Title: Memories

Chapter Two: Realization From a Talk With the Dead

Author's Note: I apologies for the first chapter being so short, but it's just the way things worked out. If everyone hasn't figured it out by now this takes place a year after the book. Everything that happened in Outsiders took place in my story. But don't worry all you Dally and Johnny fans out there, I figured out a way for them to still have a part, as you will see in this chapter.

With that being said, please read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I am just going to say that I don't own the Outsiders in each chapter just so I can think of a fun way to say it each time. Unfortunately my brain is already low on ways, so I am already ruining my fun……..

Pony's POV

"Always knew you had a thick head kid, but I didn't want you to go and test my theory." A voice said from above me, making me look up. A pair of blazing blue eyes starred back at me, flashing as the guy gave me a cheeky grin. He had an elfish face and the ears of a lynx. He wore his hair so long it stuck out in the back and fell over his forehead, the brown strands a big contrast to his skin.

"Shut up." I murmured from my place on the ground, squinting my eyes as another stab of pain went through me head. "I'm really not in the mood."

Damn, where did I get this headache? Better yet, where was I? I looked past the guy standing right in front of me and stared at the surrounding area. There was nothing, literally. All I could see was an endless, inky blackness. It was as if I had started walking I would never get anywhere. Of course for me to start walking my head would have to stop throbbing and my legs would have to want to move.

"Cleary." The guy laughed, taking a long drag from the cigarette he was smoking. He held it like an expert, making it look almost like an art. "Damn kid, you got a fucking bottle thrown at you. That hasn't even happened to me, and I was the one who lived in New York for a good chunk of my life." He laughed again as if he had been funny.

"Shut up." Was all I could think of to say. My head was hurting to much to do too much thinking, and it was already protesting from me just being awake. I raised a shaky hand to my head. My fingers touched my forehead and the tips of my bangs. I pulled back when I realized my hand was getting wet. My pale skin was covered in bright red blood.

"You'll be okay." The guy who was still standing above me said simply. He was looking at my wound as if it was a paper cut. I would have been offended, but somewhere deep inside those blue eyes I could see sympathy "Well, what I mean is it's not bad enough to kill you."

"Great." I said sarcastically. "Does this mean I have to listen to you talk more?"

The guy shot me a glare and was about to retort when a voice interrupted him. "Can't yah leave him alone, he's in a bad enough shape as it is."

Another face appeared in my vision, except this one was crouching over me and giving me a sad expression with big, puppy dog eyes. His whole appearance reminded me of a sad, scarred little puppy who had gotten lost in a big crowd of people after his owner kicked him out of the house. He was clearly younger then the other one, and if he would have stood properly he probably would have been shorter too. He gave me a soft smile as I starred up at him, pushing away a few strands of jet black hair as he did. "Hey Pony, long time no see."

I stared at him blankly.

"You got yourself into a mess of trouble, as usual." He said, smiling as if it was an inside joke we always shared. "I would get that head of yours checked out if I were you."

My head, which was still throbbing, was working furiously. I kept looking and looking, but after a few moments I realized that what I was searching for wasn't theret. An odd twisting sensation gripped my stomach with that thought and my heart gave a painful lurch. I opened my mouth and asked the one thing that had been bugging me ever sense I had found myself laying here talking to the blonde haired kid.

"Who are you?"

Both boys stared down at me in shock. "What did you just say?" The blonde finally whispered.

"I said, who are you?." I repeated, more firmly this time. I was frowning, and could feel unease settling in my settling in.

"Pony it's us." The younger one said, sounding frightened. "You know-."

"No I don't." I said, cutting him off as I looked away. I was still searching my brain, but I couldn't find a single memory of them. In fact, my past and present was a complete blank. It was as if this very moment in time had been the only thing I had ever experienced. I couldn't even remember how I had gotten here.

"Shit." The blonde haired one cursed, throwing his cigarette to the ground. "You got hit worse then I thought. Your memory must be gone."

"Well I could've told you that." I shouted. I was really flustered now. It's the weirdest sensation, not having a single memory. "I can't even remember my name." I looked back up at the two when I realized I had said that last sentence out loud.

The blonde one was giving me a serious look, his eyebrows furrowed together and his arms crossed over his muscular chest. The other one was starring at me with great apprehension and a bit of fear in his gaze. He reached out a hand to touch me but I pulled away, staring at him wearily.

The blonde one looked hurt as he pulled his hand back. I tried to apologize, tried to explain that I had no clue why I was doing this, but nothing would come out. But he seemed to get the picture because he gave me a small smile and sad sadly. "It's Ponyboy Curtis, and make sure you don't forget it."

I nodded dumbly. Ponyboy, Ponyboy Curtis. My heart sunk when it didn't ring a bell.

The blonde one stood and dusted off his jeans before turning away. The black haired kid had already started walking into the darkness, and when I looked at the back of his head he gave me a half hearted wave without even turning around.

"We have to go, okay Ponyboy?" The blonde haired one said sadly. "Please, you have to get your memories back. If you don't…." His voice trailed off as he sighed and turned away. "We'll be watching."

I tried to call out to him but my mouth was suddenly refusing to work. My limbs were very heavy and refused to respond when I tried to move them. My head was spinning as the ground fell away, and when I hit the ground the bright sunlight blinded me and I had to clamp my eyes shut.