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Chapter Three
It had been a few days since the usual grieving of Steve's death. But what was really weird was that we hadn't seen Two Bit around. I glanced around the living room of the Curtis house. I saw Pony and Johnny talking and murmuring to each other, Soda curled up in the corner of couch, and Darry reading the newspaper. But where was Two Bit?
"Anyone seen Two Bit?" I asked. This brought some heads up. Everyone looked around and for the first time noticed he wasn't here, saying something stupid to make us laugh or snacking on some chocolate cake.
"Yeah where is he…?" Pony asked and getting suspicious. I stood up.
"I'm gonna go look for the mickey mouse lover. I'll be back, unless anyone wants to go with me." I said glancing around what was left of our gang. Ponyboy and Johnny stood up.
"We'll go with you." Pony said and I sighed a bit but nodded.
"Alright. We'll be back, Dare." I said and he nodded.
"Be careful." He warned and I nodded before the three of us headed out the door.
"We'll check his house first. Check in with his Ma and lil' sister." I said and the two young greasers nodded. I felt nervous doing this but I'm Dallas Winston. I shouldn't be nervous but yet, I was.
"Dal you alright?" Johnny asked me making me look down at him.
"I'm fine." I almost snapped at him but I kept calm. We finally reached Two Bit's house and a foul stench reached our nostrils right as we set foot on his property.
"Jesus Christ what is that smell?" I asked holding my jacket up to protect my nose. Johnny and ponyboy did the same.
"I don't know, but it smells rotting and foul." Ponyboy said sounding funny. I walked slowly toward the door, cautious of what was behind it.
"Two Bit!" I shouted waiting for a response. I didn't have time for games and if Two Bit was playing hide and seek on us, I was gonna give him a good slap up side the head.
"Two Bit! Get your ass out here now!" I demanded in my scariest voice even Johnny and Ponyboy seemed scared of it. Nothing. No response. Just dead crickets and chirping. Something serious had happened and I pushed the door open making me gasp and nearly throw up.
Two Bit was lying in a pool of blood with a gunshot wound to his chest where his heart was.
"Oh god…" I said feeling myself get sick. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" I cursed over and over again. Now Two Bit was dead. First Steve now Two Bit…
"Dal? Everything okay?" Ponyboy asked from outside. The two couldn't stand the smell so they stayed outside and waited. I shifted and looked around the house looking for Mrs. Matthews or Kate, his little sister. The house was deserted and its life it once contained was gone.
I found Mrs. Matthew's room and she was on the bed, 3 gunshot wounds to her. I nearly gagged and went to find kate's room. I found her on the ground with a gunshot wound to her forehead and a deep wound on her stomach. I ran a hand through my hair and stumbled back to the front door and slammed it behind me.
"We gotta call the cops, get Darry." I said my voice rushed and high pitched. Ponyboy and Johnny looked at me worriedly. They had never heard me like that before and it made them a little suspicious. Maybe worried.
"Wait-you found Two Bit? Where was he?" Ponyboy asked his eyes and voice showing and containing worry. I looked back at Ponyboy, my eyes hardening.
"On the floor, dead."
A Few Days Later…
It was a peaceful day at the Curtis house. But it wasn't the same without Steve Randle or Two Bit Matthews. I looked at the Tv which had some old reruns of Mickey Mouse. I sighed; it reminded me of Two bit. Everyone was down today, even Johnnycakes who was just staring at the ground. We all missed his sense of humor and wisecracking, even if his jokes were stupid. He knew how to keep us laughing at ourselves. I suddenly stood up and punched the wall, good and hard.
"Why the fuck is everyone dying?" I said, biting my lip hard so close I could feel it bleeding. "First Steve now Two Bit. Who's next?" I asked breathing hard but keeping steady. Soda and Ponyboy and Johnny were looking at me with frightened like eyes and Darry stood up, walking over to me.
"Take it easy Dal-" I whirled on him.
"Take it easy? You're telling me to take it easy? How can I do that Darry! Two of my best friends died! They were brutally murdered and I'm gonna find the bastard that did this to them, even if it means I'm next." I said with gritted teeth and walked out the door and slammed it behind me with an angry slam.
It had been hours since I was at Buck's place, slamming down beers and maybe a shot or two. I was drunk off my ass and I needed to go home. Sleep it off. I sighed and pulled on my jacket and started walking home. What's the worst that could happen right?
"Hey you're Dallas Winston right?" I turned and saw a hooded figure in a dark cloak. I narrowed my eyes.
"Who wants to know?" I snapped and he laughed.
"Yeah, you're Dallas." He said with a snicker. I rolled my eyes.
"Look, I don't know who you are but just back off alright buddy." I said with a sneer before turning around and starting to walk.
"I know about your friends dying." He inquired making me freeze and turn around. I walked up to his face.
"Don't you ever mention my friends like that again." I snarled and he laughed some more. "Bite me." He sneered making me launch my fist at his face and fall back. He laughed and jumped at me, punching me making me startled. I felt another blow and another and another. It was endless until finally I could roll to the side and avoid it.
I felt my mouth and nose bleeding, but that wouldn't stop me from being in a fight. He was laughing and taunting me but I kept punching and trying to kick at him. But he only copied my moves. He had me in a headlock, making me unable to breathe.
"Give up?" he asked and I shook my head.
"No." I gasped out and it only made him laugh. I heard the whip of a switch and it opened, making me struggle to get out of his grip. "Let me go!" I demanded and he only laughed. I suddenly felt a pain and looked down seeing the blade in my stomach and was pushed to the ground, feeling my head hit the concrete. He took my head and hit the concrete with it again and again until I felt dizzy my eyes hurt.
"Dallas Winston you are weak." He said and the last thing I saw was him lifting his gun and aiming at me before pulling the trigger.