Thank you guys for loving this story so much. And without any further ado, Chapter 14

Chapter 14
3rd Person
Soda stared at the blood on his hand horrified. Simply horrified. Kitty had zoomed past him and slammed into the bathroom. He felt his dinner rise into his throat and tried to open the door. It was locked. He raced to the kitchen and continued to be sick into the garbage can. When he was done he quickly drank a glass of water and then headed back over to the bathroom. He knocked on the door, but knew his sister wouldn't open. He found a bent out of shape paper clip that the boy's always use for a key. He opened the door with ease and stared at Kitten.

She was slumped down in the corner, her arms wrapped around her legs, rocking herself back and forth. There was still blood on her hands, and on Soda's left cheek as well.

"Baby, what did you do?" he kneeled down next to her. She didn't say a word, wouldn't even look at him. He pulled her into his arm, as a brotherly instinct. Her body felt numb to him. She kept rocking herself, she wasn't even crying. She looked...dead.

"He paid." It was out of nowhere, and about twenty minutes later that Kitty said a word.

"What?"

"He paid," she repeated, an murderous glaze coating her eyes.

"Who paid?" Soda asked, and to be truthful, the way she was looking and the tone she was using was starting to scare him.

"Who else?" she looked at her hands, the blood had dried on them. Soda felt his cheek, dried blood had coated it.

"I don't understand what your talkin' 'bout," he shook his head.

"I did it, I made them all pay. The bad people are always punished, so I punished them. They deserved it."

Soda's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. His handsome and happy-go-lucky face was contorted as he tried to figure out what his older sister could be talking about.

Like a tidal wave, it hit him. Evie, Sylvia, Megan, Greg, that's who they are! The cop was right. His sister was a killer. No..no. 'You ain't thinkin' straight' he told himself. It was just lack of sleep, he tried to reason as the excuse for his thoughts.

"Now I hurt him too. I didn't mean to, but he got in the way of the one I did mean to. I wouldn't have hurt them but I don't like to get hurt," she snarled at him. He almost fell back on his rear, though what she said made no sense to him.

"Nobody does baby. Come on your just tired, let's get you to bed," he stood up and reached out for her hand, her blood stained hand.

"Do you love me Soda?" she looked up at him, and at the moment she looked so innocent, and so young. Innocent people don't kill others.

"Of course I do sweetie."

She smiled at that and stood up, walking past him and into her room.

Soda looked at his cheek. There was a red hand print of blood, with a few lines from where the liquid ran. He took a quick shower, scrubbing the discolor off. After shutting the water off and wrapping a towel around himself, he inspected the spot. His face was still a bit red, and it faintly looked like someone had smacked him. The sixteen-year-old re-dressed himself in his boxers and jeans and headed to bed.

Ponyboy was the last to wake up the next morning. He joined his siblings at the table and poured himself a bowl of cereal. It was Saturday, and everyone was off.

"Mornin' ya'll," he yawned out.

"Do you love me Pony?" he shut his mouth at the sudden question and looked at his older sister. She was sitting to his right.

"Yeah," he replied, stunned by the question. She smiled smugly and went back to eating her corn flakes. Kitten, as everyone knows, rarely talked, and it was even rarer that she ever talked to him. Even when they were children, Kitty always overlooked the youngest Curtis. She was always protective of Soda and Darry, but never of Ponyboy. At the playground Kitty got into fights with kids that tried to harm Darry or Soda, but she never seemed to keep that close of an eye on the baby.

"She's been asking us all morning," Darry explained to his baby brother later on in the morning. Soda hadn't told Darry about last night, or anyone else for that matter.

"Is she a'right?"

"I reckon so."

Pony nodded and sat down on the couch, flipping the tv on to watch some 'I Love Lucy' episodes. Soda joined him a few moments later, after taking another shower. Darry was in the kitchen sorting out some bills and other financial things, and Kitty was in her room. She stared out her window and thought about her brothers. They loved her. She was happy.

Soda laughed loudly at the mishaps of Lucy and Ethel. In the middle of one of his guffaws, a disheveled looking Two-Bit Mathews ran into the house.

"Guys! Johnny! Johnny..he's in...he's in the...the hospital!" he stuttered between huffs of breath.

Pony jumped to his feet and demanded which one. Two-Bit told him where, and the four boys jumped into the Ford pick-up.

They ran down the halls and into the emergency rooms. Steve and Dally were already there. Johnny was lying on the white bed. Tubes were everywhere, and it looked like he was hooked up to a billion machines. He had a big patch on his chest that was tainted with blood. He looked whiter than usual.

"Hey guys," he piped out as they entered the room.

"What happened?" Darry asked.

"Your sister," Dallas, who was leaning against the wall, spat.

"What?"

"Your darlin', innocent little sister, found Steve and Johnny just walkin' around last night. Her and Steve had an argument before and she was fixin' on hurtin' him somethin' awful. Johnny here stepped in between them and got a beating from hell!" Dally went on, his eyes looking more dangerous with each and every syllable.

"What?" all three Curtis boys asked, in disbelief.

"So that's why she had blood on her...she is...oh man," Soda fell back on the seat.

"I-I'm sorry," Johnny felt it was his fault their sister was a homicidal lunatic.

"It ain't your fault Johnnycakes," Pony assured him.

"Is it true?" Darry, wide eyed, looked between Steve and Johnny.

Johnny bit his lip and nodded slowly. Steve replied with a "Hell yea! She's a psycho," and a few other choice words after.

Darry sat down in another vacant seat and held his head in his hands. Where was Kitty anyway? Oh yeah, home.

"Mr. Curtis?" Darry looked up to see the officer from the day before.

He rose to his feet as the cop went on, "I have a warrant for your sister's arrest. I demand to be brought to the girl at once."

The eldest boy's eyes narrowed, "It ain't her fault! She just ain't right in the head!"

"Insane or not, your sister murdered four innocent teenagers, and attempted to murder these two boys. We have enough witnesses and testimonies, evidence and proof to send Kitten Marie Curtis to death row."

Darrel lunged at the officer, knocking him down and swung at him. All his rage was finally causing him to blow to measures beyond his control. Soda and Two-Bit grabbed his arms ripping him away from the official. Gladskee stood up, and stepped back a good foot or two.

"I could put you in jail too, for assaulting an officer," at this Dallas snorted. Gladskee eyed the blond-haired boy, before returning his attention to his attacker. "But I won't. I understand the pressure you are going through. Now, if someone will show me to Ms. Curtis, I can carry out my duties."

Soda and Two-Bit pinned Darry to the wall and were struggling to keep him there.

"Normally I don't go along to what cops want, but this I'll do," Dally, seeing as no one as else was going to take the man, stepped out of the room, the cop in suit.

"I'll kill that damn Winston," Darry growled maliciously, and Soda feared that he might do just that. Murderous feelings must run throughout the family.

So what did you guys think? I hope it was good, and you all liked it!

Thank Yous:

oOoDancingQueenoOo: Hope you liked it!
Ale Curtis-Carter: I e-mailed you back. Just waiting for your reply lol. Well anyways, hope you liked this chapter.
Basket Case89: In all honestly, I'm not too into blood and gore, and I really never thought I could possibly write a story like this, but I guess I can. Well Kitty didn't exactly kill one of the guys, but she sure did try.
Dreamer for lyf: She didn't kill a cop, though that is a good idea. I actually wasn't sure how she got the blood on her hands until I started typing this. Well, all-in-all I hope you enjoyed it!
Emma/Hermione#1fan: I figured Darry would be having major breakdowns by now. Well I hoped you liked his even more gruesome meltdown in this chapter!
TheAngryPrincess13: I figured Soda'd be a little more compassionate about the whole situation. Well tell me what you thought! Hope you liked it!
Miroku: I'm glad you liked it. I really am surprised by the success of this story. It was a pretty bold step for me. Well anyways, hope you liked this chapter!
miSS-yUnz: I don't know why I keep having them shorter and shorter, maybe because I'm usually writing at ten o'clock at night? Lol. Well I hope you enjoyed it!
krista: Yay, I'm a sexy bastard lol. Well my reviewers are basically the whole reason I write, so I feel this is my true way to thank them (besides writing and all). So thank you! lol. Hope you liked it. If I was famous I'd be the type of person that actually replied to every single fan letter I got. That would be a long time lol.
Two-BitGortez: Hope you enjoyed!
CrazyAlchemistgrl017: Kitten is my inner creepiness coming out lol. I'm glad you like it, and I hope this chapter was to your enjoyment as well!
nighttime writer: Aw, I didn't mean to scare you lol. That is kind of creepy though..I hope my phone doesn't ring now. Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well! And that your nothing rings to scare you lol.
Mrs. Ponyboy Curtis: You were on the right track! The blood was Johnny's but she wanted it to be Steve's. I hope you enjoyed it!
MirokuNekoChan: Dally is pretty mean to her, but no the blood wasn't his. She might have some of his blood later...well hope you liked it. : )

Alright I'm off to do something else. Toodles my loves!