Hey, it's Grace, of course. Thanks for the reviews! This is chapter two, sorry it's short. I just wanted to give you guys something, at least.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, they belong to the amazing S.E. Hinton.

Ponyboy's Point of View.

I woke up to loud noises and stomping feet outside my door. It's not that unusual for me to wake up like this, but it was still dark out. Last time this happened, mom and dad had died. I shook the thought off, slightly afraid to climb out of bed, but got up anyway. I opened the door carefully and stepped out toward the living room.

Steve was sitting in the arm chair, blackened and bruised all over, his shirt had a lot of blood on it and I winced. It looked painful. His eyes were closed, nearly falling asleep, Soda was beside him trying to get him to stay awake.

I glanced at the sofa where Johnny laid, bruised and battered just like Steve, only worse. I gagged, he looked terrible.

Dallas looked like he was ready to kill someone, he was standing near the television, staring at Johnny with a frightening look on. If looks could kill, we'd have a war on our hands.

"What happened?" That was when everyone turned from the two boys and stared at me. I already knew the answer, but I was hoping it was just a dream, or a joke, or something.

"Steve and Johnny got jumped." Two-Bit said, not even daring to make a joke. I nodded my head in understanding and walked toward Johnny.

"Shouldn't we try the Hospital...or the police, or something?" I questioned, not fully understanding why they weren't driving them there.

"No." Dallas answered, glaring at me.

"But, they look bad...It's gotta be serious." I knew I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but I would've taken a thousand beatings if that meant they'd be alright, I couldn't lose anyone else.

"I said no, goddamit kid! Don't you listen?" His eyes literally bore into me.

"I do. It's just they look hurt!" I shouted back at him, before anyone could blink he had grabbed me up by the collar of my shirt, throwing me against the wall.

"We take them to the Hospital, they'll want to know what happened, we tell them Soc's did it and we've got ourself a criminal problem. Tell me kid, who do Judge's like more?"

"Come on, Dal, quit." Darry said, pulling him away.

He nodded and left me alone, I walked toward Johnny and noticed his arm. I saw the word, the word we were always called and I gagged. Johnny was a Greaser, but he sure as hell wasn't a hood.

"His arm..."

"What, Pony?" Darry asked.

"His arm.. It says hood."

They all looked at it in shock and disgust. They went too far this time..

Johnny's Point of View.

I was running down the sidewalk, by the DX, trying to get away. The soc's had come back for me and were chasing me, they all had guns and knives. I was defenseless. They yelled obscenities at me, making me shrink back. I tripped and fell and they were on top of me in mere seconds. They were punching, kicking, pulling and tearing. I screamed for help, anyone, any of the gang, but no voice came out.

They laughed and smirked at me, only hurting me worse. I tried to scramble away, but their were too many. I heard a gunshot, looking down, I saw a gun pointed at my chest. The bullet was lodged in.

I was going to die.

"Those assholes! Those freaking bastards! They're dead, all of 'em I swear it!"

"Dallas! Calm the hell down! You're gonna wake Johnny." I recognized the voice as Darry's. He was the only one who would dare interrupt Dallas' rage. Of course, he was bigger than Dally so he probably didn't scare him.

I opened my eyes slightly, jerking back because Soda was right in front of my face, scaring me something awful.

"Sorry Johnny." He leaned away, letting out a sigh of relief.

No one spoke, it was dealthy quiet. I glanced around, Steve was asleep in Darry's chair, Pony and Two-bit were on the floor, where they'd fallen asleep. Darry was standing up, trying to calm Dally down, who had his hands in fists, by his side.

I tried to sit up slightly, wincing because of the pain.

"Are you okay, Johnny?" Soda asked, quietly.

I nodded, afraid to answer.

"Here Johnny, I'll get you a clean shirt." Darry said. I quickly shook my head, the cuts were gonna be too much for Dally to handle. "Really, Johnny. It's covered in blood."

"I'm fine." I whispered, trying to get him to realize.

"Just change shirts, Johnny." Dallas said, strictly. Darry walked to get a shirt. I started panicking, can't show the cuts, can't show the cuts.

I heard a groan, and jerked to look at Steve who had just woken up. We caught eye-contact, and he raised a eyebrow.

"Here Johnny." Darry handed me the shirt.

Steve realized what was happening, and his eyes widened. We both knew it looked bad, and were completely terrified of Dally's reaction, or at least I was.

Soda grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and I grabbed his hands, shaking my head quickly. He looked back at Darry, questioning him, Darry shrugged.

"What's under your shirt, Johnny?" Dallas asked, walking over.

"Nothing." He rolled his eyes, and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. I tried to pry his hands away, but to no use. He got it up mid-way, before he noticed. "Turn around."

"N-no." I stuttered, I couldn't, he would see the 'Soc's Win'

He swiftly turned me around, and I whimpered a bit from the quickness of it. He threw the shirt over my head, and I could hear his teeth grinding.

"Dally..." Darry spoke softly.

It was about five seconds later that Dally had taken off, out the door, slaming it behind him waking up Two-bit and Ponyboy.

Crap.

So, I hoped you enjoyed! I kind of like this chapter, kind of don't. Let me know what you guys think!

-Grace.