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"Any sign of him?" Darry asked as soon as Two-bit stepped into the house. That's all that has been on his mind; If Pony was found. He's been missing all day, and it's almost midnight. Darry thought Pony would be with one of the gang members. He warned him about going out on his own. He tried not to worry, but with the news about the man, he couldn't stop.
"Nothing," Two-bit muttered, sat on the couch and rubbed his face. He knew this was his fault. He let Pony out on his watch, and he still isn't back. When he didn't come back after an hour, he didn't really worry. But when Darry got home and asked where he was, things changed. He realized Pony was gone longer than he said, and it was his fault.
Darry was quiet for awhile, pacing the room. He didn't know what to do. The police wouldn't be much help. Helping find a poor greaser wouldn't spark there interest to help. At the most they'd do a small search, if even. But he knew he needed to act fast if Pony didn't return by morning.
Just then, Soda and Steve entered. They'd been out, and now Darry would have to break the news to Soda. He didn't know how he would take it. He knew it wouldn't go well.
"Hey Dar!" Soda said over cheerful, and at that point Darry didn't want to say anything that would make him sad or worried. You just can't do that to Sodapop.
"Hey," Darry said with a fake smile. He tried to act normal, but he couldn't forever. But Soda knew his brothers more than they think. He knew if something was wrong.
But Soda didn't say anything about it. "Pony in his room?" Steve muttered under his breath 'Always worryin' bout the damn kid' and Two-bit elbowed him in the arm. Darry took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair.
"No," Darry answered.
"Then where is he?" Soda asked, and walked into the kitchen.
Darry took a deep breath. "Soda, he isn't here."
Soda stood in the door way, now confused. "What? Where is he?"
Darry paused, and let the truth out. "I don't know."
XxX
alone in the dark
lost with fear
trying to think straight
but not seeing clear
footsteps behind me
as I tremble with fear
captured I yell
but no one can hear
XxX
"I brought the boy."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, he's in the other room tied up."
The voices talked for awhile, and I gave up trying to listen. My head was throbbing, and all my thoughts were jumbled up. When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry and spinning. I wish it would stop.
I didn't know where I was. I don't remember coming to this room. What time was it? I promised Two-bit I would be back in an hour. I can't freak him out.
I tried to move, but my body was sore. I made a groan noise and slumped back to my original position. My head felt like it was about to explode. I closed my eyes, hoping this was just a dream.
"Is he awake?" I blinked my eyes open to the sound of the voice near me. I looked around and saw two figures standing in front of me.
One turned on a switch, and soon the room was filled with light. I squinted and tried to cover my eyes, but my hands were stuck. I looked at where they were and saw that they were tied up. Great.
"Good, he's awake," one man said. He was a tall man with a big build, almost like Darry. The other one was not as tall but close, with a slight build.
"Who a-are you?" I asked, my voice cracking. My throat felt dry.
"Don't worry about it," the smaller one said, and bent down close to my face. He lifted my chin and examined what I thought was my neck.
He looked back at the other man and nodded. The other man tossed him something, and I heard a click.
"What are you doing?" I asked, a little afraid of what he would be doing.
"You're a runner, correct?" he asked, looking me straight in the eye. He had a very deep voice. I nodded, and avoided his gaze.
I saw his arm go up, and I felt pain in my leg. I screamed and looked at what he did. He had cut my leg deeply. He pulled it out, and did the same to the other. I cried out again, but he didn't stop.
"That should stop him if he tries to escape," He laughed and stood up. He cleaned the bloody off the knife and walked away. The other man just walked away, and the other followed.
I looked at my now bloody legs. I was by now crying. It hurt so damn bad. How did he know I was a runner?
I tried to break my hands free, but it was useless.
I'm screwed.
XxX
You're still here in my heart and mind,
No matter what.
Though you may be away from me now,
But in my heart,
You're still here.
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