Chapter 8: Hopes and Pains
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Darry's POV:
"What d'ya mean 'his body'?" I demand.
"What d'ya think I mean, Grease?" David growls.
Tears start welling in my eyes. No, this can't be happening. My little Ponyboy can't be dead. How-how the hell can I tell Sodapop?! I have to see him; Pony I mean. Dead or alive, I have to see him.
"Let me see him." I say, tears still growing but my fingers are frantically working to untie the ropes.
"Now Darrel, why would I let you see him? No, what I'm going to do is keep you here while we go out and find Mr. Sodapop Curtis, bring him back here and let you watch while we kill him and then kill you." David explains calmly.
"No!" I shout angrily. "No! Don't you dare touch Sodapop. I'll – I'll stay here but you better not get even close to Soda." I try to negotiate.
They can't kill Soda! He's so young. He still has so much life ahead of him. And how the hell do they even know about Soda or know where we live? Then I see another Soc rifling through my wallet. Joy. That's how they found out about my name and Sodapop since my ID and both boys' insurance cards are there.
"Ah, we have a negotiator on our hands, do we?" one of them says sneakily.
"Please, just let me see my kid-brother." I push.
"C'mon David, what's it going to hurt? The kid's dead anyway."
The Soc help me to my feet and the rope around my hands is nearly broken. I can tell David's not real happy 'bout it, but they lead me deeper and deeper into the warehouse. I'm getting jumpy about being in the belly of the beast. We round the corner into a large empty room with a few windows. I notice that two of the windows are broken.
A small, dark, little hump lies motionless in the far corner, near one of the broken windows. A large lump is growing rapidly in my throat and tears drip down my face.
'God no, no, not Pone. Not Pony.' "Pony? Ponyboy! No, sweetie, no," I choke out walking over to him.
As I'm walking closer, my baby brother's handsome features grow clearer. How could this happen? The kid was only fifteen! Oh my little Pone! Tears are falling him. My elbow manages to roll him over onto his back. I gasp. Blood is caked on his hair, arms, legs and even through his shirt on his stomach. For some reason, Ponyboy doesn't look dead to me. In fact, I think I can see his chest rising.
"Pony? Ponyboy? You with me, kiddo? C'mon sweetie, can you hear me?" I ask real quiet.
Ponyboy starts to moan a bit and start to cry even harder.
"Hey!" one of the Socs yell at me. "Get over here!" he yells, all of them pulling out knives. David whips out a gun.
'S***' I think.
"Darrel, step away from the kid." He commands, cocking the gun, ready to fire any second.
"Make me." I growl, waiting to be rushed.
Oh they rushed, alright. I was just faster. I brake the rope, throw a few punches before scooping up Ponyboy and running like hell for the window. I bust the window open a little more and take off, carrying Pony in front of my chest like a baby monkey clinging to its mother. For gunshots sound. One whizzes past my right ear. Pony is coming around just as the other three bullets slam into my body. The adrenaline is racing so fast through me I only feel the impact that pushes me forward. I keep running down the road and back alleys. Then I feel the pain and let out a small scream, but keep going. A bullet is lodged between my right shoulder blade and my muscle, another in my back and the third I felt rip through my abdomen. Pony's out cold again. I have to slow to a walk. I can hardly breathe. My vision is blurring. I think we've left those Socs far behind. I'm sucking for air and I hurry out onto the road, needing someone to help us. Ponyboy has been sick and injured for almost three days and I've been shot. Blood is everywhere, from me and Pone. I'm cold and shivering and queasy and light-headed. I-I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. We're on the main drag but at dusk, no one seems to want to pick up two bloody brothers who desperately need a ride to the hospital.
"C'mon, why can't somebody just stop?!" I ask breathlessly.
A truck whizzes past me dangerously close to hitting me. My vision turns black and I feel myself crumbling to the ground, still cradling Pony while slipping into a world unknown.
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