A/N: That rumble chapter took way longer than expected! Now, I need your help. I am planning on writing a sequel, but I might need some ideas. I have one, possibly being a one shot, about the lives of Rowan and the gang after certain…events, not spoiling anything! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, because if I did I would keep it exactly as it is. It is my favorite book, and even if my favorite character died, it is perfect. Thank you S.E. Hinton.

Dally's POV

Rowan released me from her neck lock, and plopped back into the back seats as I forced that gas pedal down. We did it, man. For Johnny. The greasers did it for Johnny! We went blazing down the street, skidding as I turned onto a side street. "Woo, hoo!" Rowan yelled, as I laughed with her. "There is no driver that is more fun than Dallas Winston!" Pony looked like he was gonna be sick, man. "I beg to differ…," he barely managed to spit out, looking green. Green and blonde doesn't mix. As I got my car back on track, sirens wailed and lights flashed behind us.

"Oh shit, the fuzz!" Rowan yelled. I played it cool. "Rowan, act like you're asleep. Pony, man, pretend like I'm takin' you to the hospital." Damn, Rowan was a good actor. She could make good money someday. I could actually believe she was asleep! I pulled over and waited for the cop to show up, keeping my cool.

"You've got to have a good reason for driving like that, where's the fire?" the cop interrogated as he flashed his flashlight in my car. I glanced over at Ponyboy, who looked like he got the shit beat outta him. It was kinda true. "Uh, the kid fell off of his motorcycle, I'm taking him to the hospital." I glanced up hopingly at the cop, and he just stared back at me, then took a look at Pony. "How bad is it?" I kept this lie stringing along. "I don't know man, I ain't no doc, it looks pretty bad to me. I-I don't know." The cop retreated back to his motorcycle, clearing the road for us. I started my car back up.

"Sucker!" I cried out. Rowan patted me on the shoulders. "Nicely played, Dal. Nicely played. You definitely fooled that idiot!" I smiled. "I know, man. It just sucks that I can't speed no more." Then, I starting vexing about Johnny. "Man, I was crazy, you know that Pony and Rowan? I was crazy for wanting Johnny to stay out of trouble, man. If he was smart like me, he wouldn't have been in this mess. If he was smart like me, he wouldn't have ran into that church, man. You better wise up, man. You get tough like me and you don't get hurt! You watch out for yourself, and nothing can touch you man!" I slammed my fist down as I said "touch" and caught myself getting worked up. I fought back tears, as Rowan stroked my head from the back. I pursued the cop and he led us straight to the hospital. Johnny occupied my whole mind.

Pony could barely walk, so I supported him. Rowan held up his left side, and we got to Johnny's room. That freaking doctor blocked our way. "You can't go in!" he blurted out. I grabbed his collar. "Oh yeah, who's gonna stop me?" He stiffened. "He's dying! He's dying." I let go of the man's shirt and proceeded into Johnny's room anyways, and boy, did that kid look beaten up. Rowan and Ponyboy followed me in, but I barely noticed. My mind was intently focused on Johnny.

"Hey, Johnny!" I said quietly, just glad to see my little man. "We beat the Socs, man. Chased 'em right out of our neighborhood!" Johnny's eyes were closed, and his burns looked like a bunch of tattoos. He started to say something, but I couldn't hear him. He could hardly talk. Man, this kid really had it off. It should've been me in this situation, and him in mine. It's what I wish I could make happen. Johnny repeated what he said. "It's useless, fightin' ain't no good," he croaked.

I smiled a bit. "No. We read about you in the paper. About you being a hero. We're all proud of you." I grabbed his skinny arm. He's lost weight too. Johnny…

"Ponyboy…" It was Johnny again. Ponyboy leaned in next to Johnny's face. "Stay gold, Ponyboy," he grumbled, which turned into a whisper. "Stay gold…" He let out one last breathe, and his head turned over. My jaw dropped, and I took hold of the kid's arm again. "Johnny, c'mon." No response. My blood boiled, and I felt as if any other memory in my brain was faded. Spread out in the ocean to never return. This was the worst thing to ever possibly happen to me. And it happened. Rowan began to shed tears, and she covered her face. I ignored it, and kept my stare on Johnny. "So this is what you get, huh? This is what you get for helping people. Punk…Come on, Johnny, don't die…" I felt the tears coming, and this time I allowed them. The first time I've really cried in years. I put my hand over my face, ducking down. "Come on, Johnny, don't die on me now." Johnny was the only person I loved. Forget about Rowan now, it was all about Johnny. He didn't deserve this. I was the one who deserved to die. Not him. He was an innocent little man, who got wrapped up in one mistake. I've been in crime after crime and I'm still here. It wasn't fair! Why must bad things happen to innocent people! I got to my feet, punching the wall as I shouted "Bastards!" I left, out the door, deserting Rowan and Ponyboy. I couldn't take it. The only person who ever loved me, and who I ever loved…gone.

Smashing through the back doors, tears on my face, I didn't have one care in the world. He was already dead. "Hey you, you're not allowed here!" Some bastard decided to order me around, huh? I took hold of my heater, the unloaded one, and pointed it at him. "I'm allowed anywhere I want!" I pulled the trigger, but as I said it wasn't loaded. I kept on pulling it, laughing in the guy's face. The guy kept walking into the hospital. "Why do you bother helping people, huh?" I screamed into the doors, putting the gun back in my belt.

I ran around to the front of the hospital, and got into my car, riding gently to the grocery store, where I could cool off. But my mind was keeping secrets from me, because what I was going to do, was the absolute opposite of cooling off. Everybody had gone, and the shady cashier was watching me. I tore a magazine in his face. "If you tear those up you have to pay for them, don't do that!" he snapped at me. What a son of a bitch. I marched right up to the guy, hand on my gun. "You gonna pay for that magazine?" Next thing he, and I both knew, my gun was on his face, and he begged me not to shoot. "Give me the money…" I ordered, "Give me the money!" The guy handed the dough over, and I turned heel and tried to get the fuck out of there. But of course, the dude had a heater too! He shot twice, and nailed my left thigh on the second one. I ran through the pain, no matter how excruciating it was. I needed to phone the boys, and I needed to fast. Time was running out, and I needed them with me. I knew I was gonna die, and I wanted to. I didn't want to be alive without Johnny. I was gonna die, but I needed the boys and Rowan with me. I thought about Rowan, but shrunk that thought down. I focused on my death, which I had all planned out.

Rowan's POV

I dropped Pony off at his house since Dal deserted us, using a random car in the road. Oh well, I'll return it later. "Tell the gang I went looking for Dally, I'll be back with him later!" I ran down the road and hopped into my mustang, then went man hunting. I drove by the lot, and not a single soul was there. Not many people besides the gang have been there since Monday night.

I drove by many streets, flashing my headlights in the darkness looking for a familiar figure. I turned on Appleton Avenue, and decided to use the payphone there to call the gang for any sign of Dally. I drove down the narrow street, and my beams uncovered a guy on the phone, looking like he was in a hurry. And then I recognized him- it was Dally! "Dallas!" I called out to him. He looked troubled, and I perceived sirens in the distance. Oh no, Dally. What did you do? He took a quick glance at me, and ran down the road. I took note of the blood stains on the white bags next to him, and it hit me across the face. He's hurt! It looked like he was heading towards the lot! I chased him, I needed to help him escape the cops. I ran after him, parking my mustang, and the cops surrounded us. My heart felt like it was going to rip through my chest, but I stayed strong for Dally.

Dally's POV

I don't know why I ran from Rowan, my mind was buzzing around and I just couldn't think straight. The cops closed in on me, man, and all my mind told me was to raise my gun. I did want to die. A world without Johnny Cade might as well be Hell. I ran under the streetlight in the lot, hearing the gang yelling and screaming. I didn't care. I didn't give two fucks that night. My leg was killing like a Cleveland bitch, and I reached down and took hold of my gun. "You're never gonna get me alive!" I screamed out.

Rowan's POV

"You're never gonna get me alive!" Dally's voice rang out. He was several feet away from me, and I could see him reach for the heater. I wasn't going to let the man I love die feet within of my grasp. Even if he didn't love me back, I wanted to spare him. I know how much Johnny meant to him, it wasn't fair. But I'm not losing another friend. Not tonight. I leaped towards Dally, making contact with him as he lifted the pistol up, hearing the blast of the guns of the policemen go off. One struck me right in the upper thigh as Dal and I trundled down the hill. Dal started to get up, but was blown back by another shot. He collided with the ground next to me, and he looked dead. Blood poured out of his leg from the earlier shot, and from where I was, it seemed as if he got wounded in the torso. My Dally was dead. Dead. I failed to save him in time. I failed him, and the gang. The pain in my thigh was unbearable, and I felt it. Blood was everywhere and I could feel the sticky, thick crimson liquid between my fingers. I wasn't looking too hot either. I jolted my hand up, looking at the blood. My vision blurred and I remember seeing the faces of the gang hover above me; Darry, Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Soda and Steve. Darry was freaking out. "You stupid idiot! Stupid freaks!" His voiced echoed out into the nighttime sky. It was the last thing I heard before blacking out, but the last thing on my mind was Dallas, and how he was next to me, dead. A teardrop strolled down my face and my eyes closed. Lights out.

A/N: So uh, well that was tough for me, I love Dally, Rowan and Johnny. Please review and tell me what you think, please.