Chapter 3: Wrestling with Undefeatable Monsters

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David's POV:

Stupid grease actually thought he could pull a blade and get away with ten of us on his bloody back. It amazes me how stupid kids are these days. Once the kid's out cold, I tell Greg and Oliver to make sure the bonds are tight and throw him in the trunk. I pull a cloth out of my jeans pocket and wipe the blade of my knife off. A thick line of dark red smears onto the white cloth. I want one thing: revenge. That kid assisted in Bob's murder and he will die.

"C'mon let's get outta here." I state demandingly.

We all pile back into our cars. I pull my black Corvair out of empty lot and watch the 'Stang pull out behind me through the rear-view mirror. The drive is relatively quiet until Greg, who's sitting beside me, turns the radio up really loud claiming he loves that song. I hate that crap. It's like, weird. We keep driving and driving, it's almost ten o'clock and I'm getting sick of driving but we're not there yet. A half hour later, I spot the turn and a few more miles down the road, skid to a halt. Greg and Oliver hop out and pull Greaser out of the trunk. I'm glad I put a tarp down cause there's blood everywhere. The rest of us walk to the large, hidden house about a quarter of a mile into the woods. I'm glad we came up here last week and cleared this path better. It would've been a nightmare if we hadn't. Greg and Oliver come racing over to us once they finish tying Grease to a huge pole. There's no way that greaser will ever be able to escape. He's tied to himself, and himself is tied to the pole. In his condition, we'll be lucky if he makes the night. Although I would like him be alive in the morning so we can continue with our revenge, but we already gave him a taste so he can die and that'll be acceptable, I suppose. We all settle down in the estate for smokes and drinks. I wish I'd thought to bring some girls along with us for some fun but they probably wouldn't have liked all the blood and violence. You know girls, all prissy 'round here. It's gonna be a long night, I think.

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Pony's POV:

Uggghhhh. Oh, oww, ooh, that hurts, I realize just waking up. It's really dark outside. I wonder what time it is. Aw, Darry's gonna kill me when he finds out what happened. I try to shiver in my bonds. I feel so cold. Blood is dripping down my arms and back. I just want to wash it all off. I've never liked seeing blood a whole lot, it's not like I'm goin' to pass out or puke or anythin' like that, but I just need to take a shower and get it all off me. My head's real heavy and I can't really see right. Things are sorta blurry but it's also real dark outside too. I feel my eyes starting to close and I get scared about what those Socs are gonna do to be.

"I'm sorry." I whisper before I let my eyes close.

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Darry's POV:

"Sodapop? You seen your brother yet?" I ask walking into his room. I find him lying on his back sprawled out across the bed. "Hey, you feelin' okay little buddy?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just tired I guess." He mumbles.

"Long day?"

He cracks a smile and nods. I press my hand into his forehead still thinking that he might be sick. He doesn't feel warm though, he just feels like he normally does. He squirms away before I can get ahold of him again.

"Stop it, Dare. I'm fine." He insists pushing himself out of bed.

"Alright. You know, Ponyboy really ought to be home by now. It's nearly ten o'clock and if he's walkin' the streets,"

"Darry, I'm sure he's fine." Soda interrupts. "He probably just lost track of the time. Those Socs that jumped him last time stole his watch ya know. You can't blame him a whole lot, Dare."

"I'm still goin' to pound his head in. Not that it'll work. He already doesn't use his head, what'd it matter if it was a little dented?" I reply dryly.

"Darry,"

"Don't Darry me, Sodapop. Bein' home at seven is bein' a little late. Bein' home at ten is bein' plain stupid. There's a curfew for a reason!" I start to shout.

I don't know where on God's green earth that boy could be! I storm out of the bedroom and track down Two-Bit who's lounging in the living room.

"Where'd Pony go after school?" I demand as he starts to down another beer. I snatch it out of his hand once he lowers it.

"Hey!"

"I said, where's Ponyboy."

"How the hell am I supposed to know? I took a sick day, went into school, nearly passed out and Pony sent me home. Haven't seen the kid since second period." Two-Bit explains.

"Right." I say remembering this morning's events.

"What's goin' on?" Steve asks walking into the room.

"Pony's still not home yet." I state grimly.

"It's late." He remarks.

"Yeah, I know. Have any ideas where we could look for him?" I ask both of them.

"We could look at the school and the park. That's the only place I can think of where he might have wandered off too." Steve suggests.

"Great. I guess I'll check the school. He could still be outside and he'll sure catch one heck of a cold like that." I say grabbing my jacket off the hook. "Want to come with me, Steve? I could always use another pair of eyes."

Steve shrugs his shoulders. "Sure. Might as well." He says tugging his jacket on as well and we both pile into my truck.

I drive to the school and around the front parking lot. I park it and get out, same as Steve.

"He might be 'round back!" he shouts over the wind.

I nod and follow him to the back lot and look around. Even with our flashlights, we still can't spot him. While walking back to the car, we take a different route. Near a pool of light lies a motionless hump. Steve and I look at each other both thinking that it could be Pony, although it's awful small, and that if it is him, he's probably dead. When we jog over to it, we find it to be his backpack. Laying close by is his blade and his denim jacket. I carefully pick it up and to my horror find that the whole back of the jacket is soaked in blood. Steve shoots a nervous glance at me as he too spots the blood. Both of us instinctually pull out our blades and peek around the lot to make sure that no one is going to jump us. Noticing the lots to be empty and silent, we flick the knives closed and stare at my little brother's blood-soaked jacket again. I turn my head to face Steve.

"The only question now is where Pony is," He says quietly. "and if he's alive."

I bit my lip hard, my brain weighing the odds that Ponyboy is still alive considering the time that has passed and the blood that has soaked into his jacket. It's not good and I don't want to think about it. Steve places a hand on my back and nods to me, silently telling me that we will find Pony and the SOB's that did this to him.

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