***A/N: Hey all, its been awhile hasn't it, well my lack of updates here
are simply because I live over at fictionpress these days. But because
Legofodopip is so great, I decided to update with this bit of a chapter I
found, and I fixed the parts I said wrong, lol I typed this late at night,
and after awhile Dally and Darry start to look like the same.***
Zelda came to inside a shabby house. The room was drab with insulation for walls. She was awakened by the steady drip of a faucet, too much smoke in the air, and pain-everywhere on her body.
When the sleepiness went away and her senses broadened, she took in her surroundings and began to think, mostly of a way out. She was covered in blankets. The rugged blonde shook them off and came to the conclusion she was on a bed. Recalling the fight and the sketchy hoods, she rolled out of the bed and landed on the floor with a hollow sounding thud, and a small yelp of pain. Two guys instantly tumbled into the room, as if they had been waiting for Zelda to wake up.
She checked them out as she reached for her switchblade, both were nicely built guys, with the strut of a rodeo rider, the ones her and Vonn had often gone to see in the Portland Civic Center. The only problem with riders was that they were older than they looked and acted. They were strong, drunks, and in most cases, stupid, like falling off the bronco or getting gored by a bull had caused them to lose all their sense.
The one dressed in black leather, looking more like a hood than a rider had bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He grinned at her, "Hey Buck, she's up."
Zelda couldn't help but think, um duh, riders are about as stupid as they make them sound.
The guy sporting the cowboy hat grinned back, "Yeah, we'd best get her cleaned up, fed, and out of here." They started towards Zelda, "And find her some clothes too."
Zelda looked down at herself, she was still wearing cuffed jeans, combat boots, and a black shirt, the shirt was in a bad way, and the pants were heading in that direction. "Where's my jacket?" She asked her voice rough.
"She speaks!" The blonde laughed, amused.
"Damn right I speak punk. My clothes are fine, but where's my jacket?"
The guys stopped just in front of her. "It's out front," the blonde said. "But I think we got off on the wrong foot---"
"Oh, is that the problem?" Zelda asked her temper rising, she was not impressed with how the situation was going. She liked to be in control of things, and so far she didn't know where she was, who these guys were, or what she was doing here. "In that case you got two wrong feet, and damn ugly shoes." (**Sorry had to add the bit from Erin Brockovich**)
Both the guys laughed lightly, this girl was funny, acting all tough in a situation she could not control. They only succeeded in pissing Zelda off more. "I'm Dally," the blond said and jerked a thumb towards his friend. "And that's Buck."
Buck tipped his hat. "That much I gathered," Zelda stated climbing to her feet. "Where's my jacket, I need to hit it out of here." The unsteady girl pushed her way past the boys and made her way to the door. Pain was etched into her every body movement. "Why do I feel like I got hit with a 2x4?" She asked in a pain stricken voice as she tried to stay on her feet and open the door.
The sound of scraping chairs and people standing up tweaked Zelda's nerves, giving her a headache. "Because," said a voice that seemed somewhat familiar, "In a sense, you did."
Zelda squinted through the bright light that illuminated the room and saw ten to twenty bodies standing tall. The one in the front had spoken, why did he seem familiar?
He was a scruffy looking fellow, unsure of what to expect, he peered questioningly past her to the two guys. They shrugged and urged him to get her to talk. He started out cautious. Last time they had met she had given him a mean black eye. "So uh, what's your name?" He asked, he couldn't remember for the life of him what her name was, and it had been a very odd name too.
"None of your damn business." Zelda growled and tumbled around the room looking for her jacket, she had to get out of here, there were too many guys, cloudy thoughts filled her brain. She needed the jacket so she could leave, she didn't like all the attention she was being given, she didn't like all the guys in the room, she could smell they were hoods.
"What were you doing on the other side of the river? That's dangerous territory for a girl."
"Yeah, so, I'm new, and stupid, and right now, I have a killer headache so will you all stop hiding my damn jacket and give it to me!" She yelled. The guys shuffled their feet, none of them looked to have it. Zelda growled.
"Well you were lucky that we had a rumble with the Tigers last might cuz if we hadn't who know what would have happened to ya." The leader continued.
Zelda knew who he was, maybe if her head didn't hurt so damn much she could figure out who it was. Pride made it impossible for her to ask. "So am I on the right side of the river now?" That was one of the few things she remembered, was being seemingly on the wrong side of the river. Zelda didn't even know there was a river in Tulsa.
"Well that depends on what side you started on." The guys laughed softly.
"Don't fuck with me kid, I don't need it." She paused after realizing she couldn't remember. "I don't remember. I remember, leaving Maine, Philly," Zelda gasped as the pictures she had been trying to forget flew in front of her eyes. "Coming here, building on our house, the DX, beating up Steve.." Zelda trailed off as the insaneness of the crime she had committed finally hit her full force. "Darry just made me so mad, I just." She fell to the floor, unaware that everyone was watching her as the young teen experienced her mental breakdown.
The leader finally remembered, this was the girl that was the sister of that hot chick that had been building on their shack, the one who was friends with Darry, this was the girl that had punched him. No time for that now, she was breaking to pieces, he would get revenge later. Her name, what was it? Zelda! "Zelda, it's me Tim."
"Tim, Tim," she murmured, then laughed, "That kid." she trailed off again, her eyes glazed over, thinking, lost in age old memories.
"Hey, we gotta get you home, Darry's gonna be lookin' for ya, your sister is his friend after all, he's gonna hunt us down."
The instant he said Darry she recoiled. "Darry's the devil," she growled.
"I feel the same way kid, but if Darry finds out you're here with us he'll come after my gang and we can't have that. He's pretty dangerous when he's emotional."
"So am I," she murmured so barely even Tim could hear, "But they don't want me home. Not after what I did. I need to hide from them."
"Dally, help me out here." Tim said. Dally came over and the two of them hoisted Zelda to her feet. They gave her her jacket and started to walk her outside.
"Where are we going?" She asked wearily.
"The Curtises."
"No."
"Kid if we don't bring you back there's gonna be hell ta pay."
"Pretend you don't know where I am, lie, be good Greasers."
"Kid you're Curtis Territory. I'm risking my gang helping you out. Dally here's friends with them boys."
Zelda turned to Dally and looked him over once more. "Let's just get one thing straight, I ain't nobody's territory. I'm my own person. My sister may have lost her sanity as well as her identity, but I am still my own girl. I just need a place to stay Dal, to sort out things, you won't even realize I'm here. You won't be goin' against nothin' I'll still be with the Curtis gang, indirectly, if you're worried about risking his wrath. There was a rumble at the Curtis house, and I need to rest up so I can fight that prick, before he takes my sister."
Dally grinned and they led the girl back into Buck's house. "Your sister is one popular chick. Tim's been ravin' about her since I got out, and he was pissed that she was already claimed Curtis territory, I might risk a fight with the man myself if she's that hot a ticket."
"You try it I'll kick your ass." Zelda whispered faintly. She could feel her word going black again.
"She means what she says, you shoulda seen what she did to one Steve Randle.." That sounded like Johnny, and it was the last thing Zelda heard before slipping into unconsciousness again.
Zelda came to inside a shabby house. The room was drab with insulation for walls. She was awakened by the steady drip of a faucet, too much smoke in the air, and pain-everywhere on her body.
When the sleepiness went away and her senses broadened, she took in her surroundings and began to think, mostly of a way out. She was covered in blankets. The rugged blonde shook them off and came to the conclusion she was on a bed. Recalling the fight and the sketchy hoods, she rolled out of the bed and landed on the floor with a hollow sounding thud, and a small yelp of pain. Two guys instantly tumbled into the room, as if they had been waiting for Zelda to wake up.
She checked them out as she reached for her switchblade, both were nicely built guys, with the strut of a rodeo rider, the ones her and Vonn had often gone to see in the Portland Civic Center. The only problem with riders was that they were older than they looked and acted. They were strong, drunks, and in most cases, stupid, like falling off the bronco or getting gored by a bull had caused them to lose all their sense.
The one dressed in black leather, looking more like a hood than a rider had bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He grinned at her, "Hey Buck, she's up."
Zelda couldn't help but think, um duh, riders are about as stupid as they make them sound.
The guy sporting the cowboy hat grinned back, "Yeah, we'd best get her cleaned up, fed, and out of here." They started towards Zelda, "And find her some clothes too."
Zelda looked down at herself, she was still wearing cuffed jeans, combat boots, and a black shirt, the shirt was in a bad way, and the pants were heading in that direction. "Where's my jacket?" She asked her voice rough.
"She speaks!" The blonde laughed, amused.
"Damn right I speak punk. My clothes are fine, but where's my jacket?"
The guys stopped just in front of her. "It's out front," the blonde said. "But I think we got off on the wrong foot---"
"Oh, is that the problem?" Zelda asked her temper rising, she was not impressed with how the situation was going. She liked to be in control of things, and so far she didn't know where she was, who these guys were, or what she was doing here. "In that case you got two wrong feet, and damn ugly shoes." (**Sorry had to add the bit from Erin Brockovich**)
Both the guys laughed lightly, this girl was funny, acting all tough in a situation she could not control. They only succeeded in pissing Zelda off more. "I'm Dally," the blond said and jerked a thumb towards his friend. "And that's Buck."
Buck tipped his hat. "That much I gathered," Zelda stated climbing to her feet. "Where's my jacket, I need to hit it out of here." The unsteady girl pushed her way past the boys and made her way to the door. Pain was etched into her every body movement. "Why do I feel like I got hit with a 2x4?" She asked in a pain stricken voice as she tried to stay on her feet and open the door.
The sound of scraping chairs and people standing up tweaked Zelda's nerves, giving her a headache. "Because," said a voice that seemed somewhat familiar, "In a sense, you did."
Zelda squinted through the bright light that illuminated the room and saw ten to twenty bodies standing tall. The one in the front had spoken, why did he seem familiar?
He was a scruffy looking fellow, unsure of what to expect, he peered questioningly past her to the two guys. They shrugged and urged him to get her to talk. He started out cautious. Last time they had met she had given him a mean black eye. "So uh, what's your name?" He asked, he couldn't remember for the life of him what her name was, and it had been a very odd name too.
"None of your damn business." Zelda growled and tumbled around the room looking for her jacket, she had to get out of here, there were too many guys, cloudy thoughts filled her brain. She needed the jacket so she could leave, she didn't like all the attention she was being given, she didn't like all the guys in the room, she could smell they were hoods.
"What were you doing on the other side of the river? That's dangerous territory for a girl."
"Yeah, so, I'm new, and stupid, and right now, I have a killer headache so will you all stop hiding my damn jacket and give it to me!" She yelled. The guys shuffled their feet, none of them looked to have it. Zelda growled.
"Well you were lucky that we had a rumble with the Tigers last might cuz if we hadn't who know what would have happened to ya." The leader continued.
Zelda knew who he was, maybe if her head didn't hurt so damn much she could figure out who it was. Pride made it impossible for her to ask. "So am I on the right side of the river now?" That was one of the few things she remembered, was being seemingly on the wrong side of the river. Zelda didn't even know there was a river in Tulsa.
"Well that depends on what side you started on." The guys laughed softly.
"Don't fuck with me kid, I don't need it." She paused after realizing she couldn't remember. "I don't remember. I remember, leaving Maine, Philly," Zelda gasped as the pictures she had been trying to forget flew in front of her eyes. "Coming here, building on our house, the DX, beating up Steve.." Zelda trailed off as the insaneness of the crime she had committed finally hit her full force. "Darry just made me so mad, I just." She fell to the floor, unaware that everyone was watching her as the young teen experienced her mental breakdown.
The leader finally remembered, this was the girl that was the sister of that hot chick that had been building on their shack, the one who was friends with Darry, this was the girl that had punched him. No time for that now, she was breaking to pieces, he would get revenge later. Her name, what was it? Zelda! "Zelda, it's me Tim."
"Tim, Tim," she murmured, then laughed, "That kid." she trailed off again, her eyes glazed over, thinking, lost in age old memories.
"Hey, we gotta get you home, Darry's gonna be lookin' for ya, your sister is his friend after all, he's gonna hunt us down."
The instant he said Darry she recoiled. "Darry's the devil," she growled.
"I feel the same way kid, but if Darry finds out you're here with us he'll come after my gang and we can't have that. He's pretty dangerous when he's emotional."
"So am I," she murmured so barely even Tim could hear, "But they don't want me home. Not after what I did. I need to hide from them."
"Dally, help me out here." Tim said. Dally came over and the two of them hoisted Zelda to her feet. They gave her her jacket and started to walk her outside.
"Where are we going?" She asked wearily.
"The Curtises."
"No."
"Kid if we don't bring you back there's gonna be hell ta pay."
"Pretend you don't know where I am, lie, be good Greasers."
"Kid you're Curtis Territory. I'm risking my gang helping you out. Dally here's friends with them boys."
Zelda turned to Dally and looked him over once more. "Let's just get one thing straight, I ain't nobody's territory. I'm my own person. My sister may have lost her sanity as well as her identity, but I am still my own girl. I just need a place to stay Dal, to sort out things, you won't even realize I'm here. You won't be goin' against nothin' I'll still be with the Curtis gang, indirectly, if you're worried about risking his wrath. There was a rumble at the Curtis house, and I need to rest up so I can fight that prick, before he takes my sister."
Dally grinned and they led the girl back into Buck's house. "Your sister is one popular chick. Tim's been ravin' about her since I got out, and he was pissed that she was already claimed Curtis territory, I might risk a fight with the man myself if she's that hot a ticket."
"You try it I'll kick your ass." Zelda whispered faintly. She could feel her word going black again.
"She means what she says, you shoulda seen what she did to one Steve Randle.." That sounded like Johnny, and it was the last thing Zelda heard before slipping into unconsciousness again.