Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders (S.E Hinton), or the Cask of Amontillado (Edgar Allan Poe). May or may not have to read Cask of Amontillado to get it.

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" How much further, Steve?"

"Just a little more, Pony."

Steve was leading Ponyboy down into the basement of an old building just outside of the town. It was pitch black except for the flashlight Steve carried.

"What's that smell?" Pony asked.

"Dunno. Lots of kids come down here...could be beer...cigarette smoke, spray paint...ya know...stuff like that..."

Pony looked around. If that were true, there'd be broken or maybe whole beer bottles, or cigarette butts on the stairs. And he didn't see any graffiti on the way down..

" I think we should back..."

"Why? Scared?" Steve teased.

"No..."

"Come on, then.."

Ponyboy followed Steve down a hallway till Steve stopped near a leather jacket that was hanging on a door knob. Ponyboy tried to see was else was there with the little light that they had. He noticed a bunch of two by four's. While Ponyboy was still looking around, Steve tossed the leather jacket aside and opened to door. It was only a closet.

"Hey, Pony, check this out.."

Ponyboy went over and looked in the closet, slightly confused. Before he could say anything, Steve shoved him into the closet, hitting his head off of the wall. While Ponyboy was recovering, Steve tied him up with rope that had been in the closet. Steve stepped out of the closet and closed the door. He then began to board up the door..

"Steve!"

He heard Ponyboy's screams, but continued to board up the door.

"Steve! This isn't funny!"

"He he.Oh, But indeed it is." Steve finished his work and put the leather jacket back on the door knob.

"For the love of God, Steve!"

"Yes," Steve said, " For the love of God."

Once Steve reached the top of the steps, he turned around, " Ponyboy?" He shouted down into the darkness. Nothing. " Ponyboy?" He tried again. Still nothing. With a smirk, Steve left the building, knowing no one would ever find him...

"AHH!"

Ponyboy fell out of his side bed. He noticed a book had fallen with him. He picked it up and opened it to a folded page...

"The Cask of Amontillado" He muttered to himself. Darry was right, he thought. I really shouldn't be reading these stories before I go to bed...

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