***A/N: Alright, it's my story so the stalker is my man. But
actually, he's really Ms. Hinton's so we'll leave it up to her to decide.
Besides, you get him in the other story, so it's only fair. Plus I'm
older, so I'm pulling rank. Actually Stevie, I'm just delaying so I can
think of what I was going to write, I figured that I should update, this
story was getting close to being at the bottom of the list.***
Yvonne gasped and what's worse was that Darry tried to comfort her. Zelda wanted to leap on the sofa and beat him like she had done to Steve, but the look on Yvonne's face when she turned to face Zee was deadly enough to make Zelda hone in on the more serious problem at hand. Yvonne was thoroughly pissed off, at Zelda? That made no sense.
"What happened?" Darry asked in his fatherly tone.
Yvonne glared at her little sister, she knew the handiwork that covered this boy's body. "I know who did this," Yvonne said with an anger and conviction that made all the boys turn towards her.
Zelda cringed and started for the door. "Stop right there Zelda Maella Murphy." Yvonne's voice was deadly, and was deadlier because she had used Zelda's middle name.
Normally Two bit would laugh at a name like that, but Yvonne's attitude had caused everyone in the room to freeze.
"Why Zee?" She asked, her voice painfully weak, "Why did you do it?"
"You?" A million people seemed to ask at the same time all in disbelief, "wow, I had no idea a girl could pack a punch like that." Someone else said, the world seemed to spin around Zelda and the voices became distorted.
"Only Zelda, after lots of incidents and lots of practice." Yvonne seemed to have regained her composure and sounded hurt. "Zee, do you realize what you might have done?"
"But I didn't.the kid.the kid came." Zelda tried to defend herself, she had done everything all wrong.
"What kid?" Pony asked.
"Johnny," Steve gurgled from his spot on the floor.
"That's impossible, Johnny's dead," Pony moaned.
The gang was preoccupied with the Johnny kid, but Yvonne was not, and she took the chance to yell at her sister. "You." She growled, "Do you know.why.what if.?" Yvonne seemed incapable of forming sentences. Finally she managed to get one out. "You could have killed him Zelda, like you almost did that other kid back home. It would be all your fault. He didn't deserve this Zee, they don't deserve this, you are capable of killing someone Zelda." Yvonne's voice raised to an unnaturally high pitch.
Zelda was frightened and fuming as thousands of bad memories flooded her mind, they had promised each other they would never talk about that kid. But now, Yvonne had opened the floodgate, and she was overwhelmed with flashbacks of everything. The scar on her sister's neck only made things worse. Yvonne seemed to be saying the same uncomprehendalbe things over and over and Zelda had had enough. "Don't you want to know why Vonn? You of all people should want to know why! You lived through the unspeakable, and I saved your ass, and now you are throwing me awa for another guy, I wanted to remind you..remind you of what happened last time.." Zelda realized then that most of her words came out as jibberish because she was crying so hard. "I wanted you to see!" with her last statement Zelda ran out the front door and had no idea where she would go, she was running blind, with no intention of going anywhere, and no idea where she was.
When she finally came to her senses, Zelda realized she was on a street worse than her own, and she had somehow crossed a river? There was definitely a river behind her. She had cried herself out, and now realized she had just done the stupidest thing ever. She had no idea where she was. But she had to find out, so she flicked up her collar Elvis style and strutted down the street where she spotted a group of guys hanging out. She knew it was a bad idea to approach them, but she could beat them off or outrun them. Or at least she thought so. There were a lot of them, and she had already exhausted hre fighting and running powers. She was living on adrenaline now.
"Hey," she called gruffly, trying to use a boyish tone. Her hair and voice always worked to her advantage to disguise her, it was always her breasts that gave her the problem.
The group looked up "Beat it punk, there's gonna be a fight, and you don't need to be in it."
Zelda looked each one of them in the eye as best she could, but realized she did not know any of them. There sure were a lot of gangs in Tulsa. Her third one in counting. "Who you fightin?"
The leader stared her down, "No one you know, so beat it kid."
"Can I just ask where the hell I am?" She asked.
The leader looked at her real hard and laughed, "why you lost?"
"Yeah, got a problem with it?"
"Yeah, you're in our territory."
"So?"
"So, all guys we don't like we get to beat up, and let die, and all girls we get to do what ever. Any questions?"
"Yeah, two. Which way is out?"
The guy pointed.
"And didn't you all have a rumble?"
The guys laughed and moved into the light of the street lamp, they were all tall, dark, lean, and very scary. "Not anymore."
Zelda booked it in the direction the kid had pointed but it was no use. Her adrenaline had given out, and there were some speedy little devils on her tail that tackled her and threw her to the ground. Zelda felt around for her knife and whipped it out. She sliced the first guy on his wrist to reduce the amount of grabby hands so she could stand up and wait for the rest of the gang to catch up. In the meantime, she got out her other knife, and wielded them both dangerously, endangering any extremities that ventured to close. In Zelda's insane onslaught, a valve had opened that had not been opened since the Murphy sisters had spent some time in Philly and got jumped almost every week by a different gang.
The guys laughed as they circled her, and she knew there was no way out of this unless someone burst onto the scene immediately. But by the number in the gang, it couldn't just be her stalker, Johnny, it had to be a lot of somebodys.
Just then someone did burst onto the scene there were a lot of them too, and Zelda was thankful. Had Yvonne chased her down? Zelda knew, as her body was trampled by the two gangs mingling that that was not the case. Yvonne would not chase her sister down if her life depended on it. The look Yvonne had given Zelda had near damned her to Hell, the kind of look their parents had given them, the kind of look Zelda had hoped never to see again, the kind she did not intend on seeing again if she made it out of this fight alive. That was the last thing she thought about as a kick in the head knocked her out, and her body got dragged off the scene.
Yvonne gasped and what's worse was that Darry tried to comfort her. Zelda wanted to leap on the sofa and beat him like she had done to Steve, but the look on Yvonne's face when she turned to face Zee was deadly enough to make Zelda hone in on the more serious problem at hand. Yvonne was thoroughly pissed off, at Zelda? That made no sense.
"What happened?" Darry asked in his fatherly tone.
Yvonne glared at her little sister, she knew the handiwork that covered this boy's body. "I know who did this," Yvonne said with an anger and conviction that made all the boys turn towards her.
Zelda cringed and started for the door. "Stop right there Zelda Maella Murphy." Yvonne's voice was deadly, and was deadlier because she had used Zelda's middle name.
Normally Two bit would laugh at a name like that, but Yvonne's attitude had caused everyone in the room to freeze.
"Why Zee?" She asked, her voice painfully weak, "Why did you do it?"
"You?" A million people seemed to ask at the same time all in disbelief, "wow, I had no idea a girl could pack a punch like that." Someone else said, the world seemed to spin around Zelda and the voices became distorted.
"Only Zelda, after lots of incidents and lots of practice." Yvonne seemed to have regained her composure and sounded hurt. "Zee, do you realize what you might have done?"
"But I didn't.the kid.the kid came." Zelda tried to defend herself, she had done everything all wrong.
"What kid?" Pony asked.
"Johnny," Steve gurgled from his spot on the floor.
"That's impossible, Johnny's dead," Pony moaned.
The gang was preoccupied with the Johnny kid, but Yvonne was not, and she took the chance to yell at her sister. "You." She growled, "Do you know.why.what if.?" Yvonne seemed incapable of forming sentences. Finally she managed to get one out. "You could have killed him Zelda, like you almost did that other kid back home. It would be all your fault. He didn't deserve this Zee, they don't deserve this, you are capable of killing someone Zelda." Yvonne's voice raised to an unnaturally high pitch.
Zelda was frightened and fuming as thousands of bad memories flooded her mind, they had promised each other they would never talk about that kid. But now, Yvonne had opened the floodgate, and she was overwhelmed with flashbacks of everything. The scar on her sister's neck only made things worse. Yvonne seemed to be saying the same uncomprehendalbe things over and over and Zelda had had enough. "Don't you want to know why Vonn? You of all people should want to know why! You lived through the unspeakable, and I saved your ass, and now you are throwing me awa for another guy, I wanted to remind you..remind you of what happened last time.." Zelda realized then that most of her words came out as jibberish because she was crying so hard. "I wanted you to see!" with her last statement Zelda ran out the front door and had no idea where she would go, she was running blind, with no intention of going anywhere, and no idea where she was.
When she finally came to her senses, Zelda realized she was on a street worse than her own, and she had somehow crossed a river? There was definitely a river behind her. She had cried herself out, and now realized she had just done the stupidest thing ever. She had no idea where she was. But she had to find out, so she flicked up her collar Elvis style and strutted down the street where she spotted a group of guys hanging out. She knew it was a bad idea to approach them, but she could beat them off or outrun them. Or at least she thought so. There were a lot of them, and she had already exhausted hre fighting and running powers. She was living on adrenaline now.
"Hey," she called gruffly, trying to use a boyish tone. Her hair and voice always worked to her advantage to disguise her, it was always her breasts that gave her the problem.
The group looked up "Beat it punk, there's gonna be a fight, and you don't need to be in it."
Zelda looked each one of them in the eye as best she could, but realized she did not know any of them. There sure were a lot of gangs in Tulsa. Her third one in counting. "Who you fightin?"
The leader stared her down, "No one you know, so beat it kid."
"Can I just ask where the hell I am?" She asked.
The leader looked at her real hard and laughed, "why you lost?"
"Yeah, got a problem with it?"
"Yeah, you're in our territory."
"So?"
"So, all guys we don't like we get to beat up, and let die, and all girls we get to do what ever. Any questions?"
"Yeah, two. Which way is out?"
The guy pointed.
"And didn't you all have a rumble?"
The guys laughed and moved into the light of the street lamp, they were all tall, dark, lean, and very scary. "Not anymore."
Zelda booked it in the direction the kid had pointed but it was no use. Her adrenaline had given out, and there were some speedy little devils on her tail that tackled her and threw her to the ground. Zelda felt around for her knife and whipped it out. She sliced the first guy on his wrist to reduce the amount of grabby hands so she could stand up and wait for the rest of the gang to catch up. In the meantime, she got out her other knife, and wielded them both dangerously, endangering any extremities that ventured to close. In Zelda's insane onslaught, a valve had opened that had not been opened since the Murphy sisters had spent some time in Philly and got jumped almost every week by a different gang.
The guys laughed as they circled her, and she knew there was no way out of this unless someone burst onto the scene immediately. But by the number in the gang, it couldn't just be her stalker, Johnny, it had to be a lot of somebodys.
Just then someone did burst onto the scene there were a lot of them too, and Zelda was thankful. Had Yvonne chased her down? Zelda knew, as her body was trampled by the two gangs mingling that that was not the case. Yvonne would not chase her sister down if her life depended on it. The look Yvonne had given Zelda had near damned her to Hell, the kind of look their parents had given them, the kind of look Zelda had hoped never to see again, the kind she did not intend on seeing again if she made it out of this fight alive. That was the last thing she thought about as a kick in the head knocked her out, and her body got dragged off the scene.