Chapter Seven

So I didn't get any reviews last chapter. I guess that's okay I'm still gonna update. I know what happens to Soda may seem vital and cruel, but hey, it's death for you. Please review! (: Thank you for reading!

::ACCIDENTS HAPPEN::

SODAPOP'S POV

'BANG!'

My eyes shot open and I was up in a heartbeat. I had struggled sleeping that night so any noise woke me up.

"Darry?" I whispered peeking out from the bedroom door. It was deathly quiet and I knew that was a bad sign. I had seen horror movies where the bad guy waits for the right moment, jumps out and mutilates you right on the spot.

"Darry?" Clatter!

My head turned to the direction of the kitchen and I made a beeline through the darkness. I felt myself trip over my own feet and land head first on the ground. I groaned as I ended up tangled on the ground.

"Ouch," I groaned and held my head as I stood up and fumbled around for the kitchen light on the wall. I flipped it on and heard a muffled screaming coming from the living room. My head spun to listen closely and my eyes widened a bit. I limped to the living room to see Darry unconscious, knocked out with a bump on his head, and Johnny tied up with his mouth duct taped shut.

"Johnny!" I rushed over to him and ripped the duct tape off making him let out a hiss of pain. I untied his hands and saw a frightened look in his eyes.

"Johnny what happened, man?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows together. Johnny shook and rubbed his hurting wrists from when they were tied.

"I-I dunno, man. I was jus' asleep when I heard some noise and woke to find Darry unconscious. I was gonna either call or get you, but he tied me up and duct taped my mouth shut." He said as he wrung his hands nervously. I let out a sigh and quickly ruffled his hair.

"I'm glad you didn't kid." I said before laying Darry in a more comfortable position, putting an ice pack on his forehead and heading back to bed, more alert than ever.

A week after the break in the cops had been patrolling the house like crazy. We weren't allowed to walk alone anywhere. Always had to drive. Ponyboy was scared out of his wits. He kept staring at the note he gotten when he was jumped a week ago.

"Pone you alright?" I asked him as I pulled on my DX shirt, getting ready to go back to work in the first time for a while. Hopefully I wasn't fired or anything. Ponyboy sighed a bit and clenched the note tightly in his fist.

"Soda…I'm scared, r-real scared." He whimpered causing me to frown, sit down and hug him tightly.

"Don't worry Lil' Colt it's gonna be okay. Me and Darry are here to protect you, and Johnny too." I said before kissing the top of his head. He softly sighed and I glanced around before furrowing my eyebrows a little.

"Speakin' of where is Johnny? He knows it's not safe to be out there by himself." Ponyboy shrugged.

"I don't know but you better get to work, Soda. I don't want you to get fired." He said with a small smirk. I chuckled and ruffled his hair.

"Okay kiddo I'll see ya later!" I said and ran out to the ford where Darry was waiting.

JOHNNY'S POV

I had been at my house for the morning. It was very quiet and luckily my parents were asleep instead of fighting or taking a whip at me. I sighed and pulled on my jacket and snuck out of the house and over to Pony's. I saw a ford zoom off and figured Darry and Sodapop must've gone to work. I sighed as I walked on inside.

"Pony? You home?" I asked quietly. Ponyboy looked up with a small quick smile.

"Hey Johnnycakes." He said quietly and looked back at the TV. I took a seat next to him.

"You okay?" I asked noticing the distressed look on his face. He shrugged.

"Just…worried and scared." He said honestly. I understood. It was the note that was bothering him. I sighed and looked at the TV with him, sensing something almost…wrong.

SODAPOP'S POV

It was a quiet afternoon at the DX and business was awful slow. I listened to the silence that surrounded me. Golly I miss Steve… I thought miserably. My bottom lip almost trembled and I could almost cry. I was lucky to still have my job but my boss understood of my situation.

"Golly Steve I wish you was here." I said to nothing and nobody. I sighed and leaned on the counter. The door jingled and a blonde walked on in. It was Kathy, Two Bit's girlfriend. Her eyes were tear stained ruining her make up slightly but she straightened up as much as she could before walking over.

"Hey Kathy." I greeted her with a half enthusiastic smile. "What can I do for ya?" I asked looking at her. Her eyes didn't meet mine.

"Hi Soda," she said and bit her bottom lip. "Can I get a pack of cigarettes?" she asked with a sniffle. I frowned but nodded leaning down and grabbing a pack of smokes.

"Here," I said and she paid. She paused and I looked at her.

"I really miss him, Sodapop. I miss Two Bit; his wise cracking, his handsome looks and just everything. It's different without him." She said before taking the cigarettes and stuffing them in her purse. She finally looked up, her green eyes meeting mine.

"Have a good day, Sodapop." She said before turning to walk out.

"You too, Kath." I said with a soft sigh. I then headed to the garage where I was working on a truck that a greaser dropped off only an hour ago. I walked on in and saw oil spilled on the floor.

"Uh oh there's a mess." I said looking around for the mop. I didn't see it anywhere. I didn't want to trip and fall, getting injured in anyway so I guess I'd just have to clean it up later at the end of my shift or something. I stepped over the puddle of oil and walked to the tool box, picking it up and carrying it to the truck, only to be clumsy and slip.

"WOAH!" I cried out, falling on my back, my head meeting the ground and the tool box landing on my chest with a heavy thud. My breath escaped me quickly making me gasp. Things began to happen fast. I felt pain in the back of my head and tried to get up but I slipped again, getting oil over my DX shirt and pants. Boy was I a wreck.

I heard footsteps and tried to push off my toolbox in time, but the sound of a lighted match was heard and I felt fire. Screaming and panicking, I felt my clothes burning, disintegrating slowly and burning.

"Oh god!" I cried out trying to stop, drop and roll. It made it worse. The fire licked at my skin making me feel really hot and sweaty.

"SOMEONE HELP!" I managed to stand but when I did I only fell back down. My brain was shutting down and my skin was burning up. I felt like Johnny, all burned up and broken. I heard the door open, heard a terrified scream only for my eyes to roll into the back of my head into darkness.

KILLER'S POV

I smirked.

Four down three to go.