Two-Bit:
I woke up to see a man looking down upon me.
"Um…Can I help you?"
"Are you Keith Matthews, friend of Ponyboy Curtis?"
I raised up from my laying position, "Who may be asking?" The man wore an expensive looking suit and he was carrying an expensive hat in his arm. Crap are the Socs looking for Pony again.
The man sat on my bed and grabbed my pack of cigarettes from my dresser, "Coolblues? No one in their right mind smokes this crap." He grabbed a stick and placed it between his lips. He grabbed a match from his pocket and lit the stick (I don't know why a match but…I don't even know).
The man had an accent. Russian? No. It sounded more exotic like Italian.
"So are you Keith or did I just break into some random person's house?"
I nodded my head, "I'm Keith."
"Good good. Well this makes my job a lot easier," The man pushed my down on my bed with a pocket knife at my throat. He pressed his knee on my lung, leavening me gasping for air. I tried to struggle my way out of his grip but he was heavier than I thought.
"I'm slightly disappointed. I really wanted to bring my big and threaten like that but you probably won't answer my question with a big thing on my lap. Oh well this little thing will just have to work."
He slid the knife on my neck. I felt a tear on my skin.
"I want you to look deep in my eyes, okay," he demanded.
I stared at his dark green. Slowly they started to turn into a light yellow-greenish color. I stop struggling and my body relaxed. What's going on?
The man got off of me and he stood in my room. I raised up and my attention to him.
"Now Keith I'm going to take Ponyboy out and I want you to help me. Understand?"
I nodded my head.
"Don't take Pony to school today. Distract his brothers until we return."
I kneeled down and said, "Yes Lord H-"
"Keith are you wake," My mom shouted from the kitchen.
I turned to door and yelled, "Yes mam."
I turned back around and saw a swirling cloud.