Rivelazione
Hey everyone. This story is all about, who the real outsiders are! Is it The Soc's? The Greasers? Ponyboy? Johnny? Dallas? Who are the real Outsiders? Each chapter will be devoted to one character and in each chapter we will find out the answer to the question. Please read and review. (Title means revelation in Italian)
Title: Rivelazione (Italian for Revelation)
Author: Vripter
Rating: Pg-13, just to be safe.
Warnings: Maybe some cussing, nothing else really. Ah, I've got a warning. The characters descriptions are from the film --- not the book. They look better in the film, I mean Tom Cruise --- is there any better!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or places in The Outsiders unless you have never heard of them before. S.E. Hinton owns all but my imagination.
A day in the life of Johnny CadeBeaten and abused, yet he still wanted them.
Beaten and abused, yet he still needed them.
A sixteen-year-old teenager crouched in the corner of a rugged-up flat. His hands clasped his ears and his eyes would have lain glued together if he didn't have to be a spectator of the show.
The dark skinned boy was shivering all over, not because of he was cold but because he was messed up. His heart tapped on his chest, over and over again. His large chocolate brown eyes had slight fear glowing out of them like a glowstick in a midnight sky.
Science experiments went wrong.
Fireworks exploded.
Thunder and lightening cackled.
That was what he could hear. The constant yelling of his parents. Screaming, screaming as they'd never screamed before or as if they couldn't scream again. His breathing was messed up and unequal.
But of course, Johnny Cade should have been used to this, he should have been used to the coldness, the monster mess of it all.
His denim jacket hugged him tightly and only one thought kept him sane; his friends. 'Think of Ponyboy, look for the clouds; think of Sodapop, be happy; think of Two-Bit, see it as a joke; think of Darry, you have more important things; think of Steve, be crazy; think of Dally, be gallant, be strong'
Gallant- how could Johnny be gallant! Two monsters fought above him and all he seemed to be was a weakling.
A clapping noise hit the surface of Johnny's skin. Instant pain. Pain like a burning cut or like a thousand knifes stabbing the surface of his skin. He held his tears in and only sniffled a cry.
A large man stood over Johnny, his face red and his teeth bearing as if he were some dog or vampire of some sort. This man was a man who had cracked and broke into drink, this man was a man who could not focus on his dreams in life or his ambitions, this was a man who gave into to being a greaser – yet he wasn't a greaser. Only a copycat greaser. He lived in the right estate but his attitude sucked. He would never be a true greaser. If he were offered only five dollars, he would turn traitor. He was no true greaser. He was out for himself, no one else.
Johnny turned his head back to his father who, within in the blink of an eye, had hit him again.
Johnny, afraid and working on instincts only, ran from the house. His mother and father were left screaming after him.
Five seconds past; a scream could be heard from each of them as their punch bag had left.
Ten seconds past; a distant cry could be heard.
Fifteen seconds past; only the deep breathing and tapping footsteps of Johnny could be heard.
He had reached the lot, worn out and tired. He ran forward looking for his football. He needed something to attack, to take his anger out on.
The wind blew over his head causing his dark bangs to flow backwards. He shivered, completely oblivious to the sound of a car vrrrrroooooooming.
"Grease!" A voice yelled from behind him. Johnny slowly turned around unable to recognise the voice.
Expensive trainers. Cream trousers. Madras jacket. Monkey face.
It was a soc, a group of four Soc's. He tried to keep a brave face and looked at them in disgust.
"What are, what are you doing here? You're outta your territory!" Johnny stuttered as he tried to keep calm.
"Well, well, well, what would a greasy Grease be doing out on his own? Seems a bit… stupid, don't ya think!" Spoke the Soc who had a lot of rings on, Johnny knew his name as Bob – simply because Dally had mentioned how much of a prick he was one or one hundred times before.
"Get out of here!" Johnny demanded as he stood his guard.
"I don't like the way he spoke to us, do you guy's?" Asked monkey faced Soc number three.
"Nah, a bit too… cocky, if you ask me!"
"Too right!"
Johnny stood watching, his eyes showing the only fear he had however you could only see that fear if you looked deep enough. His breath was coming out in evaporated streams.
"Lets teach this Grease a lesson!" Bob stated.
They all began to circle Johnny.
A glint of gold. A swollen eye. A cry.
Two Soc's held Johnny around the waste as he tried to escape. Bob threw a quick swing into his stomach, which winded him and shook him up.
Laughter escaped the lips of the Soc's; quivering breaths escaped Johnny's lips.
Another soc known as Randy spat in his face and thumped his jaw causing a tooth to bleed.
Johnny felt a wave of dizziness come over him and soon after felt his head hit the floor. Blood smashed over the pavement and the laughing grew louder. Threats came out of nowhere, threats that were overwhelming, threats that were petrifying.
Nothing but pain…
Nothing but laughter…
Nothing but pain…
Nothing but nothing…
"Johnny? Wake up Johnny, come on, wake up." A soft but hard, friendly voice spoke.
Johnny saw nothing but darkness yet he wanted to reach the voice.
"Please don't be dead, please don't be dead!" a panicked male voice came, all of a sudden Johnny realised who that voice belonged to.
"Two-Bit, shut up. He aint dead… is he dead… is he breathing? Check his pulse, gods damn it. Is he breathing?" Another panicked voice came.
"Shoot Steve, what if he's not?"
"Don't freak me out anymore Two-Bit. Soda, check his pulse."
"I am, I am…" There was a pause. Johnny felt rough hands press up against his probably broken wrist. He hoped to God he wasn't dead. 'Please don't let me be dead, don't let me be dead, please God'. "He's alive!"
Johnny made a sigh of relief and heard many in return. He shook like he'd never shook before and his heart hurt it was banging so hard. It was now or never.
"Soda?" He mumbled, his eyes twitching.
"Johnny Cake, it's okay. We're here, don't worry, they're gone now!" Sodapop said soothingly.
"Soda, there was a whole bunch of them-" Johnny began to tell the story between muffled sobs.
"It's okay, Johnny Cake, it's okay. Just rest, you're okay!" Soda interrupted him.
Johnny however ignored what Soda said. He seemed desperate to get his story out, desperate for some sort of… peace.
"It was a blue mustang." He took of long breath, frustrated that his words wouldn't come out. "I only wanted the ball… only the ball… soccer… I only wanted the ball!"
"Johnny, it's okay. It'll be fine, you don't have to tell us yet." Steve said calmly and clearly- he had soon recovered from his small 'panic phase'. "Johnny Cake, you're in shock, wait a bit!"
"Who made you doctor?" Two-Bit muttered to Steve as he too had recovered from the 'panic phase'. Steve took a playful swing at Two-Bit but was soon pushed by Dally.
"Stop messin' on you two!" He commanded, his eyes blazing… not the Dally you'd want to mess with.
"They, they, they came, c, ca-" Johnny stuttered and then started to cry harder after he couldn't get his words out. It was sad to watch. The tears flown like a waterfall and his kicked-puppy look seemed to increase.
"Is he alright?" Johnny heard Ponyboy whisper to Soda. Soda gave Pony a small nod and a slight smile.
"They scared me, they really scared me…" Johnny wept, "I'm sorry…"
"Don't be sorry, Johnny. It aint your fault, don' worry. We'll get em back!" Dallas said as he took a long drag on his cigarette.
"They… they were outta their territory!" Johnny whimpered. "I was an… an outsider…"
Okay, chapter three is DONE!
Please review.
Greaserbabe: Due to popular demand, I shall do Two-Bit's sister. I don't know when though… main characters are my main priority at the minute. Does anyone know her name? Is it mentioned in the book? Or do people just make it up?
Anyways, Graserbabe- thanks for the review!