Dally, Darry, and Soda get to the house and...

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Two-Bit POV

"Get offa me you fucking fag!" I yelled as he laid me down on the floor. It was cold, it sent a chill down my spine again. He had literally cut my shirt off with a knife, so he didn't have to untie his hands. I was still trying to wretch my hands out of the rope. He was kissing my navel. Then, his hands wrapped around the top of my jeans. "I swear, I'm gonna kick your ass–."

"How?" He ripped the button off the top of my jeans and ripped the zipper down. He got them off and tossed them aside. When he faced me, I hacked back and spit on him. It hit him square in the eye. Wiping it off, he clenched a fist and slugged be across the face a few times. Finally, I caught his hand in my mouth and bit down hard, tasting the blood that filled my mouth. But I didn't let go. He was slugging me again, but I locked my jaw and didn't let go. He was screaming for help; apparently his crew was upstairs. The two guys came down and saw me biting the shit out of the guys hand. They grabbed me; one plugged my nose and the other grabbed my throat. I let go, gasping for air when they pinned my head down by pressing onto my forehead. I couldn't move. One guy went down to where my legs were and pinned me down. Okay, now I couldn't move. I spit on another guy, this time it was reddish. He cursed at me and slugged me once. My face ached now. Damn it all.

"Hey, Chad, hurry with this guy, he's tough, it'll be any moment before he breaks through." one guy yelled at the guy on me. He looked over at the guy at my head and glared.

"I'm working at it, idiot."

"You know... you could let me go." I said, huffing a little. He grinned at me.

"Gag him."

–x-X-x–

Dally POV

"I thought I heard something over there." Darry said, pointing at a house. "All the lights are off, except that basement window over there. That has a light coming out of it." he was mumbling. I looked over.

"Let's try it."

We were all out of the truck, Darry had hidden the truck behind a weeping willow's leaves. I was surprised they even had one. It was a good thing they did. Anyways, I had found some rope in Darry's truck bed. I used it to tie Soda's arms up loosely, so he could slip out of it. We tested it a few times, just to make sure.

"Now, Soda, just act pissed. Dally, do we need fake names?"

"Dunno."

"Well, just in case... you'll be Robert and I'll be..." he thought for a moment, "Lance."

"Wow, very original." I teased. Rob? Oh well. "Well, let's hurry." I grabbed onto the nape of Soda's neck. He told me it didn't hurt, so I was glad. Darry, or should I say Lance, held onto Soda's hands. We went forward to the house. Once on the porch, Darry knocked on the door. One guy came to the door. He looked at me, then at Darry, then grinned at Soda.

"Hey grease. How'd you get caught?"

"Same way you did to Two-Bit." Darry said, making his voice slightly higher. He sounded younger.

"Who are you two?"

"Lance." I said, making my voice a bit higher and pointing to Darry, "And Robert." I pointed to myself

"Robert who?" he asked. I thought for a moment.

"Robert Van Winkle."

"That's weird." he commented.

"Something wrong with it?"

"Naw. Hey, so you're Lance Van Winkle?" Darry nodded, silently chuckling to himself. Soda became impatient.

"Let me go!" he began to wail. The kid in front of us laughed loudly.

"Bring him in." he said. We walked in, Darry closed the door behind us. The kid told us to sit and keep a good, firm grip on Soda. What he didn't know was Soda had slipped his hands out but kept his hands behind his back. When he opened what looked like the basement door, we heard a loud scream. That was when me and Darry and Soda leapt up and ran to the kid. Darry kicked him down the stairs, alerting the other three down there that we were here. Then, we heard soft crying.

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Oh, and Robert Van Winkle is Vanilla Ice's real name. I was bored and I decided to use him as a joke.