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SODA'S POV

I couldn't believe Two-bit's words…Ponyboy gone? And shot? Could he be….Dead? No….He can't….No! I slide against the wall sobbing by myself. Darry hugged me and sobbed too, everybody else looked away probably not wanting to see some of the toughest greasers break down. Johnny was crying too, but silently. I tried not to think that Ponyboy might be….dead…He just can't be! He's a strong kid!!! My baby brother…Why him?

"Soda, you ok?" Steve asked me. I glared at him, what kinda stupid question is that?

"What do you think Steve!?" I snapped at him. He backed away and nodded realizing what he had said. We have to find him…

"Where do we start first?" Two-bit asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"About the Socs. Are we gonna have a rumble or something?" Two-bit's voice got a bit louder, "We just can't sit around not doing anything!"

Dally seemed to stand still and go pale. Like he just remembered something important.

"Guys…" He said.

"What?" I asked him.

"I think…Oh no…."

"What?" I repeated getting a bit mad.

"Last night….I went to Tim's and…Told him about Pony and…Found Bob….We kinda paid him a visit at the Dingo…." Dally stopped.

"Bob said something about….Said that he'll pay for…Telling his secret to others." Johnny said.

"Jesus…What did I do…" Dally whispered.

I walked into Pony's room. Pony still had the ripped up note that the Soc gave to him. My hands shook in anger as I looked for the name of the Soc who did this to my brother. Bob Sheldon, I read on a ripped up piece. Darry was right behind me, he too was angry. We will do something about this. They WILL pay. But first, we had to find Pony. But where do we start?

PONY'S POV

My eyes squinted as I woke up. The sunlight got into my eyes, which was very bright. I was laying on the cold floor of this unknown place. I tried to sit up, but quickly regretted it as I let out a painful yelp. My breathing got heavier as remembered what had happened. The shooting…Socs taking me…My head thudded against the floor. Where am I? My eyes wandered around, there was magazines, chairs, and only 1 window. It was all small and dirty. A shack? Outside, there was a tree. I listened for cars, maybe there was a road nearby, but I didn't hear any. I let out a sigh, which hurt. Then I remembered where I have been shot. My hand shook as I tried to see my wound, I cautiously removed the part of my shirt that was ripped up and saw my wound. I gasped at how horrible it was. Somebody tried to clean it up. But it still looked horrible. I winced when I touched it. Suddenly, an engine of a car was heard outside, then footsteps coming closer. I quickly pretended I was still unconscious.

"Look, I think he's still alive…" A male voice said.

"Yeah, you think he'll make it?" Another said…Socs.

"Nah, I'm out of here." The first voice said leaving.

"What about Bob?"

"That's his problem, you coming or not?"

"Sure." They left and drove away. I opened my eyes to see nobody again. I stared at the dirty ceiling. Wonder where the gang is? Johnny…What did Bob do to him?

BOB'S POV

Great, my so called 'friends' left. Now I have to take care of this greaser. But it's worth it if his brothers are feeling the pain…. As I get in my car. My girlfriend Cherry walks up to the window. I roll the window down. She gives me one of those looks…The 'please don't tell me you forgot' looks.

"What?" I ask.

"What do you mean what?" She asks madly.

"What is it?"

"Don't you remember?"

I pretend to think, "Nope."

"We have a date tonight! At my house! My parents aren't home." She says folding her arms. I smile, man she looks hot.

"Don't worry. At 7 tonight, right?"

She smiles too, "Yes."

"Ok then, bye." I drive off to check on the greaser. It's been 3 days. We'll he make it through? I shake my head. I don't think so…Oh well. When I got there, the greaser was still unconscious. Or so it seems. He opened his eyes and sort of gasps when he sees me. I grin. He is terrified of me. I walk up to him. He shuts his eyes waiting for me to do something to him. Maybe I should. I kick him on his side, and he yells.

"C'mon greaser! Wake up!"

He winces.

"What do you think of you're new home?" I yell circling him.

"Ne-new home?" He whispers in pain.

"Yes, so?"

He just shuts his eyes and grits his teeth. Probably from the kick I gave him.

"Not gonna answer huh?"

"Why are you doing this?' He asks in pain.

I stand still. Jimmy… "I…" I look away and shake my head remembering who I'm talking to.

"None of your business." I say angrily. He just looks at me warily, then closes his eyes. I wait for a couple of minutes before realizing he's sleeping. It was 6:47 p.m. Time for a date…..