I decided to write this chapter on the same day, so if you haven't read the last chapter, read it. Well unless you want to read what would happen if Ponyboy lived. This is what that's about, just in case you are confused.

So this is when Ponyboy is at the airport. And this is the last chapter.

I've been sitting for hours, writing all day, and guys, my butt is numb. It feels so weird.

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Demon's POV…

I was about to go on the plane, when I remembered that I'm a stronger demon now. That would have been close. If I went on, this body would have been crushed. I walked away from the airport, eyes turning snow white. I raised my hand which now glowed white and soon the whole airport blew up including the airplane. I smirked, heading back. I don't want my silence as a hologram being to suspicious.

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Johnny's POV…

I know that Ponyboy isn't Ponyboy. It's a demon. Everything made sense in the book that matched Ponyboy. I swear I even saw his eyes go white for a split second. I went back to the library. There was police tape around the doors but no one was there so I went in. I walked back to the spot where I found the book about demons, searching better. Maybe I can find a way to drive it out safely. Holy water won't work, so it must be a strong demon. So salt probably won't do much. I searched a few more minutes until I found the right book. I opened it up. It was only a few pages long, but they had an exorcism in it. It was in Latin though. Of course it was Latin. There were also pictures of a devil's trap

"I hope this works…" I said before taking off with the book.

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Demon's POV…

I turned on the TV once I got back.

Tulsa News

The Tulsa Airports was blown up, killing many inside…

The TV rambled on and Johnny sat next to me.

"Hey Pony," He greeted.

"Hi Johnny." I replied, giving him a smile. "What's up?"

"Can you help me with something?"

"Yeah, sure. What is it?"

"Can you get me one of your books from upstairs? I'm really bored, you know?"

"Okay, which one."

"It doesn't matter."

I know something's wrong.

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Johnny's POV…

Ponyboy left upstairs and I quickly got up and ran to grab a marker. I ran to the kitchen, pulling out my book, and started to draw the devil's trap as accurate as I could.

"What are you doing?" Darry asked, pissed.

"One more test, please! It's washable." I said. Darry sighed but let it be.

"Hey, Johnny, I got a book for you." Ponyboy called out and walked towards the kitchen, reading the back. He stepped right into the devil's trap before looking back up.

"Thank you, can you put it on the table?" I asked. If this is right, he shouldn't be able to leave the circle unless it was broken.

"Sure." Ponyboy went towards the table but stopped short and looked like he tried to step more but couldn't. He looked down, eyes glinting dangerously at the mark. "Son of a bitch! How could I fall for something like this!" he cursed throwing the book across the room at a dangerous speed.

"Johnny, why can't Ponyboy move?" Soda asked.

"He's not Ponyboy." Johnny replied. "A demon. I drew a devil's trap."

"You bastards!" Ponyboy's eyes went white, startling everyone. "I knew something was off."

"Give Ponyboy back!" Johnny commanded.

"Is that what this is about?" Ponyboy's eyes glinted again and he smiled. "Well, he's dead. I killed him."

"What did you do?" Darry asked, stepping up.

"I killed your precious brother!"

"He's lying." Johnny said. "I saw Ponyboy in the reflection."

"Get out of him!" Darry ordered, raising his hand to slap the demon.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that Darrel… You wouldn't want to hurt Ponyboy, would you?" The demon asked. Darry clenched his teeth in annoyance.

"I see this devil's trap useless. I can break out anytime. It just ruins the fun." The house shook violently and a crap appeared on the ground going towards Ponyboy. I quickly pulled out my book and started to read.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," I started to chant. Ponyboy glared at him.

"An exorcism? You think that would work?" He asked, laughing. But as I kept reading, his smile fell. The others were looking at each other nervously.

"Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, et secta diabolica,
Ergo draco maledicte et sectio "

Wind blew in the house as doors started to slam shut then open over and over. Ponyboy looked like he was in pain and he was on his knees, holding his throat. Book pages started to flip.

"Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica
Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte, te rogámus, audi nos." I finished, and then Ponyboy screamed, a black smoke forcing his way towards to ceiling. And soon Ponyboy lay limp on the floor.

"Ponyboy?" I asked, shaking him.

"Pony!" Soda exclaimed joining me. Ponyboy opened his eyes which were watering. He sat up holding his bleeding arm. "Are you alright?"

"I…killed all those people…" Ponyboy said, tears now falling. Darry told Two-Bit to get the first-aid kit.

"No you didn't." Soda replied, hugging his brother as gently as he could. "It's okay, baby. It wasn't you."

"But it was."

o-o-o

One year later…

Ponyboy's POV…

I sunk to my knees, my whole body covered in the gangs' blood. I had killed them. I tortured all of them and I couldn't stop, no matter how much I wanted it. I felt there guts in my hand, I felt all there bones. I was alone. A monster. I'm evil. I knew I should have taken my life long ago.

Someone chuckled. I turned around slowly. I stood there, well it was the demon. He always was there now, taunting me and torturing me. "Well done, you killed your gang. Wasn't that great?"

I couldn't reply, my body was stiff from shock. "Stop it…" I pleaded.

"It won't stop. You did kill all of those people, after all. It's time to pay the price."

I watched in horror as everyone's deaths replayed in my mind. I screamed, clutching my head.

"Ponyboy!"

I jolted up from Soda's arms. Was that a dream? They were alive. Tears fell from my eyes. Everyone was there in the room, worried.

"You were screaming for half an hour. I thought you would never wake." Darry said, relieved.

"What was it about?" Soda asked. "You want to talk about it?"

I glanced at Soda, giving him a reassuring smile. "It was nothing…"