***A/N: lol, I guess I left you all hanging way too long, but now,
I've decided to update since Legofodopip has brought it to my attention, so
thank her for this chap.***
Zelda glared at her sister before turning to Tim for a better look. He was totally a greaser with a tall, lanky build, dark eyes, and a tanned face and black hair greased inot an Elvis look. Zelda snorted in distaste, Elvis was so out. She checked out the rest of the gang. They were a real gang wearing the same lean mean look and almost identical get up with their leather jackets, down to their black Converse.
"What do you want?" Zelda scowled.
"To see where all this racket is comin' from," Tim replied with a grin.
"Well," Yvonne replied with a sideways grin, "You've found us."
"Yeah," Zelda continued, "So beat it."
"Well," Tim laughed, "This chick's got spirit, I'm sure Curly'd like you, but he's in the slammer."
"Sorry," Zelda said dangerously, "I don't date convicts." She dropped to the ground and advanced on Tim.
"I think she means business," Tim laughed again.
"Zee---"
"-elda!"
Zelda turned back to her house where Yvonne was giving her a dirty look, but beyond that, at the very front of the house stood an open- mouthed, shocked, Darry.
Darry approached Tim, "This ain't your territory hood."
Tim gave him a sort of sideways grin, Tim knew better than to mess with Darry, he was after all Dally's friend, and Tim and Dally were sort of friends. "Whatever Curtis, let's clear out boys, apparently we're encroaching on Curtis territory and dwindling the gang's choice of chicks."
Darry went to take a swing at the black eyed smart alec, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him, and from another angle, a random fist socked Shepard right in the eye, "Explain to the boys how you got that," Zelda hissed while Yvonne led Darry away.
Tim and his boys retreated, their pride a little shaken because a girl had taken a swing at their leader.
When Zelda reached the back door her sister pulled her inside, "What the hell were you thinking Zee? You've really got to learn to control your temper, we're not in Maine, not everyone here is out to kill us. Your fighting is going to get you in some serious trouble, and I won't be able to help you."
Darry listened rather nonchalantly pretending not to hear.
Yvonne turned back to her guest, "Sorry bout that, Zee's got an anger management problem."
"I don't have problem managing my anger, I get it out safely, it's the anger in general I have a problem with."
Darry grinned, "Safe to you maybe, but not to those you exert your management on."
Zelda let out a snort of disgust, it was her job to confuse people, and yet, Darry could read her so well. "I'm going for a walk, take care of yourselves, I don't want to come back and find you guys making out in the living room or something, there's only so much I can take, I do have a breaking point you know."
Darry and Yvonne blushed slightly, but Zelda pretended not to notice, and left by means of the front door trying to decide where to go since she didn't know the town all that well.
The sun was setting as she passed by the park, and the swings looked tempting, Zelda couldn't remember the last time she had ridden on a swing and smiled, it had been a long time since she had smiled so it was worth a ride. After the sun set it got dark real fast, and Zelda soon found herself facing darkness and decided it was time to go home, just as an eerie fog decided to roll in, that kind of fog you see in horror movies that reflects the irredescent light of the moon. The moon, to add to the creepiness of the moment was close to being full. Zelda's imagination soon got the best of her, and she began to scare herself, not wanting to risk walking home for the fear of getting jumped.
Just as Zelda made the decision to risk the walk, a pair of headlights sliced through the eerie fog and Zelda grinned, trying to flag it down. The car slowed and by the light of the moon, Zelda could see the model and the color, it was a red Corvair. She gasped, but it was too late, all the doors opened and a few guys filed out, the majority of them looked drunk.
"Hey baby, what you doin' out on a night like this, ain't you scared?" One of them drawled drunkenly.
"Of what," Zelda retorted, she was scared shitless, but her anger for the guys who rode in the stalker Corvair dissolved the fear.
"Of getting jumped." The scary thing about that voice was that its owner sounded sober, so it meant someone was still in their right mind, but they were going to...
"Hell no," Zelda shrugged, "I can hold my own."
"Against how many?" The sober voice asked.
"As many as you throw."
As if on cue more guys filed out of the car, more guys than it seemed possible that could fit in a Corvair.
Zelda raised an eyebrow, but her eyes darkened and her expression turned emotionless, "What do you want?"
"What any decent guy wants?"
"I wouldn't think of myself as decent if I was you guys," Zelda retorted.
"Well what any guy wants from a hot Greaser chick." Some one finalized.
"Sorry to disappoint you guys, but I ain't that easy."
The guys started for her and Zelda broke out into a full sprint in the opposite direction, some followed while a few others laughed. A sudden pain in the back of her head caused her step to stumble, and as she fell, Zelda saw a baseball roll away. 'This is a bad way to go down,' Zelda thought to herself drowsily, but then she heard that noise she had heard since the Corvair had started following her, twigs breaking every so often, and a swish of what sounded to be leather. Zelda laughed to herself, 'I really must be losing it,' she thought, 'hearing things others cannot, and I'm the one about to go unconscious with impaired hearing.'
Her body was grabbed roughly by someone and the stench of liquor assailed her nostrils, the belt a friend had given her back home started to come off when the guy holding her, lost his balance? She could feel him fall as she tried to free herself from him, but she could hardly see the cause of his demise. Zelda's land on the grass was not a pleasant one, the instant her head touched down, everything went black for sure, and all her pain was gone.
Zelda glared at her sister before turning to Tim for a better look. He was totally a greaser with a tall, lanky build, dark eyes, and a tanned face and black hair greased inot an Elvis look. Zelda snorted in distaste, Elvis was so out. She checked out the rest of the gang. They were a real gang wearing the same lean mean look and almost identical get up with their leather jackets, down to their black Converse.
"What do you want?" Zelda scowled.
"To see where all this racket is comin' from," Tim replied with a grin.
"Well," Yvonne replied with a sideways grin, "You've found us."
"Yeah," Zelda continued, "So beat it."
"Well," Tim laughed, "This chick's got spirit, I'm sure Curly'd like you, but he's in the slammer."
"Sorry," Zelda said dangerously, "I don't date convicts." She dropped to the ground and advanced on Tim.
"I think she means business," Tim laughed again.
"Zee---"
"-elda!"
Zelda turned back to her house where Yvonne was giving her a dirty look, but beyond that, at the very front of the house stood an open- mouthed, shocked, Darry.
Darry approached Tim, "This ain't your territory hood."
Tim gave him a sort of sideways grin, Tim knew better than to mess with Darry, he was after all Dally's friend, and Tim and Dally were sort of friends. "Whatever Curtis, let's clear out boys, apparently we're encroaching on Curtis territory and dwindling the gang's choice of chicks."
Darry went to take a swing at the black eyed smart alec, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him, and from another angle, a random fist socked Shepard right in the eye, "Explain to the boys how you got that," Zelda hissed while Yvonne led Darry away.
Tim and his boys retreated, their pride a little shaken because a girl had taken a swing at their leader.
When Zelda reached the back door her sister pulled her inside, "What the hell were you thinking Zee? You've really got to learn to control your temper, we're not in Maine, not everyone here is out to kill us. Your fighting is going to get you in some serious trouble, and I won't be able to help you."
Darry listened rather nonchalantly pretending not to hear.
Yvonne turned back to her guest, "Sorry bout that, Zee's got an anger management problem."
"I don't have problem managing my anger, I get it out safely, it's the anger in general I have a problem with."
Darry grinned, "Safe to you maybe, but not to those you exert your management on."
Zelda let out a snort of disgust, it was her job to confuse people, and yet, Darry could read her so well. "I'm going for a walk, take care of yourselves, I don't want to come back and find you guys making out in the living room or something, there's only so much I can take, I do have a breaking point you know."
Darry and Yvonne blushed slightly, but Zelda pretended not to notice, and left by means of the front door trying to decide where to go since she didn't know the town all that well.
The sun was setting as she passed by the park, and the swings looked tempting, Zelda couldn't remember the last time she had ridden on a swing and smiled, it had been a long time since she had smiled so it was worth a ride. After the sun set it got dark real fast, and Zelda soon found herself facing darkness and decided it was time to go home, just as an eerie fog decided to roll in, that kind of fog you see in horror movies that reflects the irredescent light of the moon. The moon, to add to the creepiness of the moment was close to being full. Zelda's imagination soon got the best of her, and she began to scare herself, not wanting to risk walking home for the fear of getting jumped.
Just as Zelda made the decision to risk the walk, a pair of headlights sliced through the eerie fog and Zelda grinned, trying to flag it down. The car slowed and by the light of the moon, Zelda could see the model and the color, it was a red Corvair. She gasped, but it was too late, all the doors opened and a few guys filed out, the majority of them looked drunk.
"Hey baby, what you doin' out on a night like this, ain't you scared?" One of them drawled drunkenly.
"Of what," Zelda retorted, she was scared shitless, but her anger for the guys who rode in the stalker Corvair dissolved the fear.
"Of getting jumped." The scary thing about that voice was that its owner sounded sober, so it meant someone was still in their right mind, but they were going to...
"Hell no," Zelda shrugged, "I can hold my own."
"Against how many?" The sober voice asked.
"As many as you throw."
As if on cue more guys filed out of the car, more guys than it seemed possible that could fit in a Corvair.
Zelda raised an eyebrow, but her eyes darkened and her expression turned emotionless, "What do you want?"
"What any decent guy wants?"
"I wouldn't think of myself as decent if I was you guys," Zelda retorted.
"Well what any guy wants from a hot Greaser chick." Some one finalized.
"Sorry to disappoint you guys, but I ain't that easy."
The guys started for her and Zelda broke out into a full sprint in the opposite direction, some followed while a few others laughed. A sudden pain in the back of her head caused her step to stumble, and as she fell, Zelda saw a baseball roll away. 'This is a bad way to go down,' Zelda thought to herself drowsily, but then she heard that noise she had heard since the Corvair had started following her, twigs breaking every so often, and a swish of what sounded to be leather. Zelda laughed to herself, 'I really must be losing it,' she thought, 'hearing things others cannot, and I'm the one about to go unconscious with impaired hearing.'
Her body was grabbed roughly by someone and the stench of liquor assailed her nostrils, the belt a friend had given her back home started to come off when the guy holding her, lost his balance? She could feel him fall as she tried to free herself from him, but she could hardly see the cause of his demise. Zelda's land on the grass was not a pleasant one, the instant her head touched down, everything went black for sure, and all her pain was gone.