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Evie's POV.

As the red Conviar swerved to the side of the road Steve shoved me behind him. "Stay." he ordered in a rough voice; his face hard and emotions gone.

"Grease..." voices crooned as the teen boys left the car. I counted four of them. I barely managed to catch myself when I stumbled over something on the ground during my slow walk backwards. My eyes travelled to the ground to see a bottle on the ground, the fainted Pepsi label on it tearing from wetness. I kept walking backwards until my back reached a wall. Steve and the socs were a good ten feet in front of me, I doubt they even noticed me.

I knew I should have ran for help, get another greaser, maybe from the Tim Shepard outfit or Brumly Boys, they always had a blade on them to scare them off, but instead I stood there like an idiot while the socs approached Steve. When one of their eyes met mine I nearly screamed.

"Looky here," the same one laughed. "Trying to protect your girlfriend.." he laughed joined in by his friends. Their eyes looked at my body up and down, taking in every detail, stopping where a few of my well defined curves were well shown off. I wished I hadn't dressed so permissibly.

I folded my arms over my chest protectively and glared back, don't show fear. Number one rule if you wanted to survive, I learned that with socs and real hoods like everyone else. They prey on it.

"Argh!" I broke eye contact with the tall blond haired boy to look at where the yell came from. I looked back in time to see Steve and one of the socs rolling around on the ground. As if on cue the rest of them ran up and peeled Steve off of him; tow of them grabbing his arms and the rest lining up in front. I sttod in stunned silence while they mocked him before finally taking the first punch. Steve's grunt of pain seemed to wake me up from my daydream-ish state. "Let him go!" I shrieked hitting the closest one with my fists onto his back. He turned around furiously grabbing ahold of my wrists mid-air.

He leaned in so close I could only see the swirling black-grey of his eyes. "Wanna try that again?" he seethed, the smell of cigarettes and clogne wafting into my mouth and nose.

I twisted my wrists wildly trying to free myself but his grip only seemed to get stronger leaving bright red marks that would later turn purple on my forearm. Before I had a chance to make a snide remark back a wild war cry like scream echoed through the air as I heard loud grunts and thuds; sure signs of a fist fight.

My holder spun his head around as did I to see what was happening. Just a few feet away from us where Steve used to lie with the socs stood him and Two-Bit Mathews: both on their feet and and fighting off the other socs furiously.

I heard a muffle grunt while my holder looked between his friends and me deciding what to do. A second later I felt blood run back into my hands and he let go and ran towards the scruffle of a fight.

I looked around helplessly for a second before I spotted the old pop bottle I fell over before. Running to it I threw it to Two-Bit who easily caught it and gave me a wide grin as if he was enjoying this. Hell he probably was, seemed to me like most people did. I wasn't one of those people, that was for sure. They made me feel sick.

Once Two-Bit busted the bottle on the ground it became apparent that we were winning, the greasers that was. Slowly foot by foot the socs were getting pushed back towards there car.

I was right about ready to break out into a grin about the fight ending before I heard a sicking shatter and felt a sharp pain shot through my head right before the ground came up to meet me.

Two-Bits POV

I could feel blood and sweat slid down my face as I wielded the bottle from left to right forcing anyone in front of me backwards. My knuckles were all split open and I had no doubt that my face wasn't looking to good, but that was probably a sure hell of a lot better than how Steve was.

Before I got here I saw Steve being held down by a couple of socs while the third took swings at him, and once your down it was mighty hard to get back up. Usually he can handle himself pretty good, but some of these socs were really vicious, good too. Blocking almost all my shots and by the time I knew that they did block it their other fist would already be on my face. Probably does some sorta fancy sport, like kick-boxing or wrestling.. I figured in my mind.

A sudden scream slit through the air and I along with everyone else turned to see where it came from. I heard Steve suck in a quick breath of air while my eyes found its origin. There, not even five feet away, I saw Evie slumped lifelessly in a forth socs arm, a strange wetness glistening off her hair. Blood. Looking back I realize that I didn't eben know their was a forth soc.

Everything was silent for a second, like no one could really take in what was happenig. Then it all came back in a sudden rush off noise and movement.

"Common lets go!" I heard someone yell and instantly everyone slid into the car making my eyes travel back to the car. I heard Steve scream loud cusses as he reached into the car and started hitting the driver. It was to late though, the car was already in drive and peeling away from the curb. Steve let go and fell into a pile on the ground around ten feet after.

He got up and started running after the car but didn't get far before I tackled him to the ground. "Common Steve lettem' go." I shouted using all my strength just to keep Steve on the ground along with all my weight.

He shouted in protest twisting and squirming under me trying to get loose. After a good few minutes he finally stopped but his body still shook in utter rage, or so I thought then.

After making sure he wouldn't take off I loosened my grip on him though stayed posed over him. I waited for him to calm down, but once in didn't happen after a few minutes I shook him until he looked at me eye to eye. To my shock his eyes weren't just filled with anger like I thought but also with fear. I almost let go of him. What the hell was Steve scared off? Seconds later it was answered.

"They got Evie.." he murmured so low I almost didn't hear him.

"What?" I looked at him in disbelief.

"They got Evie!" he yelled in frustration, his face red; eyes wild.

I looked back to the sidewalk where we had fought moments earlier and to my shock saw no sign of life. Not a footstep, not a movement, not a body. No Evie.

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