a mound of snow, never knowing when he'd stop. My first impulse was to go after him and see if he was okay, but the wolf turned dangerously towards me. I gulped and moved back. What was I supposed to do now? I was a sitting duck. But I wasn't. For one horrid moment, the wolf stared me in the eye as if he knew something I didn't. Like he knew I was already hurting and was trying to tell me something. I tried to tell myself I was going crazy, but the signs were there and I felt it. Finally, the wolf looked in the other direction as if to say, "Go show him everything beautiful in this world, make him see." And then he pranced away. I sat there, shocked and paralyzed with fear at the same time. But I soon broke out of that trance and started running, really running, towards Steve. He had to be okay, right? RIGHT?

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