A/N: I do not own the Outsiders or Reanimator
Here it is. The reason I made this M. Warning. No one is safe.
Again, if it's tamer than I think, can make this thing a T. What do you all think?
As Bob dragged Randy's body to the lab, leaving a trail of blood behind, he heard banging and crashing.
Thud.
Bang.
It got louder as he got closer to the lab.
He reluctantly left Randy on the ground as he ran outside to find Ponyboy being pulled off what was left of Randy's mustang by his brothers. The windows were shattered. The doors had been smashed. The driver's side mirror had been torn off. A tire iron had been left on the ground.
Their eyes met.
Ponyboy did not move.
Darry and Soda looked at each other.
Ponyboy twitched.
Bob and Ponyboy stared each other down.
Gray green eyes against Black onyx.
The little bastard knows, Bob thought. He knows and he came back for me. He can't get me if I rip him apart first!
With a wild gleam in his eye, Bob was about to run over and tear him apart when he felt something pinning his arms back. He looked down to find the arms holding him back encased in white lab coat sleeves. Greg.
"Let me go, Frankenstein!"
He could hear Greg introduce him as his little brother as he dragged him inside.
Once they were all inside, before Soda and Darry knew what was happening, Ponyboy broke free from their grip and ran after Bob.
Ponyboy pulled Bob away from Greg in a blind rage. Ponyboy may have been undead but Bob had insanity and self-preservation on his side. He threw Pony across the room and Ponyboy's head smacked into a corner of a bookshelf. He slid to the floor. Blood oozed out the back of his head.
"NOT THE HEAD YOU ASSHOLE!" Greg shrieked.
Soda ran over to Ponyboy. Darry was about to retaliate on Bob when he saw that Greg was already on top of him.
Darry heard Soda scream as he held Ponyboy back. Ponyboy' eyes were wild as he tried to rip Soda's head off.
Darry pulled Ponyboy off Soda and held him down. He looked down and saw his eyes were wild. No longer his brother. More like a wild animal. Whatever humanity had been in them before was now gone and replaced by a mindless killer. His brother was gone.
Darry held him down and Ponyboy tried to reach up and grip his throat. Darry placed his knee on Ponyboy's chest and reached into his back pocket for the switchblade. He turned Ponyboy's head to the side.
"Darry! NO!"
Forcing himself to ignore Soda's scream, he plunged the blade in the back if the neck. Where that Godforsaken yellow shit eked out earlier. Where it now sprayed out full blast like a fire hose.
Soda didn't move. He only looked at Darry in disbelief.
Darry looked down at his baby brother. Ponyboy's eyes went from wild to placid. He thought he heard a relieved sigh as Ponyboy's eyes rolled up and his lids gently closed.
Darry rolled off of Ponyboy and cradled his lifeless form in his arms. All he wanted to do was die as well. Something had to be taken care of first. Make that somebody.
He looked up at Bob and Greg who were engaged in their own battle.
He did not know who to go after first.
He decided to watch and wait.
He knew the right decision would be made for him.
Bob head butted Greg and threw him to the floor. He ran to the fire hatchet case, broke the glass with his elbow and snatched the ax.
"What the hell are you doing?" Greg screamed.
"Ever since you came back everything in my life has turned to shit!" Bob yelled, then let out a mad laugh. "Now I'm going to do the same thing to everything in yours!"
Bob swung the ax like a baseball bat across shelves of beakers and test tubes. He chopped open cages of cats, cats springing free across the lab as he went.
Bob was about to after a giant beaker of glow in the dark goo when Greg tackled him. The two wrestled on the ground, pulling at the ax.
Greg pulled it out of Bob's hands and slammed it down. Bob rolled out of its path as it hit the ground. They looked like they were in one of those Tom and Jerry cartoons Two-Bit loved so much.
Bob got up, ran into a room and locked the door. Greg ran after him. He tried to pull open the door but it didn't move. He banged on the door.
"Come out Bob!"
"I'll get the police!"
"In your state they'll happily take you to see mom at Aunt Sylvia's. In Sunrise Acres Asylum!"
"They'll put you in there too once I tell them what you did to that dead kid!"
"They'll do worse shit to you when they find out you're the one that killed him!"
Pump.
Click.
Boom!
Bob blasted his way out.
Greg backed away.
"Bob…."
"Maybe I feel too much Greg," Bob said in a wistful tone, which was a stark contrast to the shotgun he was holding and shooting.
Boom!
"Got to control my temper."
Boom!
"Use my fucking head. "
Boom! Splat!
Bob hit Greg with a shotgun shell causing pieces of Greg to fly everywhere.
He kept shooting at the pieces.
Pumping and shooting.
Pumping and shooting.
Then silence.
"Missed a spot, " he heard Greg's wistful voice sing above the debris. Bob looked down and saw Greg's head grinning up at him from the floor. Bob felt himself shake.
"No, " he quivered.
"I'm sorry, " Greg sing-songed. "I should have said Ponyboy Curtis was my first human subject."
"No, " Bob mouthed. He felt his face crumple and his eyes blur with tears. He pumped the gun and shot, only to find no more shots left. The tears rolled freely down his cheeks and he sniffed and sobbed.
Greg seemed to read Bob's mind as his grin parted into a happy titter.
What was Dad doing when he went away all those days at a time?
"NO!" Bob shrieked as he turned the gun upside down and pummeled Greg's head. He felt the blood spray into his face as he pummeled until the laughing stopped. Until all that was left was a pile of red liquid and goo. Red liquid and goo mixed with neon yellow goo.
When he was done, Bob let himself fall into a sitting position, not taking his eyes off what was once his brother.
Darry surveyed the scene.
Ponyboy lay limp in his arms.
Soda was in shock and dismay.
Bob's blood spattered face just looked blank. Robert Sheldon had mentally left the building.
Holy Crap. There was no need for a rumble to settle this. Darry had been told things were rough all over. Until he saw this he never would have believed it.
Darry stood up with his baby brother in his arms. With a quiet dignity he walked out of the lab.
Soda, his face frozen in disbelief, followed close behind.