A/N: DEDICATIONS! I NEED DEDICATIONS! Oh wait - how about every single person who reviewed? THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH! You guys are the best! Y'all made this happen! Oh yeah - this chapter was co. written with Eddie Gauthier, my Yankee best friend, so I'd like to dedicate this cap to him. I kno you're readin' this while you're sick, so GET WELL SOON! Thanks again you guys! On witht he story!

Daaaaaamn

"Soda?"

"Who said that?" Soda asked as he stumbled slowly towards the greasers. He was completely out of it. Darry made a move to get Soda, but the Socs stood in front of him, blocking the way. Darry stopped and stared sternly.

"Soda, what are you doing? Come on home, buddy," said Darry. He stared at Soda strangely. "What the hell happened to your hair? And are you drunk?"

"Who are you?" Soda asked in a slightly slurred voice. He was swaying on the spot and his eyes were slightly crossed.

"It's me! Darry! Soda, I'm your brother!" Darry said.

"Don't try and convince him! He's a Soc and you know it! They're lying, Soda," said Bob.

"Shut the fuck up, you bastard! What the hell did they do to you? It's me, Steve! I'm Steve!" Steve said frantically.

Something lit up in Soda's drunken brain. Steve. That was the person who caused him to lose his memory. That was the person who had caused all of this confusion. That was the person he needed to kill.

"You!" Soda said suddenly. His voice was so harsh that Steve cringed slightly. "You did this!"

"Soda, what's wrong with you?" Pony asked his brother. "Are you feeling alright? And what are you doing hanging around with the Socs? You're a greaser, remember?"

"I ain't no damn greaser, kid! I'm a Soc and that's the way it'll always be! And who the hell are you frickin' people?"

The greasers suddenly exchanged glances. Then they all turned back to Soda and Dally spoke up. "You got amnesia, kid?"

"Ya, I got fuckin' amnesia! And it's all your fault!" Soda screamed, pointing an accusing finger at Steve.

Soda suddenly lunged himself at Steve and the two of them fell to the floor, rolling around on the concrete, trying to get the other. They kicked, punched, bit, screamed, and did every other possible tactic to try to kill each other. The greasers and Socs stared in awe.

"What the fuck did you do to him?" Darry said in rage.

"We did nothin'! He's one of us now! Stop tryin' to brainwash him!" Randy screamed back. He was an inch away from Darry's face.

"You're the fuckers who're brainwashing him! You've got him fighting his best friend, for God's sake!"

Two-Bit and Ponyboy were trying to get Steve away from Soda with little luck. Soda was so drunk that he could have killed Steve then and there. The drunken Socs began advancing towards Darry, Dally, and Johnny. Dally flipped out his switchblade.

"Come closer and I'll slice y'all to pieces," he threatened in a hiss.

But the Socs were prepared. One broke his beer bottle on the ground and stood up to defend himself with it, staggering backwards a little. The rest of them took out their switchblades. Johnny caught a glimpse of a gun in its holster attached to Bob's waist.

"Bring it on!" Dally yelled. He was ready, but he knew he couldn't win against all of the Socs. Soda was still fighting with Steve, except the two of them were standing up now. Two-Bit ran to intervene. He held Steve back, but needed the addition of Pony's strength to keep his grip. Soda grabbed a switchblade from his back pocket and flipped it. The blade glinted from the light of the moon.

"Soda, buddy, come on! It's us, your buddies! Don't you remember?" Two-Bit asked frantically. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Socs fighting with Darry, Dally, and Johnny . . . and Darry, Dally, and Johnny were losing . . .

"My buddies are the Socssssss!" Soda slurred once more.

"They got you drunk, didn't they? They got you drunk and then filled your mind with all this fuckin' bullshit and that's why you can't remember anythin'!" Steve shouted at his best friend. He wiped blood away from his mouth with the back of his hand and stood panting. Two-Bit and Pony loosened their grips on him a bit.

Without thinking, Soda thrust forward once more, this time with his knife in front of him. Two-Bit, Pony, and Steve dodged the knife, but Soda wouldn't give up. He focused onto Steve and wanted to kill him for everything that he did. Suddenly, he caught Steve off guard. He just shoved the knife in his lower chest, going deeper . . . and deeper . . . and deeper.

Steve screamed in pain and his eyes began to glaze. He stared at Soda in disbelief. Two-Bit and Pony threw Soda off of Steve with so much force that Soda flew to the ground, his knife still in hand. Pony looked back at his brother with the same expression as Steve. But then he turned his attention back onto Steve, who had just landed eagle-spread on the ground, knocked out cold.

BANG!

"Dally!" Johnny screeched as he dodged the knife of a Soc. Bob had taken out his gun and had pulled the trigger aimlessly. The .22 had pointed at Dally and its bullet dug deep into his skin, causing him to stagger backwards a little, but he still stood his ground. He was doubled-over, coughing up blood. All-the-while, he was holding his shoulder, which was gushing blood out like a waterworks convention. Darry took one look at all of the Socs and backed up.

Soda stayed on the ground, utterly confused. A hangover was starting to creep over him and his head throbbed viciously. There was a sudden flashback he had. It was of a familiar face . . . it was Steve! He was sitting on a car with Soda, laughing hysterically. And he was wearing some sort of blue shirt . . . some sort of shirt . . .

Sirens suddenly blared. Lights could be seen from a few blocks away. The Socs suddenly looked alert and they all stumbled to their car. Bob helped the still utterly-confused Soda get up and they all made it to the blue Mustang and drove off, leaving the greasers.

Two-Bit sported a bloody lip and nose, and the joker's gleam in his eyes had disappeared. He was slouching to one side, staring into the distance like Soda was going to come back and scream "April Fools!" But then he suddenly remembered that it was October . . .

Pony sat on the floor, tears leaking out of his eyes. His brother had tried to kill them all! The Socs had turned his brother into a monster! A complete monster-like Soc! He didn't care if his cheek was hurting like hell, or if his lip was busted. He only cared about getting Sodapop back home safe and sound.

Johnny and Darry were looking over Dally. Johnny hadn't received much injury, being quick and agile enough to dodge every move the Soc he was up against made. But Dally had gotten the worst of it. He was on his knees, doubled-over and still coughing up blood. His hand gripped his bleeding shoulder tightly, as if it would fall off if he let go. It looked as if any second, he was going to faint, but that's just something Dallas Winston wouldn't do in public.

Two-Bit and Pony were checking on Steve when the cop cars pulled up. They hadn't bothered to run because they knew they were going to get the wrap for this one anyway.

"What happened here?" a cop demanded.

"Nothing. We just got into a fight with each other. Those three started it," Pony lied as he pointed to Darry, Johnny and Dally. At this moment, Darry was thankful that his little brother was such a good liar. The cop looked convinced and then said, "Well hurry up and get out of here. You idiots made a blood mess on the floor! And if that guy's dead, bury him in your own yard!"

With that, the cop walked off. Pony stared back at Steve. He was as white as a ghost and blood was gushing from his chest. Then there was a soft thud and Dally had just passed out.

"It's hospital time," Darry announced to everyone.

…:Randy's "Mansion":…

The Socs all plopped themselves onto the several couches of Randy, including Soda. Hangovers dawned over them all like a Sumo wrestler jumping up and down on their guts (A/N: ouch . . .). Soda had it the worse. He was groaning and when he opened his eyes, the room was spinning.

"Make it stop . . ." he mumbled.

"That was awesome," said Bob.

"The m-most fun I-I've had," Alex declared.

"Let's do it again sometime," said Mac.

Soda groaned louder and rolled over. He looked at his hand. It still grasped the bloody knife he used to stab his worst enemy. Or was he such an enemy after all? He was so confused! Suddenly, he took the knife and chucked it as far away from his as he could. The knife shattered a window and every Soc turned around to face him.

"That was awesome! Do it again!" Brian exclaimed. They were all too drunk to care. Soda rolled over once more and thought he could sleep off the hangover – and that was exactly what he did.

…:Tulsa Hospital:…

Ponyboy's POV

I was watching Darry pace the hospital, a look of worry in his eyes. Then I looked at Johnny and Two-bit and saw that they had the same expression on their faces. Two-Bit finally gathered enough wits to speak up.

"So that's how Soda went missing . . . he got amnesia and those damn Socs told him that he was a Soc, too. Darry, what are we gonna do?"

"I don't know . . . we can only hope he gets his memory back, or else there ain't nothin' we can do, Two-Bit."

"Do you think Steve's gonna make it?" Johnny asked quietly. "And Dally?" He didn't move. He kept staring at his shoes.

"Heck, he only got hit in the chest, Johnnycake! There ain't nothin' to worry about! He'll make it through okay! And Dally, too, 'cause you can't keep Dallas Winston down!" I said with a false jovial expression. My mind was still on Soda. I wanted to have a solution to him regaining his memory back, but my mind was just blank.

We kept waiting silently. I looked at everyone in the room again. They all had the same expression in their eyes. Two-Bit knew what we were all thinking and he said, "I'm all up for killin' them Socs, but we needa get Soda outta their hands. We needa bang him over the head so he'll remember who the hell we are!"

"We ain't gonna bang nobody over the head, Two-Bit. We just gotta wait 'til Soda gets his memory back! That's all!" Darry shot back.

We all fell silent. In a matter of minutes, my eyes trailed over to the nurse that had just come inside. She had a smile on her face and I knew that both Dally and Steve were going to make it.

"Dallas Winston and Steve Randle are going to make it just fine. Dallas is awake at the moment, but Steve is still unconscious. They'll both be able to be released tomorrow morning," she said to us.

"Glory Hallelujah!" Two-Bit cried with glee.

"Can we see them?" Darry asked.

"I don't see why not.."

The nurse let us pass right by her. We entered Dally's room first.

"Hey Dal."

OceanLily12's Note: Aw . . . poor Dally . . . I have no idea why I made him get shot . . . I guess it just sorta went along or sumthin'. Don't blame me! It was Eddie's idea! His favorite character is Dally! The thing with stabbing Steve was my idea. I liked the whole "best friends angst" idea. It literally takes the meaning of "my best friend stabbed me in the back". LOL! Please review you guys! I wanna know if some of you are actually listening!