All right guys, I'll make an extra chapter where Ponyboy lives. But when that chapter starts after this one, it's going to go back to where the airplane crash was.
Gah. I only have 4 days left of school~ And I still have my finals :( *cries* I need to get a B- in my geometry or I'll have to do tutors all summer. I hate having an Asian parent. It's so tough. I just need .20% to add to my grade for my B-…. I suck at math. Seriously. If you ask me to answer 1+1, my first reply would be window. I'm so nervous.
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"Cut that shit! You're just a monster!" Steve exclaimed. The demon walked over to him with a malicious smile.
"How so?" The demon asked.
"You take over an innocent kid to thousands of people!"
The demon chuckled. "Tell me, is a sword or a gun labeled as a monster? Is it evil?"
"What-"
"A gun, for example, killed millions upon millions of people, and yet it's not evil. So how can I be evil? Think about what you say before it comes out Steve Randle, or you might just pay the price. Someone might just get angry…like me…" The demon locked its white eyes with Steve, and then Steve's face was masked with pain. He clenched his teeth together as blood started to fall, like waterfalls, from his chest. The red liquid mixed with the dirty carpet. Steve squeezed his eyes closed and clenched his nails in his palms. Steve started to cough up blood and blood started to fall from his eyes.
"What was that story called, Bloody Mary?" The demon spoke again. "Mary, a woman who did in front of a mirror, both of her eyes scooped out. How about I just take your eyeballs? To feel her pain?"
Steve started to get dizzy. He is losing too much blood.
"Steve!" He heard. That was Soda. The pain stopped and he opened his eyes.
"Ponyboy didn't really like you Steve. It makes me mad. So, I'll just kill everyone here, one at a time in front of you. Make you suffer."
"Screw you!" Steve hissed. The demon's eyes flared in amusement and he reached a hand towards one of Steve's eyes.
"Stop it!" Soda interrupted making Ponyboy whirl in the direction. He stomped to the handsome greaser.
"Soda, Soda. You were Ponyboy's most favorite person in the world. So I'll make your death quick. But, that won't be fun for me, you see? Your death would be the quickest one here. But that doesn't mean, that it would take a few minutes or seconds. Oh no. Maybe an hour of torture."
"Ponyboy! Can you hear me?" Soda yelled hopefully. His heart beat a trillion beats a second.
"He can't hear you. This is my body now."
"Ponyboy! Please stop!"
The demon could feel Ponyboy stir inside and started to resist. He pushed him down more. "Save your breath for your screams."
"Ponyboy! Wake up!"
"Shut up you fucker!" The demon punched Soda and everyone could hear a large crack. Soda screamed as blood fell from his nose which was crooked.
"Ponyboy…"
"You just don't know where to give up, don't you?" The demon used his power to throw Soda to the ground and pin him. Ponyboy stepped on Soda's neck and pressed down. "I'll suffocate you? You want me to step on your neck or shall I have you suffer from a water torture. Both would shut you up."
"Don't you dare, kill him!" Darry yelled but was ignored.
"The water torture would be nice. I just have to hold your nose while I poor water down your throat."
"Ponyboy…" Johnny now started to call. But again it was ignored. The demon looked directly at Soda's face, pressing his foot down harder, but the more he looks at Soda, the more he feels Ponyboy struggling.
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Ponyboy's POV…
I hear there voice, but it's so far. Who is saying that? I want to see them, but I'm so tired and I probably don't want to see the bloody mess.
"Ponyboy!" I heard again. It sounds so familiar. Who is it? I want to find out. I struggled to take a look but I was pressed down again. The demon must not want me to see.
My name kept being called, and slowly I recognized the voices. Was the demon doing something to the gang? I tried breaking free with as much effort as I can muster. I can feel myself getting loose and demon trying to force me back to the depths of my mind.
"Get out!" I yelled. And with one final push I broke free, but the demon was still inside me. It hurt and sank to my knees, clutching my heart. I squinted my eyes open and saw everyone still pinned to the wall and Soda on the floor with a broken nose. My eyes opened wide in horror.
"Ponyboy?" Soda asked. "Is that you? Did we get through? Is the demon gone?"
I could still feel the demon struggling to gain control. It took all of my efforts to sustain in for now. I won't be able to hold it.
"Soda! Please, kill me!" I pleaded, tears dripping from my eyes. "I can't hold the demon back much longer. Hurry, before it comes back!"
No one moved. But Soda moved his hand to grab my hand. "I can't kill you."
"Please! I'm as good as dead! I won't live this. All of the bones and organs in my body are crushed, and I have three bullet wounds. Might as well take the demon with me before any more harm is done."
Soda shook his head again. I was about to say something, but it was too late. The demon took over.
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Normal POV…
The demon chuckled. "It's a shame, you had a chance of putting me back to hell." The demon strangled Soda who gasped for air. But the demon stopped short, feeling Ponyboy struggle again, but this time it wasn't for control, it was forcing the demon out.
"No…" The demon said. "Impossible. You should be drained of power." The demon gagged and the greasers saw a black cloud in Ponyboy's mouth. The demon body chocked and then Ponyboy screamed as the black cloud escaped from his mouth to the window and out it. Then Ponyboy's body went limp and everyone that was pinned can move.
"Ponyboy!" Everyone went to the limp teen.
"Are you there? Please respond…" Johnny pleaded. Ponyboy opened his eyes as blood spilled the floor from his body.
"I'll call the ambulance!" Darry spoke up, getting up to go to the phone.
"Thanks…for…helping…me…get…back…control…" Each word was followed by a gasp from Ponyboy. Soda touched Pony's arm but it was followed by an inhale.
"Come on, stay with us Pony! The ambulance is on its way! You can live through it!" Soda said.
"No… I won't… make it…"
They heard sirens outside the door. Had that much time passed? Everyone looked out to see people exiting the ambulance. Soda looked back at his little brother. Ponyboy stopped breathing and was staring off, not blinking.
"Ponyboy? Ponyboy! Wake up! Come on!" Soda pleaded. The paramedics came in the house, helping Steve and a struggling Soda and fixing up the wounds. They tried helping Ponyboy, but it was all too late. The youngest greaser and the one that was supposed to leave Tulsa, was dead.
Everyone just wished that they could go back in time to save him. But of course, that was impossible. Ponyboy died feeling like he murdered all those people, even though it wasn't him at all.