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Chapter 2: Psychotic
The scene is a psychotic hospital. A man is being led down the hallway. He had long black hair with a straight black beard. His face was completely blank. Unusual for what he had been brought in for.
He was led into a room, where he entered. The two men leading him closed and locked the door. A doctor walked up to the men.
"How is he?" asked the doctor.
"Still the same. He acts like a normal human being when he's here. But when in the outside world, he's unpredictable."
"When did you first witness this?"
"The drivers said it was unusual when they entered the grounds. The banging in the back stopped suddenly."
The doctor looked through the window to see the mysterious patient. This by far was the first time he had ever encountered someone like this. He wasn't sure.
"I'll have to get someone else."
"Who?"
"A friend of mine. She has more experience with people here."
"When should we expect her?"
"In a day or so. She lives in Alabama."
Meanwhile a couple of miles away……
Darry was growing tired. He had been driving for hours and his back pains kicked in again. It wasn't helping.
Ponyboy had already fallen asleep in the back and Soda was wide awake by then. He noticed Darry's eyes.
"Hey Darry. You alright?"
"Not really."
"Pull over."
Darry went ahead and pulled over.
"What's wrong?"
"Back again. Plus I'm getting tired."
Soda looked at him. He hated to see his older brother in pain.
"Why were you still driving?"
"I've been trying to find a hotel or something. But it doesn't seem like there is one around."
Soda looked around. Darry was right. This place looked plain deserted. He squinted his eyes and noticed something down the street.
"There's a gas station that looks open. Let's ask the person who works there."
The hardest working Curtis looked down the street and sure enough there was a gas station.
"Alright. Hold on. If we can't find any place to stay. We'll have to squeeze into this truck."
Darry slowly started back up the car and drove towards the gas station. When they reached the location, Darry got out and said,
"Watch your brother. I'll be right back."
"Could you get me a Pepsi?"
"Soda!" groaned Darry.
"I'm just kidding around."
Darry smiled and walked away. He normally doesn't groan like that. But he was deathly tired right now. He wanted to get directions and get out of here. When Darry walked in, there were three other people in the store. All of them were in front of the counter. Two boys and one girl. All looked around nineteen to twenty four or so. One boy had dirty blonde hair and a cleanly shaven face. He had on a jeans jacket with a white beater under it. The female had brown hair. She was pretty. She had on a large jacket but it wasn't completely on. It was obvious that it was her boyfriend's or something. The other boy was an African American. He had dark shades and a leather jacket. He was dressed like a biker. As Darry approached them, the blonde-haired was talking with the man behind the register. There was also a little kid behind the register. It was the cashier's son.
"What do you mean there is no where we can stay!"
That struck Darry. There wasn't any vacancy anywhere? Darry walked up to the group.
"There's nowhere we can stay?"
"Nope," said the girl turning around. "Stuck here too?"
"Yes. Me and my brothers."
"Dad. What about the old house?" asked the cashier's son.
"What old house?" asked the African American.
"There's an old abandoned house down the street. Rumor is that it has working water and slight electricity. But no one ever bothers with it. This place is more like a rest stop than a town. No one lives here. All we have here is this gas station, the house and the hotel a couple of miles away."
"There aren't any other hotels near?" asked Darry.
"Uh-uh. There are some a long way away. Too many miles."
"You're better off at the house," said the cashier's son.
"How many rooms?" asked the blonde-haired man.
"It's a nice size. Seems like it would have three or four rooms."
"That's enough for all of us right?" said the girl.
The blonde haired one turned around.
"All of us?"
"Well we can't leave this guy and his brothers out there. He looks tired enough."
The blonde haired one looked at Darry.
"I guess he can. Would three or four rooms be enough for you?"
"It should," answered Darry.
"Then it's settled," said the African American stretching his arms. "Let's go."
The blonde haired one extended his hand.
"Hi. My name is Pete. And this is my girlfriend, Connie."
"Hi," said Connie. Pete continued,
"And this is my best friend, Matthew."
"Hello."
"My name's Darry. My brothers are in the car. They're names are Sodapop and Ponyboy."
"You're kidding!" said both Pete and Matthew at the same time.
"Guys!" said Connie. Obviously mad that they reacted like that.
"It's okay. They get that a lot."
"I think they're original names. Especially the Ponyboy one."
"Um. I don't mean to kick you guys out. But I have to close up."
The cashier gave them directions and Darry, Connie, Pete, and Matthew walked outside.