Hey guys sorry I took so long. I'm going to leave this one alone for a while possibly soon. Not right now though. In like July or something. Going to start new stories and I have to finish my other ones. I hope you like this! :) Review please. Ideas are appreciated. Plus I would like to thank all my reviewers out there. If you would like to see me write a certain story of your choice, I will consider it. Any story on The Outsiders.

PONY's POV

My eyes snapped open and I found myself in the lot.

"What am I doing here? Shit, Darry's going to kill me for this," I said out loud. I ran back home as quickly as I could. I was glad the rain stopped. The weird thing was that I didn't feel cold or wet or anything a matter a fact. Blue and Red lights surrounded my house as I got there. There were at least 5 police cars. Oh no. Now I'm going to get sent to a boy's home and never see the gang or my brothers ever again.

I tore open the door, in the process nearly ripping it by its hinges.

"Soda, Dar-," I stopped in my sentence. The sight I saw is something I wish that I would never see in my life. Darry's head was shielded by his arms, a look of hopelessness to himself. His shoulder's were shaking and up and down. Sobs escaped from his lips. He was...crying? Something must have been very bad to make him cry. He never even shed a tear when our parents died.

Two-bit was rubbing his back in comfort. A tear slid down his cheek. His body language showed that he was tense, distressed, and...pained? Johnny was crying softly into Dally's shoulder, his body racking from sobs like an earthquake. Dally has a look of even more hatred in his eyes than usual, but a mournful look for whatever reason. The worst one odd was Soda. He seemed to be face down on the couch in hysterics. He was shaking more than Johnny and that was saying something. He was muttering no occasionally. The sight broke my heart. Steve was comforting him, eyes puffy and red.

"Um, guys, what's wrong"? Nobody even looked up. I bet you can tell how loved and missed I feel right now.

I went over to Soda. "Soda"? He still wouldn't see me.

"What's wrong? WHY WON'T ANYBODY ANSWER ME?" I Screamed. I put a hand on Soda, but to my surprise, it faded inside of him.
I yelped and stumbled backwards.

"What in the world?" I muttered. Then in one burst, everything came back to me at once.

My killer brought the knife down, digging it deep into my guts. I screamed in agony as it was ripping my flesh open. He cut some of my intestines out, making it fly on the concrete. My screams got louder. I was begging for him to stop.

"SHUT UP!" I felt him slug me in the face. He stood up and slammed his foot in my knee. My screamed carried out in the lot, making blood spurt from my mouth. My vision was fading in and out at an alarming rate. He kept stabbing my in various places repeatedly, laughing at my anguished shrieking. All the while I was being tortured, I was thinking of my family and the gang. I hope they would carry themselves on without me. Tears were silently slipping down my cheeks. I no longer felt any pain or had the energy to scream.

"Goodnight Ponyboy Michael Curtis," he whispered in my ear. How he knew my name? I had no idea, but I hope I would come back alive and slammed his ass out a window on the twin towers.

He took off his mask. I caught a glimpse of his features again. He looked oddly familiar somehow. I looked up at the sky as I took my last breath.

The Image of my black and red blood splattered on the pavement along with my intestines haunted my mind. Realization struck me. I'm a freaking ghost, and I'm dead.

I stumbled into the T.V. That's what got everyone's attention. My form lost its solidness and turned back into a ghostly mist.

"What the fuck," Dally said.

I had to get into contact with them somehow. Either I better possess somebody or have to get my solid form back.

Darry's POV

The T.V. suddenly jolted backwards on the shelf. We all stood up. Dally muttered a curse word. Soda suddenly looked up.

"Darry," his whisper was so soft. I had to do a double take after I saw his appearance. It wasn't his complexion. It was his eyes, Ponyboy's eyes. His green-grey orbs bored into mine. My knees shook from the shock.

"What," Steve muttered. He backed away from Soda.

"Darry, please you have to help me. It's me Ponyboy!" He exclaimed. Johnny sucked in a gasp.

"Soda, this isn't funny. I know your still in shock but Pony's dead," Two-bit said with a bit of sorrow, gentleness, and harshness.

"No, please. You have to believe me. Look into my eyes," I looked and so did everyone else. I saw a flicker of recognition. Those eyes that had Soda captivated were the eyes of my baby brother. I felt myself become woozy and collapsed.

Johnny's POV

Soda...I mean Ponyboy was right. It was him, my best friend in the whole wide world. It seems he possessed Soda or something. I saw Steve, Darry, Dally, and Two-bit suddenly fall to the floor. A moment later, so did I.

Pony's POV: My friends collapsed to the floor after looking into my eyes. I'm not sure what happened, but ok. A tingle came out of my body and I saw Soda. I was now outside of my brother's body. The experience was terrifying but so fascinating.

"Ehh, what…what happ-," Soda suddenly stopped in mid sentence. He was looking straight at me. I thought maybe he was looking at one of the guys.

"Ponyboy!" he screamed and fainted.

Soda's POV

The next morning I found myself on the living room floor with the rest of the guys. Feeling dizzy and confused for a bit, last night's dream hit me. It was the strangest feeling ever. I felt my eyes go wide and my breathing hitched. My baby brother was really gone. That bastard, no that monster, took my angel's life away from him. They took him away from us, from me.

A groan came from beside me.

"Morning Steve." He gave a morning back to me. The rest of the guys woke up too. Without a word, Darry headed off into the kitchen to make breakfast. The rest of us followed and sat at the kitchen table. Still mournful for the loss of their baby brother, the gang hardly spoke until Two-bit, broke the silence.

Ponyboy's POV

I was sitting on the kitchen counter trying to stay solid when the gang went in. I went back to my ghostly mist, but had just enough power to stay on the counter. The smell of bacon hit me while I watched Darry cook. There was only silence until Two-bit broke it.

"I had the strangest dream last night. When we got home, Ponyboy possessed Soda and said that he was alive," This got everyone's attention. Darry even had to turn around for a second.

"You too," Dally said. The hood was taken aback by his friend's statement.

"My dream was like that but slightly different. I was crying on the couch, but then everything went black. The next time I woke up I saw some kinda...ghost that looked like Pony." Soda's face was pained when he said my name. I felt kind of bad for it. This took everyone back. Damn, they all believe it was just a dream. I have to show them somehow. Darry set the food at the table. From when I woke up, I found out I had some powers.

I ran to the table at lightning speed and grabbed bacon when no one was looking. I flew back to the counter and gracefully leapt back on it. I can't believe no one noticed a floating piece of bacon in no air. Even though it went straight through me to God knows where, I sat there munching on the bacon in amusement.

"Hey Two-shit, you took the last piece of bacon!" Dally shouted. Two-bit's eyes found the plate.

"No, I didn't. I took 2 just like everyone else." He was quick to defend himself.

"Well I made enough for everyone to get 2, but Johnny only has one." Aww, Darry, always the voice of reason.

Their bickering went on and on and I decided enough was enough, but the sight was so amusing. I let out a bell like laugh, which sounded shadowy, but majestic at the same time. The guys stopped what they were doing and looked at my direction.

"Did you hear that?" Two-bit asked.

"It sounded like a child's laughter," Johnny said just above a whisper. His eyes looked frightful but curious.

"It sounded like…." Everyone knew he meant me, but no one was about to say it because it sounds crazy.

"Guys, what if last night wasn't just a dream. What if he's still here," Soda pronounced desperately. I used up the strength I could muster and made myself visible. I coughed out loud, making everything stop and all eyes focused on my blue misty body.

"Miss me?" I smirked. Every eye and gaping mouth was on me.