Disclaimer: Nope, I own nothing but Alicia, the Shepard gang (well, those you don't recognize), my "Addams Family Values" DVD and my Wednesday Addams T-Shirt. (On sale for $6.97 at Hot Topic, baby, yeah!)
Dedicated to: Kelly: Oh. My. God. Kell, I heart you! I'm the popcorn fairy!
Alicia swallowed. Her black eyes were wide with fear, and she glanced at Tim, who had a moronic grin on his dark face. She knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking Oh yeah, we're gonna beat those bastards good, this time. Curly was glaring at the red car. Pulling her masses of hair back, she set her face. Right now was a good as time as ever to pretend she was Tim.
Tim looked over at Alicia and Curly. Both had their jaws set and eyes narrowed. No matter how tough Tim got, he would always care about his sisters and brother. Tim could see in Alicia's eyes were fearful. She was terrified, both for herself and for her brothers.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. We're all going to be killed.
The fight started when Two-Bit went up to the red vehicle. As he opened the door, so nonchalantly, Alicia had to laugh a bit. He climbed in and shut the door. Three… two… one.
The door to the Mustang flew open, and Two-Bit was thrown out. "What the hell do ya think you're doing, greaser?" There were five big Socs, all standing around Two-Bit. All were dressed in checkerboard shirts and clean, pressed jeans. At that moment, Curly came running out of the shadows, and hurled himself at the biggest of the Socs.
The fight began.
The Soc fighting Curly had the boy in a headlock, but Alicia grabbed him by the neck, fastening her arms tightly around him. While the Soc gasped for breath, Tim punched him in the face. The Soc's head went back and hit Alicia in the nose. She let go of him, and she fell onto the hard concrete.
Another Soc grabbed her by the shirt collar and lifted her up. "Hey, sweetheart." He said, laughing.
Thinking fast, she replied. "Hi, babe." While he was temporarily stunned, she kicked him, hard, in the knees. He bent down, to rub the bruise, and she kicked him in the face. "That's for Curl." She muttered. At that moment, an arm went around her skinny waist and arms, and a switchblade was at her throat.
Fuck.
A voice hissed in her ear, "you a Shepard, yeah? Tim Shepard's kid sister?"
"Why?"
"Listen, I know your brother-" But he was cut off. Two-Bit had cracked him over the head with a rock. The Soc fell and dropped Alicia; she collapsed to the concrete. Two-Bit helped her up, and they jumped over the Soc and resumed the fight.
Some other Socs, disturbed by the noise, came and joined the fight. They were about twelve now. A smaller, skinny one ran at Alicia. He threw a punch at her, and she ducked, kicking him in the shins. He fought well, she had to admit, because he hit her in the face, instead of falling. Grabbing her wrist, the Soc twisted Alicia's arm up her back. She twisted herself out, and punched him in the stomach; he doubled over, winded. Taking advantage of his temporary injury, she kneed him in the face.
A huge Soc grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. The small one she hit in the face began to rapidly punch her, both in the stomach and face. Alicia proceeded to kick her attacker in the stomach, but he ignored this.
She struggled, but it was useless. The blows rained down on her. And, man, this kid hit hard. Then she heard a familiar voice. "Get the fuck off her, asshole!" Ah, yes. Good ol' Tim. Her brother was punching the big Soc in the face; the littler one had run. Alicia flung herself at the Soc, grabbing his neck, while Tim hit him.
At that moment, Steve Randle ran to Tim. "Someone phoned the fuzz."
Alicia called back, "so? We're winning!" Then she heard the sirens. Letting go of the Soc's neck, she dropped and landed on her feet. Tim grabbed her wrist and they bolted, followed closely by Curly and the others.
The group rounded the corner, and leapt behind a building, hoping that the cops didn't see them. Alicia leaned her dark head against the brick wall and slid down until she was sitting on the sidewalk. "Oh fuck." She muttered. Her hands were shaking. Tim sat beside her.
"Don't worry." He said, softly. Gently he touched the growing bruise on her cheek. For such a tough greaser, Tim could be nice when it suited him. He smiled softly at his sister.
Curly collapsed next to them. He had a black eye and his nose was bruised, but he was smiling. Lighting a cigarette, he said, "ya know, in reality, we won. We fought better and all. We just ran so we wouldn't get jailed." Everyone nodded in agreement.
Two-Bit took the lighter from him, lit a cigarette, and said, "yeah. For all the money and shit they have, we fight better."
"Yeah." Ponyboy murmured.
After a few moments of sitting in silence, ignoring the police sirens, Tim stood and stretched a bit. "Well, Curly, Alicia, I think we'd better get home soon, before ma and dad get worried." His brother and sister smirked at that. All of them knew that their parents couldn't give two shits about them. And, to be frank, they couldn't give two shits about their parents.
Slowly, the Shepards headed up the street and vanished into the shadows. Dally watched their retreating forms, wishing he could have a few moments alone with one of them in particular.
Alicia pulled her black jacket tighter around her. The days in Tulsa may have been hot, but the nights were cold as hell. Blood dripped from her nose onto her hand. Fuck. First, I hurt, and then I'm cold, now I'm bleeding, for Christ's sake! Blood gushed onto her hands and jacket. At least things couldn't get any worse. As if on cue, they did. It began to fucking rain.
"Oh great!" Curly yelled, voicing his sister's opinion. "Just fucking great!"
"C'mon!" Tim yelled, pulling his hood up over his curly hair. Alicia and Curly followed suit, and the three of them began to run down the road. In fifteen minutes, they were standing in the driveway of a brown, two- story house. Home.
Angela Shepard was curled up on the worn khaki couch. Her long hair was pulled up into a loose bun, and she was lazily flicking threw a magazine. Beatles music wailed out of speaker and she was mouthing along. Tim looked through the window, praying that their ma was gone, preferably getting drunk, and their dad was with her.
"Hi, Angel!" Tim burst through the door.
Angela glanced up. "Hey." She said. "Where the hell were you?"
"We were fighting the Socs." Curly announced, giving her a play-by-play of the fight. Angela looked extremely bored. She rarely fought. Sure, Tim and Curly taught her and Alicia, but Angela found it stupid. She was far more girly and giggly than sarcastic, loudmouth Alicia.
"Great." Angela said, before returning to her magazine. "So, who won? You told me the fuzz came, but you said you were winning, but you ran."
Tim shrugged. "Dunno. Damn fuzz." He collapsed onto the couch with his sister. Curly fell beside him, and Alicia by Curly.
Angela toyed with a curl that escaped her hair-tie. "So, Alicia. What happened to you?"
"Huh?"
Angela laughed. "Look at mirror. You've got dried blood all over your face."
"Lord, you do!" Tim said. To Angela he said, "some Soc grabbed her arms and another dipshit punched her."
Alicia stood and strode into the bathroom. Sure enough, crusty blood covered most of her face and jacket. Her hair, normally very hard to tame, was a frizzy mess, and she had a black eye. I look like shit. Like Angel when she doesn't have any make-up on.
Grabbing a towel, she pulled off her clothes and turned the shower on as hot as it could go. A shower sounded pretty fucking good now.