Author's Note: Okay, I'm really happy with this story, a lot more than my first one. I found an idea that didn't involve a sister or any new people which was done and no offense to people who do those stories, because I do enjoy readin them. But, I wanted something different and here I go. Glad I got some reviews, hope I get more :D I'm greedy. Lol Okay, enjoy. Get ready for some pain, maybe tears…and lot of What the Hells? Don't hate me for what happens to Two-bit. No death, but…well you'll see. ENJOY!!!

Thanks goes out to :

Aslan- LOL, thanks a lot for the review. Ya, i figured i'd try something without a Mary-Sue even tho its only my second fic.

MedinaMax- Loved your review. I like the long ones and no i don't mind at all that you like this one better. Truthfully i like this one better too. It's more original like you said. Hope you keep readin and you like the next chappie.

Dreamer4lyf718- He he he. Your the first person who ever wrote a holy shit as a review for me. Lol, thanks. I hope you don't pace too many holes in your floor, but thats okay if you did i'm sure you'll still be able to read my story. Thanks bunches for the review.

Ale Curtis-Carter: Awe, thanks for the kind words. i hope you like the next chappie and im really happy with the plot. It's almost figured out in my head but i'm just kinda goin with it. After this chapter it'll start to get better. Enjoy and thanks for the review.

Chapter 2:

Blood, thick and dark seeped from the gash on the back of Two-bit's head. It ran down his face, leaking onto the floor as it slowly began to form a puddle beneath him. Red, it was everywhere, swallowing the white ravenously. Thick heaps of pale trembling limbs were the only things that set the injured boy apart from it. A short sound of discomfort fell from his purple tinted lips startling the dark faced stranger that hung over the crumpled form.

"Matthews stop goofin around."

Lounging about in the warm soft cushions of the Curtis' couch was Dally, tough expressionless gaze turned towards the kitchen. He'd watched in disgust as the rusty hared joker had stumbled into the house, more than likely drunk. Dallas combed his fingers through greasy platinum hair and yawned.

"Just leave em be Johnnycakes" he continued to yell, not caring who he disturbed. "It's the bastard's fault he goes out and gets hammered all the time. Now he can suffer with it."

Johnny's usually bronzed skin slowly faded into a yellowish orange as he continued to let his eyes wander over the body that lay only a mere foot away. Fear was overpowering him, just as it did every time he confronted his folks. When this happened he couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't even breath properly. He balled his sweaty hands together and inched his way to his friend. Dally watched, surprised to see Johnny disobeying him for once.

"Johnny?"

Dallas rose from the couch, missing his footing and almost falling face first onto the hard wood floor. Pride shaken, he looked up to make sure no one had seen it. Course there was no one home that would have, except for Johnny and Two-bit who was too busy lying on the kitchen floor to notice.

"Dallas… " Johnny's voice, so quiet and scared cracked painfully as he said the name. He let his hand hang in mid air so that it almost touched Two-bit's left shoulder but just didn't quite reach it. "Dallas, he ain't movin."

An elfish face peeked over Johnny, craning their neck to inspect the boy on the floor below. Eyes cold and uncaring softened for a split second at the sight before them. It had been a long time since they'd seen that much blood come from one person. They were used to it and that wasn't something to be proud of but for reasons most people wouldn't understand, he was. Just not this time. To see someone he knew, maybe not as well as he'd like, lying unconscious with blood coming from his head to the floor in a constant flow just made him sick. It was undeniably noticeable that it was making Johnny just a bit nauseas as well, because his face hadn't yet returned to its natural tone.

Dally, taking control of his emotions as he always did, pushed past Johnny and kneeled next to the pile of greasy hair. It was matted, no longer slicked back as Two-bit liked to keep it but instead fell in clumps of dirt and blood. Dallas gently rested his hand on the wound in the back of the head. The wet warm feeling of life running out of Two-bit stained his hand a dark red while at the same time making his stomach churn. To think of it that way was just unbearable.

"I can't help him." Johnny's eyes flashed with worried. "He needs a doc for something this bad."

There was a thud, followed by loud rambunctious hollers before the door was whipped open. Out of the three greasers on the floor, none looked up. It was common for there to be all that noise but it wasn't because of that, that they didn't pay attention.

Ponyboy, who had been trailing behind his older brother and best friend for half a block, now made himself known. His short, lanky body stepped into the beam of the kitchen light as he looked down with horror at the helpless boy.

"Two-bit…"

"Ponyboy, where's Darry?"

Pony saw a angered Dallas staring at him.

"He's…"

"He's at work!" Soda yelled to him from the doorway. "He had to pull another shift. What did ya need him for anyhow?"

"Well, how bout come take a look. It ain't that hard to miss!" Dallas snapped.

Soda's eyes narrowed, the hurt of being yelled at moving across his face as he moved himself towards the rest of them. Steve, still unsure of what was going on remained where he was. Leaning, tiredly in the door frame he sighed.

"Jeez…"Soda whispered.

With the gentleness of a mother, he sat down and lightly turned Two-bit over. His body shook fiercely for another moment, but at the touch of Soda's hand it began to relax. A contorted face, with eyes squeezed shut in agony stared back at the middle Curtis child. Dallas gasped at the sight. There were a few scratches and a bruise here and there but that wasn't what got him.

"He's awake."

Soda brushed away some stray hairs on the greasers face.

"Two-bit, can you here us?" Soda's voice shook nervously.

Eyes fluttered and Two-bit gritted his teeth before taking in his new surroundings. In the back of his head besides thinking of the constant pain, he was beginning to wonder how he had ended up in the strange house. Who were the people that seemed to care for him so much?

"Where…"

Two-bit's words disappeared and in that same instant his body sunk further into the hard linoleum. Eyes shut once again, but not quite as forced as they'd been before. His face remained disfigured from the agony that engulfed his slowly depleting form.

"Steve!" Dallas cried, realizing that no one else was going to do anything. They would sit there and watch as Two-bit died but not him. "Get your ass over here and help me with him."

Steve jumped into action helping lift the finally unconscious Two-bit out the door and into his car. Together they laid him on his side across the back seat, so that his head wouldn't damage anymore than it was. Dallas, yanked the keys from Steve's moist palms and reved up the engine.

The air remained silent as the two greasers drove towards the nearest hospital. Dallas sighed, he had taken this road to the same place for the same reason so many times before. The socials, they were responsible for this. For having put his friend through all this misery. They were going to pay.

2 hours later…

Sitting anxiously in the hospital waiting room were the three Curtis brothers along with a restless Dally and a very quiet Steve and Johnny. They'd been waiting for almost two hours, maybe more. They'd lost track of time so long ago. Their minds wandered off, thinking about all the things the doctors were putting their friend through.

"Gentlemen."

The group of boys noticed for the first time a man clad in a white coat standing in front of them. Darry's maternal instincts took over and he rose to his feet. Although he was strong, tough, tall and muscular, everything a greaser should be he still felt weak and small. His hands shook slightly.

"What is it? Is he alright?" Darry's voice came out in a short squeak.

The doctor lowered his head, afraid to make eye contact with the boy. When he finally pulled his gaze from the ground and stared at the kids once again, the expression on his face wasn't a reassuring one. It was grim and told them that something was wrong.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news."

$$$ Ain't I a stinker. LOL. Hope you enjoyed it. I feel really sick today so I wanted to post another chappie real fast and then relax. I think it was alright but meh. Hope everyone liked. REVIEW please. And I except emailed reviews too if the review thing is down which it seems like it always is. Grrrr. Okay thanks. :D#$##$#