Author's Note: oh dear, i suck at life. Sorry this took way too long to be updated. I kind of forgot what direction i was going in with the story. There have also been quite a few personal reasons ( that i won't go into) for why i haven't written in so long. I have the next chapter planned out but i won't promise you a certain date for when it'll be posted because god only knows how long i'm going to take. i tried my best for this chapter. I hope you like it. btw, italics is when somone is talking to themselves.
Disclaimer: i don't own the oustiders.
Warning: curse words. violence. some gore.
Chapter song(i try to start every chapter with one): Doomsday - by Atreyu

I walked the streets flirting death
But it never kissed back
I'm so lucky so cursed so fucked up
But that's the way that it goes
Seems like doomsday has come early this year
The last angel has gone
October 25th – 9:30pm

Steve Randall had left Angela Shepard alone in the room for only a minute.

"I'll be right back" he had told her before sauntering down the hallway. Believing that nothing bad would happen to her, he wasn't in that much of a rush. He was in a daze, trying to absorb what was going on. Soda, who had been in the bathroom, was leaning against the doorframe putting on shoes when Steve appeared.

"Something messed up is going on with Angela. At first I thought it was Tim & Curly playing some sick joke on us but now I'm not so sure. She told me he was dead Soda" Steve said with a slight tremble in his voice.

"Who is dead?" Soda said in alarm, head shooting up to look Steve in the eyes.

"I think she's covered in blood man." Trying to regain his posture, he took a deep breath and ran a hand through his greasy black hair.

"Steve. Who is dead?" Soda repeated. But Steve never got to answer his question. It was at that exact moment when every light in the house went out. Steve and Soda looked at each other with fear in their eyes, both thinking one thing. Angela.

"Angela?" Soda called out as he and Steve ran to the room where she was. Silence was their only answer.

"Angela! It's Soda and Steve! Angela!"

"Where the hell did she go" Steve said. He walked over to the lamp and flipped the switch up and down a few times. "Damn it! Someone cut the god damn circuit. I need to go downstairs and fix this" Steve said.

"No, don't. Just find a flashlight or something. Darry knows more about all that electrical stuff then you do and I don't want to go downstairs and see a fried Steve" Soda said, trying to laugh.

"Whatever. Maybe you should go get Darry now then. In fact, get everyone. They probably should be home so we can figure out what the hell is going on around here" Steve suggested. He was trying to sound macho to hide the fact that he was a little scared.

"Good idea." Soda started off towards the door and stopped when he didn't hear anyone moving behind him. He turned around and squinted to try and see Steve's outline in the dark. "Aren't you coming with me?"

"Nah. I think I'm going to stay here and see if Angela comes back. I'll try to find flashlights and candles or something so we have at least a little light until Darry fixes the circuit breaker."

"Be careful man. You know, just in case someone really did kill Kevin. That lunatic might still be around." Steve nodded and told Soda not to worry. The door slammed shut and Steve was alone. The wind howled outside and the house creaked causing Steve to jump.

- Steve-

"Is someone there?" He called out. No one answered. Of course no one answered you idiot. You're alone.

"Grow up you pansy" Steve whispered to himself before venturing off to find a light source.

Over the next few minutes the house got progressively colder. It was when another huge gust of wind blew that Steve heard something. It sounded like the rustling of papers and the chattering noise of blinds. Abandoning the room he was currently in he went to find where the wind was coming from. As he passed the kitchen he realized that the wind was coming from there. The window above the kitchen sink was wide open and papers from the table were flying everywhere. What the hell. Who opened the window? A thin stream of light from a nearby streetlamp was coming through the window. Steve made it over to the window with the help of the light. He lifted up the dusty white blinds and tried to shut the window. It was jammed.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" Steve yelled. He turned around to find something to help him shut the window and nearly let out a scream. Someone was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, with their head on the table resting against their arms. Cautiously, Steve walked closer. Who was it? What was wrong with them?

"Uh. Are. Are you okay?" Steve asked stuttering. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How do you know this person isn't going to kill you! Wait a minute.

"ANGELA?" Steve yelled in shock. He had recognized the girl's outfit and hair once he got closer.

"Oh my god. Where have you been? Me and Soda didn't know what happened to you" Steve spewed out. "Angela?" He shook her shoulder when she didn't answer.

"Angela?" He gently turned her head to face him and watched as one of her hands limply slipped out from underneath, falling down on her lap. In shock he realized why she had not answered him. Angela Shepard was no longer living.

"Holy shit"

Her face was very pale and her skin was cold. Blood was caked on her chapped lips and both her mouth and eyes were open, froze in a state of shock and fear. The letter X was deeply carved into her irritated and swollen wrists. There was a trail of blood smeared all over the pale green tablecloth.

Steve backed up, bumping into the counter. Her eyes, they were staring at him, burning holes through his body. I can't. I can't. I'm sorry Angela. He bolted towards the door. Almost there he told himself.And then he was on the floor.

His eyes were slipping in and out of focus and his head was throbbing. Something hard had stepped right in his way and in his hurry he hadn't seen it. A booted foot came down suddenly on his chest and he gasped for air. Rolling over on his side he curled up in a ball. One of his ribs was cracked. "What the hell man" he coughed. Someone laughed from above him. Reaching out in front of him he found a broom that Ponyboy had forgotten to put away. Steve leaned forward and took a swing at the person and the broom hit his back. The person seemed unfazed by this and laughed once again.

"Bye Steve" the intruder said in a raspy voice. He lifted up a blade and went in for the kill.

"No!" Steve yelled as he tried to shield his face from the knife. The cold metal lodged itself into his arm. Steve screamed in agony as the killer pulled out the knife and went to strike again. With all the strength he could muster, Steve latched onto the floor and pulled himself forward. This time the knife went straight into this thigh. Another scream escaped from his lips. Grabbing the handle, the intruder began to twist the knife around, pushing it further into his leg. But as quickly as this had started, it stopped. The door slammed and Steve was alone once again. His whole body was throbbing with pain and he knew that if Soda didn't return soon he'd die from blood loss.

-Soda -

It was cold outside, and he had forgotten a jacket. No cars were on the road tonight and the only sound he heard was the crunching of leaves as he walked down the street. The walk seemed to be taking forever. When he was three blocks away he began to run. This was taking too long. People were milling around the outside of the house and most waved or said hi to him as he passed. He whispered out rushed greetings and ran into the house.

It reeked of booze and smoke. Fighting his way through a group of scantly clad girls and shirtless guys, he searched the room for his friends.

"FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT"

"Come on Dallas. Man up. I know this has something to do with you!"

"Ah, shut the fuck up Shepard. You're giving me a headache!"

"I'll give you a god damn headache!"

Soda had found his friends. He rushed over to where a circle had formed around two drunken men, Dallas Winston and Tim Shepard. He got there just in time to see Tim lunge at Dally. Both men fell to the floor and began wrestling and punching each other.

"Excuse me"

"Coming through"

Soda heard the voices of his brother Ponyboy and his friend Two-Bit and looked up to see them pushing through the crowd.

"Dal come on, stop it!" Ponyboy said.

"You guys are getting absolutely nowhere. Especially since you're both drunk" Two-bit added. It was true, both men were trying very hard to hurt the other but it wasn't really working because they were temporarily uncoordinated.

"Can someone please help?" Pony asked. Two older men walked forward and pulled Dally and Tim off of each other.

"He did something to my sister!" Tim yelled in a rage. Dally scowled and pushed off the hands of his restrainer. He casually leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

"Tim, believe me, if I did something to your sister then everyone would know" Dally said with a smile. The words came out slurred. Two-bit laughed.

"Tim, what's wrong?" Soda finally spoke up, surprising everyone around him.

"My sister is missing! She was supposed to be here already." Soda gulped.

"You mean she isn't here?" He asked.

"NO SHE IS NOT YOU MORON. I just told you that!" He ran a hand through his hair.

"Holy shit you're all a bunch of idiots. I need a fucking drink" Tim said before stalking off to find more alcohol.

"Jeeze. Remind me to never mess with Tim when he's drunk" Two-Bit whispered to Ponyboy who laughed in response.

"Hey Soda! You finally made it!" Dally came stumbling over to him and slapped him on the back.

"Where's Stevooo" he asked.

"Uh. Guys, something happened back at the house. You all need to come home." Soda glanced around the room. "Where's Darry?"

"Hold on, I'll get him." Pony disappeared into the crowd and returned a few moments later with Darry.

"What's wrong Sodapop? Where's Steve?" Darry asked, noticing that he was the only one missing.

"Listen, I can't explain it to you here. I'll tell you guys on the way home. We just need to leav-" Soda stopped mid sentence. There was a loud crash, followed by a thud and a few screams.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE!" The gang heard Tim's brother Curly shout. The music that had been blasting all night stopped. For the second time that night, everything went silent. Something bad was about to happen.

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