Suddenly his eyes are wide open and everything was slowly beginning to come into focus. His soft, vibrant brown eyes contrasted against the dull, misty abandoned room. Water dripping and crashing against the stone floor was the only sound that he could hear. Soda shifted slowly onto his side and gave a small wheeze as his body suddenly moved from a position that it seemed like he was in for an eternity. He leaned against the wall once he managed to get himself up right. Blood coated the floor and the smell of the blood was warm and sweet. Sodapop closed his eyes.

'I must be dreaming. I must be.' He silently coaxed himself into believing that this reality wasn't real.

He opened them, but everything remained the same. The busted walls, the blood, the dirt, and the dead bodies remained. He pulled himself off of the floor slowly.

"Hello," The voice whispered from the darkness, "How are you feeling today?"

Soda turned towards the door, a set of green eyes peaked out from underneath the slit of the door.

"Who are you?" Soda cried out, stumbling towards the door.

"Now, now," The voice said, treating Sodapop like a kid, "You can't know that, can you?"

Soda felt like screaming, he lunged forward and kicked the door; he scream ripping from his throat, "Let me out!"

The person behind the doors merely shook their head and rolled their eyes, "Looks like you need to be taught a lesson. Maybe this torture game we can record and send to someone special to me."

-Ponyboy-

Snow fell, covering the frozen wasteland in a thin white sheet. He stood there for a while, almost seeming paralyzed. The cold made his cheeks a slight red and his skin was turning a slight shade of white. Finally, he moved. A shiver climbed its way up the ladders of his spine before resting at his neck, causing all the hair on his neck to stand up. Someone was there. Someone was with him. He turned slowly; almost afraid of what it was lurking behind him. Nothing was there. Not a single living soul was with him. Turning back around, he watched as the sun said its hollow goodbyes and vanished beyond the horizon.

"Ponyboy," Johnny's voice was soft and soothing, "We should get going… You know Darry doesn't like you out late."

Ponyboy knew Johnny was staring; no one could avoid his gaze. He sighed, he felt defeated, for he didn't know how to figure out what his best friend was thinking. Usually they could see what the other was thinking, but not this time.

"Johnny, Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Johnny stated simply.

Ponyboy didn't push him. He knew that when his best friend needed to talk, he would.

When Ponyboy and Johnny arrived to the smallest house and the corner of the street, Darry was there waiting for them, his face was stoic.

"I think you guys need to sit down for this," Darry said while handing them the tape.

Darry didn't really think that he should be showing Ponyboy and Johnny this, but at least, at very least, they knew Sodapop was alive.

Ponyboy walked into the house, the smell of faint vanilla filled the house. He turned his head to the sofa and saw Dallas stretched out across it and, but when he saw the two younger boys he sat up.

He glanced at the tape that Ponyboy was fiddling with, "Did your stupid self already forget what was on that tape, Darrel?" Dallas hissed out.

Something was on this tape and it was bad. If Dally didn't want them seeing it, it had to be really bad.

"I want to watch it." Ponyboy whispered. He hated standing up to Dally.

Dally stared at him with a blank expression on his face. Ponyboy swore he saw anger flicker behind his eyes, but as fast as it came, it vanished. Sighing, he made room on the couch for the two boys.

"Okay, whatever," Dallas said taking a drag of his cigarette, "But you ain't crying on me."

Ponyboy shoved in the tape and hit the play button. His green emerald eyes darkened as he saw the figure on the tape.

"Darry… Is that," Ponyboy began.

Darry cut him off with a nod.

Soda laid chained to the wall, his eyes clamped closed. Blood pour gratefully from the wounds on his head and neck. A figure with a blade stepped into view. It looked at the camera before flashing a smile and clicking it off.

Those eyes. Ponyboy had seen them before, but who?