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Dallas, Curly, and Tim looked in front of them. There were 2 cops coming at them. A tall blonde and a not so short brunette.

"I am Officer Martial and this is Lieutenant Smith, also known as Officer. You two need to come down to the station with us," the brunette said.

The three hoods met the 2 cops head on. Without taking his eyes off the fuzz, Tim started talking to Curly.

"Curly, I want you to go get Angela and go home," he said to his younger brother. Curly was about to protest but he knew better than to disobey his brother.

"Good luck Tim, Dal". Tim ruffled his hair while Dallas gave him a reassuring nod. Johnny, Ponyboy, Angela, and Curly were about the only kids he'd give the time of the day to. Sometimes even Two-bit Matthew's 13 year old kid sister, Marie and one of Tim Shepherd's gang's little brother. His name is Jacob. He's Curly's age. Jacob is Curly's best friend. Other than them, he despised kids. Steve felt the same way. Even if he chooses to admit it or not, Steve actually cares for and loves Ponyboy like the rest of the gang and Shepherds. Angela cried for hours when she heard about his death and Curly had to keep himself occupied not to think about it. Tim and his gang became more protective and cautious then they already were. Curly scampered off back to the way he came.

"Why are we under arrest?" asked Dally. His voice was filled with annoyance and curiosity.

"We heard that you two boys know who Ponyboy Curtis is and where he lives. The poor boy was brutally gutted alive. We also know that you and your friends were there at the crime scene Dallas. We'll need to ask you 8 some questions," Officer Smith said.

Two-bit's POV

After Dallas left I felt kinda bad. We all made assumptions right after Pony proclaimed the eye color. I knew there was no way Dally could've done that, right? We were all still at the Curtis house trying to get our mind off of what happened, but it was impossible. Pony being a ghost didn't make anything better. It's a relief sure, but he's still dead.

Never again would he have his porcelain complexion or rosy cheeks. I could never mess with him again or hug him. I could never play tricks on my friend again. I put the beer back down on the table in the Curtis kitchen, where I was alone at the moment. Ponyboy blacked out a while ago. I didn't think that was possible but apparently, he fainted. Literally.

I wonder what our other friends, like the Shepherds, would feel like if they knew he was a ghost. I remember Ponyboy said that he can show himself to anyone who he wants to hear or see him. One of those ghost perks. It took him a while to learn how to use his powers but he got it. However he hasn't mastered it.

Ding-Dong

My eyes flashed to the source of the noise. Someone was at the door.

"I got it," Darry said. I took the last swig of beer and got up to go to the door. What I saw surprised me, but not by much. The scene was quite interesting. Tim and Dally were accompanied by 2 officers. I recognized them from when Soda and I were disrupting the peace of the neighborhood. They hauled us down to the cooler.

"Hi Officer Shirley!" I yelled ecstatically.

"It's been a while," added Soda. We used to pick on these guys all the time down at the station.

"Its officer Martial, and yes, suppose it's been a while," he looked at us all with scrutinizing gazes. "We need you all to come down to the station for questioning". A movement flickered from the behind the cops. Ponyboy came bounding in. He threw himself on top of the glass table in the front room. A tiny gasp caught my attention. Tim Shepherd was staring at Ponyboy with his eyes bugged open. It looked like he forgot how to blink. Dally put his hand on the hoods shoulder. Ponyboy gave a small nod to Tim.

Tim regained his composure and tried to act normal. I was certain he thought that he was going mental now.

"Did we do something wrong officer?" Darry asked while looking at Tim and Dally. Glaring at them is more like it. He gave the what-did-you-do-now look. They both shook their heads a little. The cops were oblivious to the entire exchange taking place right in front of them. This proves why they should be fired.

Johnny POV

"No, no not at all son. We're very sorry for your recent loss of your brother," Officer Smith said. Darry said his thanks. "We just want to ask you all a few questions about the gruesome slaughter of your brother. We understand that you boys were at the crime scene the other day".

Pony boy sat up straight and stared at the cops.

Pony POV

The fuzz kept chatting on and on about my death. It was making me upset to relive it. What that guy did to me was horrible and I wanted to find him. I didn't know why the cops cared about greasers now all of a sudden. One less greaser, one less troublemaker; so the cops say.

A fleck of red hair caught my sight. In the doorway were Cherry, Marcia, David, and Randy. David apologized for everything he's done. He broke just like Randy did when Bob died. They looked so uncomfortable right now.

"What are you doing here broad?" asked Dally. He was still ticked about the movie incident that happened 5 months ago.

Her eyes filled with tears, as did Marcia's. Randy and David looked distressed. "We heard about Ponyboy. I can't believe anyone would do that to such a nice boy like him," Cherry sobbed.

"Yeah, we can't believe it either," Soda replied.

The cops turned to Cherry and her friends. "Do you know of anyone who would hold a grudge against Ponyboy?" asked Martial. "No," Randy said. "What if it was just a random killing? What if Ponyboy was at the wrong place at the wrong time?"

I know that's a lie. Other people would be killed too. I had to talk to him through someone.

"Pssh, pssh hey Johnny, come here," I whispered to him, aware that Tim and the gang could hear me. He crept closer just a little bit, eyes still on the scene at hand.

"I need you to do something for me. I need to grab hold of your body real quick," I said. I knew this would be the last thing I could do for a while. I used up about all my power for today. I was around town trying to find out about the murderer. I know what I have to do. I remember what the killer had on that night. If I could find the items from that sick creep, I know I would find the wielder.

He nodded a bit. My friends were looking at me curiously. I prayed that no one would get hurt. I made myself into just a mist to them now. Now no one could see me. Worry was clouding their faces. Please work. My attention focused on the ceiling fan lights. I stared at it closely. Thank goodness no one was under it. I willed it, forced it to break. One by one glass shattered on the floor. I then turned to the other things in the room. Glass from the picture frames fell while the table was rattling. Shrieks and yelps sounded through the room.

I took this time to posses Johnny. I could feel his surprise. Johnny wasn't letting me in willingly. I tried with all my might to get into him. If I was human now, I would be sweating and shaking on the verge of a breakdown. I was already exhausted. With one final push I was already in. Johnny's black eyes turned from black to green grey. While chaos was still happening, his body gracefully danced behind the cop and grabbed his keys. I stuck it in his back pocket.

I then made everything stop.

"I think we better go to a safe place to talk," one of the cops said.

"Just give us a minute," Darry said. He showed them out the door while the gang got their stuff together.

"Ponyboy?" asked Dally. Everyone's eyes were watching Johnny. I guess the green eyes were a dead giveaway.

"Yeah," I said. I walked to Soda's room. The sight nearly brought tears to my eyes. Well Johnny's. It was exactly the last time I saw it. I wrote a note and left it for Johnny in the pocket. I walked back to the living room in a daze.

"Let's go, shall we?" I asked. Tim was still in a daze. One by one we left the house. I just realized something. The killer could've been in contacts, which meant I could've given the gang the wrong information. I was so deep in thought I bumped into someone. I found myself looking into the ice blue eyes of David.

Then everything went black.

Soda POV

Out of the blue, Johnny just fainted. Thankfully Dally and Darry caught him at the same time.

"Johnny, Johnny!" Dallas called. The shy greaser's eyes opened. Instead of green, they were now black again.

"Are you alright?" the blonde cop asked Johnny nodded. I knew that I wouldn't see my baby brother in a while, since he used up a lot of power. Now he's in the darkness or wherever he is. He slowly got up and we all began to walk towards the station, following the cop's car.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Yelled Tim. The 18 year old was in pure outrage.

"Somebody explain why I just saw a dead guy, been through some freaking earthquake, why Cade's creepy black eyes turned green, and getting hauled down in the station while there's some kinda psychotic crazy killer on the loose". Tim was keeping his voice deadly calm. Dally looked at him with a bored expression.

"Easy man, Dally and I will explain to you what's going on," Steve said quietly while looking at the cop car a little ways in front of them.

The 3 went to the back to talk. After a little while they finally made it to the police station.