You people see the back of a spec hair, then it spins forward reveling the author. Oh, hello. I didn't see you there. Welcome...to Chapter Fourteen.
Dallas and Johnny walks onto the porch of a tiny blue house. Dally moves forward and knocks on the door once. Once they don't hear an answer, Dallas resorts to banging on the door, very very loudly. They could hear loud shuffling and grumbles from inside, and the door flung open showing a disheveled man. The mysterious man's wearing light blue jeans and no shirt, and his dark black hair looks as if it went through a tornado. Johnny guesses that they caught this man in bed.
"What?" The man snaps, "What are you people doing here?"
"Well, Cecil, you have to be really drunk not to remember," Dally says.
The man, Cecil, blinks and rubs his eyes, "Not drunk, Dallas. Was in bed."
He turns his gaze to the figure behind Dally, and jerks a finger to Johnny, "I didn't know there was another one." Cecil says simply.
Dallas turns to his little brother, "Johnny this drunk is Cecil. Cecil, Johnny. Now can we hurry this up?" Dally says impatiently. "It's fucking pouring out."
"This isn't a fucking hotel, man." Cecil says, "My girlfriend's here-"
"You know you owe me on this."
Cecil looks between Johnny and Dallas. He sighs, to tired to argue, "Come on." He opens the door for the two of them. Dally walks right in with his wet and muddy boots. Johnny hesitates, he's still wet. Cecil doesn't seem to mind. His house seems to be messy anyway. Johnny walks in, and they follow Cecil down the hall. Cecil stops in front of one of the doors. He fiddles with the doorknob, but it won't open, so he resorts to kicking the door open.
Dally rolls his eyes, "That's comforting." He mutters.
"Well, here it is." Cecil presents the relatively medium sized room. The room was bare, with a window on the side of a room. The bed's okay sized, enough to fit two people. It has a mahogany frame and blue sheets for the mattress. There was a dark oak table side next to the bed, with a lamp that lights up the room.
"Make yourselves at home." He says simply and leaves the room.
Dally kicks off his boots and throws his wet leather jacket and T-shirt at the corner, "I'm going to get some towels." He mutters.
Johnny nods and he leaves. Johnny sits on the bed, breathing into his hands and rubbing them. Never thought he would be doing that in the summer time. Johnny exhales, What the hell is happening? When did everything get so damn confusing? Johnny shakes his head, and collapses fully on the bed. Johnny stares at the ceiling for a minute. His eyes follow the tiny spider crawling on the wall, and circling the center. He follows it to the corner, where it starts making its web. Johnny stares for a few more minutes until he hears the heavy footsteps come his way.
Dally walks in with two towels and tosses Johnny one. Johnny drys his hair first, leaving it all scruffy once he was done. Then Johnny drys his shirts and his jeans. Johnny removes his worn out sneakers and socks, because those are too soaked to dry.
Dally scruffs his hair dry and tosses the towel to the side. He looks at the bed. He can't stay on the floor, because there wasn't anything to cushion him, really. The bed's big enough to fit the both of them anyway, and he sure as hell won't let Johnny stay on the floor. Dally flops on the bed, and so does Johnny, with his head facing the foot of the bed, so they were on opposite sides. Dally doesn't mind sharing, Johnny doesn't take much space anyway.
"Dally?"
"Hmm?"
"You will."
Dally's silent for a second, "Alright Johnnycake, now shut it and get some sleep."
Ponyboy sat at the sill of his window, watching the rain fall from the sky. He traces his finger on the drop of rain, as it makes its way down.
"Pony?" Pony doesn't have to turn to know that it's Soda.
"Yeah, Soda?" He mutters.
Sodapop walks over to him and sits in one of the chairs. He sits in it, though it's backwards. He puts his arms on the top and rests his chin on it, "It's going to be alright."
Ponyboy shakes his head, "It's not."
"Yes, it is-"
"There's more, Soda. There has too be."
Soda looks confused. "What are you talking about?"
"There's more. Something happens. Something bad." Ponyboy looks at Soda in total fear, "I can feel it."
Sodapop shudders, he knows that feeling. Soda puts his arm around Ponyboy, "Well whatever it is we'll work through it." He says, "We always do."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TimeSkipOneDay~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The gang sat in front of the laptop silently. They stare at the closed object in fear. Ponyboy feels sick, because that feeling in his stomach, just won't go away. Finally, Sodapop hesitantly flips open the device and presses play.
Scene cuts to the Curtis house. "Well it makes me look kind tough." Steve says, looking at his cuts and bruises. "What do you think, Soda?" "I think it makes you look different." Sodapop says. The door slams shut and Ponyboy walks in, "Hey, where'd you been?" Darry asks, "Hey, Pony. What's wrong?" Ponyboy hesitates, "Johnny's dead."
Que the sharp intake of breath.
"I told him about beating the Socs. I don't know he just died. Told me to 'stay gold.' Dally's gone. He couldn't take it he's gonna blow."
Ponyboy starts breathing in quicker, He knew it, he knew it.
Scene cuts to a convenience store. Dally inspects the magazines and picks one up. The assistant clears his throat, "You wanna buy one of those, son?" Dally shows the guy the magazine and rips it. "You know you tear those up, you have to pay for 'em. Don't do that." The assistant says. Dally walks up to the counter.
"Shit." TwoBit says.
Dally pulls out his heater and hold it to the guy's nose, "Give me the money. Give me the money!" Dally gets the money and runs out of there. He stops in front of a payphone and calls the Curtis house. "Hello?" Darry answers. "Alright Darry listen." Dally says, "I robbed a store, man. The cops are looking for me. Can you meet me at the park?" "Sure, Dal. Are you alright?" "Yeah, Johnny's dead." "We know. Hang on we'll be right there." Scene cuts to Darry, "That was Dally. The cops are after him. We gotta hide him." Scene cuts to Dally showing that the cops are on his trail. Dally runs faster to the lot. "You're never gonna get me alive!" Dally screams, and pulls out his gun. "Drop it!" The cop shouts. They shoot him. The gang starts running to Dally, "It's not loaded! Don't! Stop!"
"Please listen." Ponyboy pleads.
They continue to scream as Dally falls down the hill. They shot him again. Dally falls on his chest, he pulls himself up one last time. "Pony..." He mutters. Dally finally falls and he dies too.
The silence was the most terrifying part. Like before a bomb. It is a time for hope to grow or wither. It's as if time itself stops. The sounds of cars freeze. The shouts of the rivalry of the Socs and Greasers halt, leaving their mouths open with no words coming out. And their hands holding their blades, but never hearing the clean click of it opening. The silence lingers in the air, thick and heavy, like a blanket. Then after those moments, it resumes. Everything goes back to said normal.
Ponyboy looks away from the screen, shaking his head. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. No, no, no, no, no. He knew it. He knew it. Why? Why? He didn't realize that he's sobbing until Soda wraps his arms around Pony, whispering sweet nothings. Dally wanted to die, he had to. The fuzz wouldn't be able to catch him if he didn't. Dallas wanted to die right then, and Dallas Winston always gets what he wants.
Ponyboy buries his face in the crook of Soda's neck, and Soda puts his chin on Ponyboy's auburn head. No, please. Not him...not him and Johnny both. Soda lets the tears fall, and wet Pony's hair. Not again. Not again. Why, again?
Dally stares at the screen in horrified shock. Not by the way he died. No. But why he died. Wait. That's fucking rich! Who would've thought that Johnnycake would be the one to make him want to die. Dallas always knew that he would die running from the law. For most people it's how, for him it has always been when. Johnny ran away because of Socs and this fucked up society, which eventually got him trapped in a burning church. He died from that church, which makes Dallas die by getting shot to death in a suicide mission. Watch that again and say that isn't fucking tragic.
Johnny's paralyzed. Completely numb with shock. He didn't know what to think or feel. Except for guilt. Guilt that he had died, which in turn caused Dallas to die. Johnny feels himself deflate, What else does Johnny Cade do, besides cause suffering and pain? He asks himself.
Darry looks down. He will not cry. He will not cry, because he has to stay strong. But damnit, a person could only withhold their tears for so long. So, he lets them fall. He sucks in a breath only he can hear, and lets his body shake with sobs. Both of them. Gone. All in one night. What is this curse that follows him and his gang?
Steve stands up and slams the laptop down. He's tempted to throw the damned thing out the window, but withholds himself from doing so. Damnit. Steve falls to his knees. Why? Is someone finding this funny to just take away the most important people in his life?
TwoBit stares at the screen, as Steve slams it down. TwoBit sniffs and the tears spring to his eyes. He keeps looking at the laptop expecting Dally to just pop back up again. He looks at Dally, who just looks shocked at the whole thing. And that's it. Shocked. He just died, and all he is-is shocked- TwoBit stops, because realizes something. It's probably what Dally would have wanted to do all along. Two knows that the cops wouldn't just catch him. Nobody can catch Dallas Winston. It was what he wanted. And just like that, as the each come to that realization, they all crumble.
Well this was fucking heartbreaking. Ahhhhh! Damnit. I can't even speak. I have to do this fast so I can do the next chapter. Please leave a REVEIW! FOLLOW this story so you won't miss out on updates! And if you'd like, FAVORITE this story!