Thank you reviewers and special thanks too Joey Bermuda Ketail, radgreasers, and i r endangered spy crab kbby! You helped pick the outcome of the story. And by majority, Ponyboy will get killed. Maybe, just maybe, I'll have a small scenario in the end where he lives…

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Demon's POV…

After the long wait for Two-Bit to stop by the house, I was practically itching to leave. My first part of today's plan is to get Two-Bit drunk at Buck's. After that, I will merge in with a crowd that is leaving and walk off to the victim's house where I will sneak in the window and wait. Then after that is done, I sneak back to the bar and we will leave.

It took a few more long hours before the damn bastard finally got drunk enough to not be sober enough to notice people around him. I stood up from a chair, slipping a book in my pocket, which I used to not look suspicious, and then creped out, careful not to make to sudden movements. I quickly made my way through Tulsa to the Socs' side and went to Bob Sheldon's house. His group really got popular here, so why don't I just pay him a visit.

I walked around the big house to what I know is Bob's room from my information that I gained. After getting in through the window I went behind the door. I could already hear Bob going to his room. Damn, was he loud! I can't wait to silence him forever. I already know that his death won't be enough for me so; I guess I will have to go for more.

Bob entered his room, beer in one hand and chuckling up a storm. I waited until he was about to sit on his bed when I pushed the door shut, catching his attention.

"What the hell are you doing here grease?" Bob asked, glaring. I chuckled at his reaction, making him snarl at me and threw his beer bottle at me which I caught effortlessly.

"Really, is that all you got? You throw like a little girl that hasn't held a ball before." I taunted, shattering the bottle. I picked up a small sharp shard of glass and walked over. I already how I want this art project to turn out. Bob took out a switch-blade and threatened me with it. Quickly he slashed at my face and I caught his arm, bending it back until it snapped. A scream rung out through the house and I cursed. I can't have anyone checking in on us. I grabbed a blanket on his bed and stuffed his mouth with it until no more could fit.

"Shut the fuck up!" I hissed and held his arm up to be closer to me. I took the shard of glass and then carefully started to take off all the layers of skin on his body. His muffled screams made my skin curl in excitement, encouraging me to continue this torture. Soon, all of the skin was off of the arm leaving bloody muscles. Bob had already died from loss of blood. For the next hour, I made sure to skin every inch of skin on the body.

The front door opened and two more voices rung throughout the house. His parents were probably back.

"Bob, we're home!" His mother called out. I smirked as I hid behind the door again. I might get more fun than I planned on. "Bob?"

"Bob! You're mother is calling!" His dad yelled. I heard a small whisper of "I'll check up on him" from his mother and footsteps clapped the ground towards the room. Once Bob's mother entered the room her face twisted up in horror and she screamed at the top of her lungs, sinking to her knees. I quickly took this time to stab my hand through her back before the dad came. My hand touched all kinds of organs before reaching the other side of her body. The mom coughed up blood and the scream subsisted as she became limp on my arm. I retracted my arm and her body flopped next to Bob's bloody form.

"Honey? What's wrong!" It was the dad's turn. He ran in the room, first noticing the smell of blood. I grabbed the sheets of the bed and the dad turned to me with such hatred in his eyes.

"You! You did this!" he screamed.

"Yeah? Do you like my work?" I asked smiling, once again showing my true eyes. I brought up my hands and dug my nails in the dad's scalp tearing off skin. The father struggled against my bloody grip but I tore off the skin on his face and he fell to the floor dead. I then took the sheets and tied the father's feet up and hung him suspended from the ceiling.

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After leaving the house and washing off in there sink, I went back to Buck's where I went upstairs after seeing Two-Bit passed out on the counter. No one bothered to wake him. I looked through all the rooms, trying to find one where there was probably a man sleeping with a prostitute. It wasn't that hard to find at least one. I closed the door to the room behind me, catching the two's attention.

"Hey! You can't be here! Get out!" The male commanded. I didn't answer as I stepped up to the man grabbing his head and ripping it off his body with my new strength. The prostitute screamed and stumbled out of bed. Throwing the head aside I tipped a bone out of the male's dead body and plunged it in the girl's throat. This should be good for today. I'll continue tomorrow. I probably gained a lot of attention lately.

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"Hey, Two-Bit, let's go. I already finished the book that I was on. We should go and see Johnny." I said shaking Two-Bit's passed out body. Keith groaned and got up.

"Alright…" He replied groggily.

After we left the bar, we went to where we usually find Johnny in the lot. But of course, he wasn't there because of how late it became in the day. We then went back home where the whole gang was. They were all huddled in front of the TV. On there was an urgent news report. One look at the TV, I knew it was my murder.

"What's going on?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"More people were murdered." Darry answered.

'Sherri Valance, a cheerleader at Will Rogers High School, walked into her boyfriend's house after he wouldn't answer any of her calls. She found the bodies in Bob Sheldon's room. Aaron Sheldon, Bob's father, was found suspended upside-down from the ceiling with the skin on his face ripped off. Mary Sheldon, Bob's mother, was found with a hole in her chest which looks just like a hand had pierced through her body. Bob Sheldon was found entirely skinned from head to toe. Various blood tests have proved that this was indeed Bob's body.'

The TV showed the scene before switching over to an interview with Sherri.

'I can't believe anyone would be that sick!' Sherry exclaimed, her red hair stuck to her face because of the tears that poured from her fluffy red eyes. The scene then went to Buck's bar.

'Two more deaths were reported at Buck's bar today soon after Sherri Valance found the dead bodies. Angela Shepard found the bodies of Allen Kirkland and a prostitute, Ella O'Neill. Allen's head was torn off and tossed aside while Ella's throat was pierced using one of Allen's bones.'

Once again they showed the crime scene.

"This has to be by the same person that killed the Socs yesterday." Darry implied. Soda nodded.

"I was just at Buck's!" Two-Bit informed.

"Hold on, Ponyboy, were you there with him?"

I nodded taking out my book and placing it on the coffee table. "I was only reading a book though. Two-Bit wanted to get a drink before we see Johnny."

After a small conversation, I decided to head in, passing by a mirror on the way.

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Johnny's POV…

I watched Ponyboy go to his room. He's definitely acting weirdly. Something caught my eyes when Ponyboy passed a mirror. My eyes grew wide. Was it just me or did Ponyboy's reflection seem off? As Ponyboy was walking, he didn't even look at me, but the reflection was looking at me with sorrowful eyes that screamed "Help". It was also a second off. It has to be my imagination. That's not possible.

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Ponyboy's POV…

I think Johnny saw me. We held eye contact. Can he see me? I hope he can. I need his help more than ever. I cant watch myself kill anymore.