Chapter 3

A/N: This is more of a filler chapter. I posted it today because I had some spare time (no social life) and would rather not post one really short chapter tomorrow. This whole chapter is in Ponyboy's POV. I hope you enjoy this rather short chapter. To everyone who reviewed last chapter I will leave a response in the chapter I post tomorrow.

I do not own The Outsiders or any of the characters. S.E. Hinton does.

I had the strangest dream when I went to sleep that night. It wasn't a nightmare, at least I don't think it was. Besides I was able to remember this one.

(Dream Sequence)

I was surrounded in the cold, white hospital room. I was lying down with Soda sitting next to me. He was whispering in an unfamiliar language. It sounded like gibberish. "Soda," I asked. He looked up at me. His eyes were clouded over. He stared at me for a short period of time before turning into mist and disappearing. The walls began stretching and the color gradually turned black. All the machines were gone along with my bed. I was standing in complete darkness. A dim light focused on one spot. There I saw a figure, It's back turned toward me. "Hello!" I called my voice echoing around me. It showed no indication of hearing me. I took a few steps before it turned to face me. "Darry?" I ask. We stood in silence until the man answered me.

"I am not Darry," it explained in a monotone and warped voice, " I am Zlaboe and I have an important message for you." I nodded. He walked away from me leaving a small blue box in front of me. I hesitantly grabbed the box and examined it. There was a small button on one of the sides reading, "Press Here". I pressed the button and a message replayed continuously.

"You have been chosen for this gift. You have been chosen for this gift." I have been chosen for this gift?

I began getting paranoid. "What gift!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Why was I chosen?!"

(End dream sequence)

It was my doctor that woke me up.

"Ponyboy," Dr. Lowerst said, "It's time to start your physical therapy."

"Okay," I nodded.

"How did you sleep Ponyboy? I need to know before we can start."

"Good. I guess."

A/N: How'd you like this chapter. It's not my best but its needed for future chapters to make sense. I will probably post a chapter every day or two since its summer and everyone I know is in D.C. right now. As Joey Graceffa once said, May the odds be ever in your favor. Good day and Bye.