.::I do not own the Outsiders::.

"My sweet revenge
Will be yours, for the taking
It's in the making baby "

Twobit walked with Steve towards Pony's daycare. Angela would also have been there but Curly was sick and didn't make it to daycare. Soda was working an extra day for some more dough needing it for Pony's therapy sessions. Miss Sharon was at the entrance alone, they greeted her walking in. She led them inside where Ponyboy was sitting down with Cherry talking about his kitten. Steve grinned, "Hey there Pony. Who is this little broad?"

Twobit nudged him saying in a mocking voice, "It's his girlfriend."

Ponyboy blushed madly pouting, "She is not my goiwlfwiend!" He hissed.

Cherry giggled, "And I already have a boyfriend!"

Steve whistled low, "Daam-"

Sharon gave him a look.

"-aaang. These little broads today huh?"

As they walked out the entrance in came Bob , he grinned contemptuously heading to the small classroom. Pony looked away anxiously gripping his small backpack. Twobit frowned, "And what are you looking at gorilla face?"

Bob kept on grinning, "Mind your manners greaser."

Steve pushed Pony and Twobit aside, "Watch who you're talking too asshole."

The Soc shrugged uncaringly, "3 fucking greasers that's who."

Pony furrowed his eyebrows angrily, "Duck you." He mumbled.

Twobit as mad as he was had to purse his lips from laughing in a serious scene, Steve smirked folding his arms standing with his chest high. Bob grimaced, "And who are you talking to you little grease ball?"

Twobit got in front of Pony fuming and with a finger he pointed at him, "I suggest you leave the kid alone before you get in any trouble."

A high pitched squeal of joy interrupted, "Bob!"

Steve rolled his eyes, "Let's git."

Pony whispered in Twobit's ear, "That's his cweepy boyfwiend."

Pony looked back, Bob hugging Cherry, scowled at him. The kid gulped burying his head on Twobit's shoulder. Steve patted him on the back opening his truck's door for his friends to get inside. They drove off back home, Steve left Twobit and Pony in the Curtis house making sure they got inside safely. He had to go back to the DX to finish his shift with Sodapop. He ordered Twobit to call Darry that they were home.

Pony sighed in relief feeling safer, he always remembered the masked monster. His nightmares consisted of the 'killer' attacking him in the worst of possible ways. There would be blood everywhere. Twobit grabbed the phone dialing the numbers, Pony sat on the couch peeking out the window. The breeze made the trees sway a little. The shining sun was covered by clouds, outside looked so empty. Not even a loose dog was barking at squirrels. Pepsi appeared walking on the porch trying to catch a black butterfly in the air failing. Ponyboy smiled tapping on the window getting his growing kitten's attention.

"Uh-huh got home safely Dar...Milk? Oh right...Ok then...Sure...Ponyboy's fine...You want him to talk?...ok..."

Young Curtis giggled seeing Pepsi pawing at the glass window pressing his face against it meowing. His eyes caught a tall shadow over Pepsi who turned quickly hissing at the figure. Pony tried to see who it was but he wasn't able to see the person that caused the shadow.

"Pony! Darry want to talk with you!"

Ponyboy nodded at Twobit then turned back to the window, he screamed backing away. It was the man, his blank white mask in front of the window bending over tilting his head. He knocked on the glass gently.

"Pony?! What it is?! What the hell..."

Twobit caught sight of him, the phone dropped to the floor with Darry's voice still on, "-ello? What's going on?!"

The stranger stood up straight walking out of view. Twobit instantly ran to the door locking it. The door rattled obviously the person on the other side wanting to get it. It stopped a few seconds later, Keith saw the other window open. He scrambled to it shutting it close. Pony was on the couch trembling but no screams or nothing came out of him, the silence itself was terrifying. The masked man saw the window close from outside and again walked out of view. The greaser snatched the phone up punching the emergency number for the police. He cursed again realizing there was no line. Mother fucker cut it off! Damn it damn it. Nervously glancing out the window he bit his knuckle thinking, My house isn't that far! I'll take Pony and call the police from there! But ... fuck I don't where this damned guy is!

Pony hugged himself, his friend carried him getting ready to run for his life, "Don't cry ok? We are going the fuck out of here. You hang on to me real hard and don't look back..." He started opening the door slowly, thinking it was clear as he stepped out. Suddenly he felt someone poke his shoulder. Snapping his head around there was the stranger standing there watching them , one hand behind his back. Pony gasped.

"Don't you dare get any closer..." Twobit growled his hand inside his pocket struggling out get his blade out.

"Oh no you don't ..." The stranger whispered in a low croaky voice.

In a rapid motion, the masked guy revealed a knife from behind his back stabbing his victim. Twobit threw Pony on the floor trying to protect him getting away from here as far as he could. He didn't care about himself only the Curtis...The boy he loved as a little brother.

"Run squirt!" Yelling in an injured voice.

Ponyboy was sprawled on the floor, his lip began bleeding biting it accidentally when he fell. It left a bitter irony taste in his mouth. Twobit clutched at his side where blood began seeping out his face getting paler by the second. His knees gave out so he landed on the floor. The stranger walked over him getting closer to Pony with the blood stained knife in his hand, "I suggest you run boy." He murmured.

On his feet the boy got up struggling not to freeze from fright. He sprinted away not looking back only focusing on the street ahead of him. His breathing started getting heavier. Minutes of running he saw someone familiar on the other side of the road. The familiar person saw him getting confused by what he was seeing. It was Tim Shepard. He crossed the street rushing to meet Pony who was wheezing and beginning to see black spots in his vision.

"The fuck are you doing out by your lonesome boy?" He asked shaking his shoulders.

"T-Twobit...Da-da stwanger...bluud...eveywhewe..." After those words Ponyboy fainted.

Tim caught him just in time. He searched for anyone around for some help, a car passed by stopping. It was a middle aged man, "Hey! What happened to him!"

"Just call the fucking police!"

The man parked his car knocking on a house nearby asking for help. Tim had Pony in his arms slapping his small face a little wanting to get him to wake up, people came out of their homes wanting to see what was going on. The man from the car kneeled down touching the kid's forehead.

"He feels so cold. I bet his blood pressure is very low, we need to get him to the hospital. Get in the car I'll drive you."

Tim was hesitant but saw Pony pale his lips almost white, "All right." The fuck is going on?

Darry went to his truck not caring about work at the moment only had one thing, no, one person in his mind. Ponyboy. His boss shouted out something but ignored him already driving away. Passing red lights, in a matter of minutes he got home fast. Police cars were already there and an ambulance carrying someone. His heart froze thinking the worst. Making his way a police officer tried to stop him.

"It's my house damn it! Let me through!"

Darry made his way through just in time to see Twobit being lifted into the ambulance, he groaned in pain repeating Pony's name. "Pony...Pony...Pony..."

The same police officer cleared his throat wanting attention, "Are you the owner of the house?"

In a curt voice he responded, "What the hell happened? Where is my little brother?!"

"It is believed the masked person is on it again. Lucky for your friend though we got just in time before he could bleed to death. We didn't see any little boy around. It's a possibility he might have been kidnapped."

The older Curtis caught his breathe, "Son of bitch..."

Sodapop along with Steve appeared, Soda shook Darry roughly, "Pony! Where's Pony!?"

Darry swallowed thickly, "I-I don't know Soda I just got here."

His brother gaped in disbelief, "Did you even ask! Fuck this shit I'm going to find him!"

"Soda! I already asked! They said..."

"...Darry...What-what did they say?" Soda asked his mind going through bad mental images of his brother hurt.

"They can't find him."

"So is he in the house? Where did they take him?"

"That's the fucking thing Soda! They can't find him! He...That crazy bastard could have...kidnapped Pony."

Steve caught his breathe, Soda covered his face with his hands, his blood feeling cold. Another police officer walked towards them, "Excuse me son, did you know the young man who was stabbed?"

Darry nodded, "Keith is his name."

Steve and Soda's jaw hung open, "Twobit got stabbed?!"

He looked uneasy, "I believe this might be important for you to see."

He lead them to the porch, yellow tapes around with the words, Police line do not cross. The three greasers stood shocked at what they saw.

Like the last time there was a message in blood only this time on the wooden floor saying:

Strike two...

(Sorry for any grammar mistakes)

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