So I forgot to tell you all, I decided that I'm just going to settle on Ponyboy dieing. :/ Sorry. I'm just so lazy. And we are getting to the end. This or the next chapter will be the end.
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The next morning, everyone woke up to Ponyboy reading in the center of the room.
"Morning Ponyboy," Johnny greeted. Everyone stayed behind that night, and decided to sleep there. But, usually, Ponyboy isn't the one to first wake up.
"Good morning Johnny." The demon answered, giving off a small smile. The demon lifted up the book that Johnny got from the library. "This is an interesting book."
Johnny started to sweat. "W-Where'd you get that?"
"I saw it lying around. I ran out of new books, so I picked it up. It's quite accurate, if you ask me." The demon then started to read through it again. Johnny blinked, horrible realization dawned over him. That was definitely something Ponyboy wouldn't say. Ponyboy would have been happy to read his books over again and know not to get in anyone's stuff like that. And that last sentence, how would Ponyboy know about that?
Johnny stood up and walked to the kitchen. Dally and Steve were arm wrestling while Soda helped Darry make dinner (and adding food coloring).
"What's up Johnny?" Soda asked.
"Ponyboy just something un-Ponyboy…" Johnny answered; quiet enough for Ponyboy not to hear.
"So?" Steve asked, listening in. "You aren't really figuring that Ponyboy's a demon again, aren't you?"
"I am…"
"Demon's aren't real. You're just influenced by the movies Ponyboy took you too." Darry insisted. "Plus, we already tested it with holy water."
"But, the book also said that the stronger demons aren't affected by holy water."
"Okay, what are you thinking on doing to show us that he is?"
Johnny thought about it for a moment. If demons have a quick reflex, then they shouldn't have any problem on catching a knife right? Oh, won't the two elder Curtis brothers reject this idea.
"Throwing a knife at him." Johnny suggested quickly.
"No!" Both Darry and Soda rejected.
"We are not throwing a knife at Pony." Soda added.
"That's why you thrown right next to him so that it won't hit him."
"What if he moves? He could die!"
"That's why you just hope he doesn't." Dally said. "I can throw it."
Both Darry and Soda looked like they wanted to faint. Who could blame them? Both are really protective over Ponyboy. Dally stood up, taking a kitchen knife off the table. He walked to the edge of the kitchen and set eyes on the reading Ponyboy, who still doesn't know what's going on. Dally threw the knife to the left of Ponyboy's head. They all were expecting Ponyboy to scramble out of the way and squeak after the knife struck the wall. But none of them were expecting Ponyboy to catch the knife in between two fingers without even looking up.
"Oh? Clever." Ponyboy said, placing down the book. The demon looked up and smiled at them.
"What…?" Darry started, unsure what to say.
"Cat's got your tongue, Darry?"
"Ponyboy would never have been able to do that! Who are you and what have you done with him?"
"I'm Ponyboy." The demon answered.
"No you're not! What have you done with my kid brother?"
"I am Ponyboy."
Darry stomped over to him, brandishing a fist. The demon only smiled more mischievously. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Darry stopped and glared at the demon. "And why not? You're not my brother nor are you human."
"This is Ponyboy's body. Any damage put on it will hurt him, if I somehow leave this body."
"How long have you been in that body?" Two-Bit asked, serious for once.
"Not that long. It was the day before all of those murders started happening. Oh, how I loved all of those screams. All of them begged for there lives."
"Get out of him, you demon!" Soda yelled.
"Not just yet." Ponyboy's eyes turned white and Johnny gasped. The next thing the gang knew was that they were pinned against the wall.
"Oh that reminds me, Ponyboy says hello."