Hey guys so sorry it took me a while to get this chapter up here…I'm a busy busy girl. Just wanna say that I am going to be using quotes and sayings from movies, and some of them are probably not going to be from the 60s but I'm using them because they fit with the story.
I don't own the outsiders!
9:45 pm
They all just sat in the living room waiting for someone to talk. How could this be happening? Two friends in a matter of two days, it seemed like one of those horror films were everyone is picked off one by one.
"This was found in his jacket pocket. It seems like it's the same killer," Detective Steinwick walked over to Soda and Darry; and handed them a note that was folded four times. Sodapop opened it up and read it out loud so everyone could hear it.
"Whatever you do, don't fall asleep," he paused for a second, turned the paper over, and looked up, "That's all it says, what does it mean? Why is he leaving notes with messages that make no sense at all? Does this guy think this is a game or something?" Soda was now standing right in front of the detectives. His eyes were blazing with anger. He was obviously hoping for an answer that would solve this whole problem, and stop this guy from killing more of his friends.
"Well, that's what…" he stopped talking when he heard the front door open. Everyone turned to see who had entered.
"What's going on?" Johnny had entered his eyes wide with surprise.
"You're Johnny Cade, right; Johnny your friend Dallas Winston was found dead outside of a bar in town. Do you know anything about this?" Detective Perry had talked before anyone else could. She was now standing directly in front of Johnny, it seemed like she suspected him, small, quiet Johnny to have killed his friend Dally.
Johnny glanced around the room, his eyes wide with grief and shock. He shook his head, "No, I-I didn't even know he, he was…"
"Where were you between eight and nine thirty tonight?"
"I was…was…um…" Johnny was starting to get nervous; he didn't like being asked these questions so suddenly. He also didn't want to explain in front of everyone how he was receiving another beating from his father at that time.
"Hey, take it easy on the kid. He just found out his friend was murdered, Johnny you can go sit down," Darry had intervened so Johnny wouldn't have to be in such an awkward position.
"I'm sorry, but I was just doing my job. If you want us to help you find out who killed your friends, then we need your full cooperation," Perry said backing off from Johnny and walking over to Steinwick.
"Here's my number at the office, either you call us or we'll call you. I would like all of you to come in for questioning. If you have any questions or if you need anything just call that number, have a nice night," At that the two detectives left, leaving five very distraught boys to wonder about the incident that just occurred.
"I think we should all stay here tonight. It would be safer than having everybody wandering the streets, okay," Darry said, breaking the silence. Everyone shook their heads yes, and Soda went into the kitchen, Pony went into his bedroom, and Johnny and Two-bit stayed on the couch.
After about five minutes, the silence was broken by a loud crash coming from the kitchen, Darry, Johnny, and Two-bit ran into the kitchen to see what happened. "Soda, you okay? Soda, what are you doing? Calm down…Soda!" Darry had grabbed Soda's arm to keep him from throwing something else on the floor. All this death was driving him to the point of throwing glass dishes on the floor.
"No, Darry I'm not going to calm down! My best friend was just murdered last night and now Dally! I just…it's just…" he collapsed on the nearest chair and put his head in his hands.
"It's okay little buddy, they'll catch the bastard, and we won't have to go through this anymore, alright," While Darry calmed Soda down; Johnny went to see what Pony was doing. He found him sitting in his room on the bed looking down at his knees.
"Hey Pone," Johnny walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. At first he didn't answer, but then he looked up at Johnny and peered into his friend's eyes.
"Johnny, where were you, when…when, we found out about Dal?" He kept looking at his friend hoping to get an answer.
"I um…I got held up at my house. Then I forgot you had invited me over, and by that time it was late. Then I saw the car outside and I came over, then well you know," Johnny looked at Pony with truthful eyes.
"Oh, I just you know. Hey you weren't here when Soda read the note, were you?" Johnny shook his head with a curious look in his eyes. "It said 'Whatever you do, don't fall asleep', weird huh? Johnny, do you want to sleep in here with me and Soda tonight?"
"Sure, if it's alright with you guys," he could tell Pony was scared. The note did say 'don't sleep' and you would think he would strike again while they're sleeping.
Everyone settled down to sleep after about thirty minutes. Everyone slept in Soda and Pony's room, hoping that the note's message wouldn't come true.
Two days later 8:00 am
It was the morning of Steve and Dally's funeral. The parents agreed to have a conjoined funeral for the two boys, because of their friendship. Outside felt like a beautiful, warm spring day, rather than the middle of the summer. It was a very fine-looking service, considering the circumstances. Both boys were placed in Delray Batesville caskets with a least a dozen white roses on top of the caskets. The white roses were a good choice; they symbolized the love they would receive after death and purity which they were deprived of.
After the guys had gotten dressed they headed towards the cemetery. They all walked to the burial ground with their heads bowed and hands in their pockets. The guys wanted to show their friends the respect they have for them, but they didn't want to do it the normal way by bringing everyday crimson roses. They all pitched in and bought pink carnations, symbolizing that they will never forget their friends.
The ceremony lasted about half an hour to forty five minutes. As the guys were leaving detective Steinwick and detective Perry approached them with stern, hard looks on their faces.
"Good afternoon, boys, how are you all holding up?" he stopped in front of us to observe the scene around him.
"Fairly well, considering the circumstances; can we help you with something?" Darry answered.
"Actually, yes, I need all of you down at the station. We have a possible suspect in custody, we need to know if any of you have ever seen him before, shall we," Perry had held her arm out to indicate that she wanted us to follow them to the two cars by the street.
The boys followed, anxiety flowed throughout their veins. What if they caught someone they knew? What would they say, 'yes I've seen him, but he's not the killing type', that sounded convincing. It had to be someone they knew though; because how else would they know how to get into the DX employee room and how else would they know Dally was going out to get pizza? Then again the killer could have followed them.
They arrived at the station and were instructed to sit in the waiting room. One by one they were pulled into the room behind the two way mirror. Darry, Soda, Pony, and Johnny hadn't recognized any of them, but Two-bit identified the man in the blue sweatshirt and jeans. He had met him a few times in the bar, but clearly remembered not giving him any personal information. Then again who knows what Two-bit says when he's drunk. The trip to the station was worthless; at this rate they were never going to catch their friends' killers.
When they arrived home it was already five o'clock and everyone was a little perturbed that they were interrupted on their day of mourning. Because of the events that took place that afternoon, Sodapop became suspicious; it became very clear that someone in this room knew something that no else did.
"Alright guys, something is bothering me and I need to know; do any of you know anything about Steve and Dally's deaths, anything at all?" everyone sat there staring at him as if he had gone insane. Soda starred at them with determination, he was strong-minded on finding answers to his questions.
"Soda, man, why would we know anything? They were friends and we are all just as puzzled as you are," Two-bit said.
"Yeah Soda, why would any of us have anything to do with their murders? What, do you think one of us killed them? Because you are of your rocker if that's what you're getting at," Pony chimed in. Why his brother would be thinking like that is beyond his knowledge.
"Listen man, Steinwick and Perry think we know something…and you know what, I agree. One of you guys has the upper hand here and I'm gonna find out who," he pointed his finger at them and walked towards us in a menacing way.
"How do we know you're not the one who knows something', huh? Why are you accusing us when you're just as guilty, Soda, tell me why," Two-bit had stood up in front of him and was now pointing his finger at Soda's chest.
"Because Steve was my best friend, he has been since I could walk and…"
"Steve was are friend too Soda, as was Dally! I mean, for God's sake Soda, Dally was Johnny's hero man, and do you really think any of us are brave enough to tango with him? I don't think any of us are, so why don't you just calm the hell down and take your theory and shove it up your …"
"Two-bit, that's enough, I think we all need to cool it, let's not forget that we're friends and we need to stick together. No more accusations alright, jeez," Darry stalked off, leaving an awkward silence behind.
There was a sudden knock at the door, Pony got up just to do something rather than listening to the eerie silence. He opened the door to see the mailman standing there with a smile on his face, "Are you Ponyboy Curtis?"
"Yeah, can I help you?"
"I have a letter for you sir, have a nice day!" he said a little too cheerfully.
"But…wait…who's, ugh, stupid mail carriers," Pony was curious as to who sent him the letter. There was no return address; it just said Ponyboy Curtis in scribbled letters.
He unlatched the back and took out a folded note. His heart skipped a beat; he was too scared to open it, because he might not like what he found inside. Another deep breath and he was now looking at more untidy hand writing,
Where you gonna go, where you gonna run, where you gonna hide?
Nowhere... 'Cause there's no one like you left.
"Shit, Soda…Soda come here!" Pony yelled form the door; he threw the letter on the floor, his eyes blurred from tears.
"Pony what's wrong? What happened, are…what's that," he picked the letter up from the floor and read it, eyes getting wider as he got to the end of the sentence.
"Am I next…oh god Soda I don't want to die Soda, please don't let him get me, Soda, please." Pony started crying in his shoulders, too scared to care who saw him spilling out his tears.
Everyone stood silently looking at the note which had fallen to the floor. No one dared to move in case the killer was watching. Whoever was trying to scare them succeeded, no one was safe. Not even a harmless, fourteen year old Ponyboy. The murderer was on the move again, and anyone of them could be next.
Well there's chapter three, once again sorry it took so long. Oh and I know it's a little redundant, but if there are any suggestions I'll gladly take them, but no need to worry the action starts soon!!
The quote is from The Body Snatchers (1993) Carol Malone said it whether she's a character or an actress not sure I never saw the movie. R&R please!!