Title: Memories

Chapter Nine: Interrogating Kevin

Author's Note: Okay, I have to mention for this chapter, that I know squat about cars. I tried to look up on the internet how many seats a mustang has, but couldn't fin a good sight. I think the gang should be able to fit in the car, but if its not possible then I am really, really sorry. But they need to have the car now, its part of my plot. If someone knows a lot about cars, or at least knows how many seats a mustang has, please tell me so I can come up with a way to fix the story.

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I tore down the street behind Darry, taking a corner so tight I almost tripped. The kid Shepard had sent to get us had finally caught up with us and was leading the way. Damn, why can't he go faster? We needed to get there now!

My heart was pumping at a million beats a second and I thought my blood was going to boil over any second. This guy Kevin knew what had happened to Ponyboy, and he was going to tell us where he was or I swear I would kill him. Actually, I may just kill him anyways. Steve looked as serious as I felt, even though there was still a bit of blood on his face. I couldn't see Two Bit and Darry, they were ahead of me.

We spotted the red mustang up ahead, parked on the side of the road next to a lamp pole. A bunch of tough looking guys were standing around the car, all looking extremely bad tempered. How they had gotten Kevin to stop, I really didn't want to know. In the center of the little group was Tim Shepard, clutching an extremely frightened and beat up Soc as if he were a trophy. He had a pleased look on his face, and at the sight of up he pulled the Soc up off the ground and onto his knees.

The Soc had hair the color of hey and shifty grey eyes. I locked his image into my memory, marking him as the one who had taken my little brother away from me. I stormed forward, drawing my fist back to hit him, hard. But at the last second a strong hand grabbed my shirt and pulled me back.

I turned to look up at Darry, and even though he was my brother and I knew he would never hurt me, I still felt a shiver go down my spine from the look on his face. Crap, I forgot how truly scary he could become. His eyes were colder then ice, and seemed to pour hate and raged. His whole body was tense, making his muscles bunch under his white t-shirt. He looked ready to kill, and probably was.

He let go of my shirt and I stepped out of the way. I could tell Darry wanted to handle this. Shepard seemed to get that too because he let go of his prize without question as Darry swooped down and lifted the Soc high in the air by his shirt front. The kid started to gasp and squirm furiously, but there was no way he would get out of Darry's grip.

"Where is my brother?" Darry said slowly, his voice dripping with malice. When Kevin didn't answer Darry turned and slammed him against the light pole. He let out a scream and I thought I heard something crack. He now had a few broken ribs to add to his injury list.

"Where's Ponyboy?" Darry almost screamed. "You know; the kid you chased down, tossed a bottle at, and then drove off with him in your trunk! Tell me right now or I swear I will beat the tar out of you."

Kevin stammered something so fast I didn't think it counted as English. Clearly Darry hadn't understood him because he began to shake the kid. "Alright, alright, alright!" Kevin screamed, his voice sounding funny from being shook so hard. "I'll tell you what I did, just don't kill me."

"I can't promise that." Two Bit said coldly, hitting his fist into his palm. He had that cool, calm look on his face, but the way his eyes were glowing told me he was ready for a fight. I agreed with Two Bit. This Soc already had a death wish from touching Pony at all.

Kevin gulped loudly, but must have thought it better to keep talking. "After we threw the bottle at him he went down hard. I had no clue what to do. I put him in my trunk and drove him past the border to an old dirt rode. It's called Deserted Junction, and I knew there's nothing there for miles. There was no way anyone would find him. I dumped him on the side of the rode. I thought he was dead, I couldn't tell, and I didn't want to get a murder rap."

My breath stopped at those words. Pony, dead? No, it just couldn't be true. He couldn't be dead, not after surviving all that shit last year. We had come so close to losing him to many times, we just couldn't lose him now.

At the word 'death' Darry seemed to slump slightly. His head sagged forward and his grip loosened on Kevin's shirt. There was a long pause, no one saying anything. Darry seemed to come out of his trance because he said coldly. "Shepard, mind doing me a favor. I will really owe you for it."

"What yah need." Shepard asked solemnly.

"I want you to take this kid down to the tracks, tie him up, and toss him in one of the cars going far, far away. I don't care where; just make sure its leaving the state or something. Make sure he can't make any noise either; don't want anyone finding him before the train starts. Leave him there; let the train take him away." He looked up slowly. I couldn't see his face from where I was standing, but Kevin seemed to die on the spot and the people who could see his face all took a step back. "I see you again, I will kill you."

With that he dropped him and stepped back. Shepard's gang swarmed around Kevin before he could move, and I heard him screaming as they took him away. Only Shepard glanced back as he left, an apologetic look on his face. I had a feeling Shepard pitied what we were going through. He had a little brother too.

That left just me, Darry, Steve and Two Bit. Two Bit looked pale, and his eyes were wide. I was sure Steve would throw up any minute, I didn't no skin could turn that shade of green. I still couldn't see Darry's face; he was leaning up against the pole with his head in his hands.

Me, I thought I could just die, right here and now. Pony could be dead. And this wasn't me coming up with the worse scenario on some dark night, this was real. Kevin had thought he had been dead, it had been that bad. And even if he wasn't dead, anything could have happened to him. If he had followed the road back here he would have past right through Soc territory, and that would mean he would be dead for sure. Or worse; that thought made me shudder. And if he hadn't, he could be all alone, lost somewhere. Probably thinking his big brother's would have saved him by now. Shit, shit, shit, shit.

I wiped the tears that were streaming down my face, trying not to cry again. Crying wouldn't help Pony, and I was turning into a bawler. But it was hard. Every time I tried to choke them down they just came up stronger.

I heard Darry let out a long breath and looked up as he straightened. His face was set in grim determination. "We got to get over there; there could be some chance we can figure out where he went."

"What if he's still there?" Steve asked quietly, his voice cracking from emotion. I knew what he meant, and I couldn't hold back a sob.

"He's not dead." Darry said firmly. "I will not give up on Ponyboy, not till I'm staring at his body. Now come on, we got to get to my truck."

We all turned to head back to the house, but stopped at Two Bit's shout. "Why should we go in a piece of rust when we can go in style?" He walked over to the mustang and pulled the keys from the ignition, which Kevin had left. He was grinning broadly as he tossed the keys to Darry. "Keep it as a gift from Kevin, you guys deserve it, and he clearly doesn't."

We all couldn't help but grin at this. At least one good thing had happened. We were probably the only greasers with a mustang, and I personally couldn't wait to see everyone's face when they saw us driving around in it, especially the Socs. We all climbed into the car, it was a real tight fit but it worked. Darry turned the key and the car started immediately, and the car roared to life.

Darry tore of down the road, and just for a moment we were all enjoying ourselves. But then the weight of what was happening settled in, and we all became our depressed selves. For the longest time there was nothing but silence, and then Darry glanced at Two Bit and asked. "So, what is this about a 'piece of rust' that you seemed to refer to as my truck?"

I had to laugh at how pale Two Bit became.