AN: Sorry for the long wait….Well, Merry Belated Christmas. One chapter until the end. Sorry if this is short.
I was looking for a bottle. You could tell I was kind of a bit nervous. I couldn't find one. I decided that the fight had to be hand to hand. There was nothing Dally and I could do. The four Socs started walking (more like staggering) towards us. My hear was beating loudly and I felt sweat dripping down my face. The Socs came on walking towards us, I craned my head to see Dally, but I also saw Darry and the rest of the Greasers. One thing that flashed in my mind was: We were saved.
Darry punched one Soc in the gut, but also received a kick in the stomach. Anybody could've fallen with that, anybody but Darry.
"Take that!" Two-Bit punched some Soc's nose. He was later punched in the face with the same Soc, clutching his nose with a lot of blood dripping down. "Damn!" he swore loudly. But Dally was getting the worse of it. His side still hurt and he was being punched around. I saw Dally flick his switchblade. His eyes, blazing with coldness. Cold to the world, cold to those Socs. He held the switchblade, not actually trying to hurt someone, but to make everyone sacred, to make them go away.
Then it happened.
Both Dally and the Soc were back to fighting. Dally still held the blade, away from the Soc, but trying to threaten him.
"You're asking for it Greaser." The Soc growled.
"Damn right." Dally hoarsely whispered.
"To bad, you're a JD, trash with long and greasy hair." Dally had enough. His temper was even showing. The Soc laughed and lunged at him. Dally ran forward. That I couldn't see. I couldn't look. I couldn't bear it. There was this odd and squelching sound. There I knew. He did it. Dally knifed a Soc. My breath was all shaky.
It made everybody quiet. The Socs backed away. Johnny was looking with scared, wide eyes. Soda turned away. He didn't want to look at the bloodied corpse. But I looked at it, and then I looked at Dally. His complexion pale, his eyes almost matched Johnny's eyes. Wide, scared and disbelief.
He killed a Soc.
"I-I-I didn't---" Dally stopped and dropped the blade. He sure looked scared. His face crumpled, he looked like he was about to cry, he really did, and he ran away. Far away.
"We better leave." Darry said quietly and we left.
"Can't believe Dally…Dally…did that…" Soda said, his voice shaking.
"Knew he was ornery…" Steve trailed off. "Knew he didn't…didn't…didn't like them, Socs." Everybody was quiet. I guess we're all shocked. It was mixed in with a bit of surprise.
"Where could he have gone?" Two-Bit asked, peering through the window. Nobody could answer his question.
"Anywhere." Darry answered it for him. "Anywhere but here."
As I laid in bed, everyone had gone home. I heard Soda snore lightly. I remembered what Dally said to Johnny and I at the hospital. I could even hear his voice.
"…When I'm well, those Socs will pay. I'll get even with them."
Those Socs really did pay. Dally got even with them. And what Dallas says, Dallas gets. And Dallas Winston got everything he wanted.