"Don't," Steve says. His eyes crinkle up at the ends and he looks, terrified, at the gun in Sodapop's shaking hands. "Don't you dare do it, Sodapop."
Soda cocks the trigger, sets his feet apart slightly, just the way Dallas taught them to, and aims the gun.
"Don't, Soda," Steve says with more force, but he can't bring himself to move in the chance that the gun goes off anyways. Everyone watches in fright- except for Darry, who had died in the last raid- and breathing has ceased in this moment in time. "Soda," the words come out like glass wrapped with barbed wire, he has never wanted his best friend to touch a gun, "please," to turn into this machine that just is, "Soda, don't..." and they watch in horror as their friend cocks the gun and twitches his finger, "DON'T-!"
bang
Ponyboy's lifeless body slumps to the ground, and doesn't move anymore.