DISCLAIMER: All right…I'm ready to admit it. I don't really own The Outsiders. I know you all thought I did, but it's finally time for me to come out of the closet. I'm not S.E. Hinton. I'm sure you're surprised and dismayed, but it's the truth. Now on with the bold-lettered author's note…
Wow I haven't updated this thing in almost a year! But I thought this needed a new chapter, so here it is! I'm not a big fan of this chapter though, as I was a tad distracted while writing it by Criss Angel getting crushed by a steam roller. My bad. Now, on with the story, I hope you enjoy!
"MWAHAHA!" Sodapop Curtis exclaimed; his brown eyes nearly busting out of his eye sockets they were so wide as he fiercely stirred the green bubbling concoction inside his plastic cauldron. Just as Soda began pouring the strange liquid into several bowls when his younger brother, Ponyboy burst in through the back dressed as Pooh Bear and carrying a pillowcase filled with candy.
"Soda, what is that?" Pony asked, setting his bag of goodies on the table.
Sodapop whirled around violently; his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messed, in a nut shell he looked as though he hadn't slept for days. "PONAYBOI!" Soda yelled, rushing over to his brother, carrying a bowl of his green slime. Pony looked rather confused but took the bowl he was offered. Soda looked at the younger Curtis with a crazy look in his eye. "Eat it!" He said, rubbing his hands together frantically.
Ponyboy cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure this is edible, Soda?" His brother's reply was simply a hyper nod. Pony wanted to make his brother happy, so he took a nice gulp from the unknown substance. Suddenly Pony's face turned purple, his eyes rolled back and he fell straight to the floor. Ponyboy Michael Curtis was dead. Soda's smile faded.
"WTF, Mate? My pea soup killed him?"
Sodapop couldn't stand what he had done to his little sibling and scampered out of the room ever so femininely.
That was when Two-Bit scuttled into the house dressed as Snow White. "Oh my!" He yelled when he saw the dirty dishes filled with a strange green liquid. "This just won't do!" Two-Bit then called for his animal friends who began to clean out the cauldron and bowls sitting around the kitchen counter. Two-Bit then turned to start mopping and found the youngest Curtis brother sprawled on the floor quite dead. Two-Bit screamed his most womanly scream and knelt down near Ponyboy.
That was when Steve walked in, dressed as Harry Potter. He stared wide-eyed at Two-Bit and Ponyboy; his drawn on scar began to burn with fury. "YOU! YOU'RE VOLDEMORT DISGUISED AS THE MOST ANNOYING OF THE DISNEY PRINCESSES! YOU'VE KILLED MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER!" Steve then pulled out his wand and pointed at Two-Bit's right eye. Two-Bit panicked, picked up the bowl filled with green goo near Pony and thrust it at Steve's face, killing him, but not before Steve had muttered the curse, "Youkyvacantacatchethmegaynetsathoughtsoh!" which killed Two-Bit as well.
Just as the two homicides had ceased Dallas came in dressed as Clay Aiken along with Johnny who was dressed as Tom Cruise. The pair walked into the kitchen to find the lifeless bodies of their friends Ponyboy, Two-Bit, and Steve. They stared for an undisclosed amount of time before Dallas took Johnny away from the terrible sight towards an empty bedroom, but not without taking a bowl of the green gloop with them. Unfortunately for Clay and Tom, Dallas and Johnny died before reaching the room.
Now, back in Sodapop's room was where Sodapop sat, holding a gun, prepping himself to kill. There was no way anyone would believe Ponyboy's death had been an accident. He'd have to kill anyone who tried to walk through his door. He loaded his gun, stood up, and pointed the gun steady at the door, ready to shoot.
Hours later the eldest Curtis brother, Darry, came home in quite a bad mood. Halloween pranksters had egged the house he was roofing, making him unable to finish on schedule. All he wanted to do was sit in his chair, read the day's newspaper seven times over and maybe get a back rub from Soda. Needless to say, when Darry had walked well inside he discovered his friends and youngest brother lying lifeless throughout the house. He was quite confused and ready to go crazy mad. But first he had to find Sodapop. "Soda?" He exclaimed. "SODA?" He said again. He must be asleep in his room. Darry stepped over Dallas and Johnny, who lie dead in an embrace that even George Bush would find beautiful, and walked down the hall to his brother's room. He opened the bedroom door slowly and was, of course, quite shocked at what he saw.
"GODDAMMIT! WHY IS IT ALWAYS MY HOUSE?"