Final Chapter. Yhanks to all of you and the four of you who reviewed( Thank you-

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Chapter 5

Darry pov

That was the first night that I had ever spent without Soda and Ponyboy. Every thing felt empty as I got ready. Only making breakfast for one. That was something I would have to get used too. I was dreading having to tell the gang. But right now I had to go down to the armories and resister.

I pulled up into a spot by the large brick building. I was struck by how busy it was. Inside I stood in a 25 person line, full of men who would have to leave there family's also. Yet I bet that none of them had to put them in a boys home.

I still felt bitter a hour later as I reached the front of the line.

" Letter and birth certificate" a monotone sounding women asked from behind the dark mahogany counter. She had bright pink cat eye gases on a chain and right now they were hanging off the bridge of her nose. She study my papers, looked at the computer screen, then look at my papers again.

" Your not the same person!" her voice squawked, reminding me briefly of a parrot.

" See" she said shoving the papers in my face. " this drafting letter is asking for Darrel. Your birth certificate says Darrel jr." she tapped something into the computer.

" Well lookie here, it said that Darrel Curtis is your dad, but oh... He dead. No problems!" she said to her self as she ripped and through the horrid letter in the trash. I had wanted to do that for so long.

Reality hit me then like a ton of bricks. I wasn't going to be drafted and I could get my brothers back. I heard the lady call next as I left, not looking back.

I sped home, it was so early in the morning I was the only one on the streets. Flying into the drive way I ran into the house, grabbing the first phone in sight. My hands slightly shook as I dailed the dreaded number.

" Hello, this is St. Benette's, Ann speaking how may I help you." fidgeting as I waited for her to finish I prepare what to say.

" I'm looking for Ponyboy and Sodapop Curtis. They can come back home now" I could clearly picture Ponyboy's face when he would wake up and realize he was going home. Ann's voice cut through my thoughts like sharp knife.

" They already left thanks for calling" she rushed trying to get off the pone. Griping the phone tighter I growled.

" I know there's something your not telling me, and it so early in the morning, I really don't want to go over now." my threatening voice was pretty good if I had to say so myself. Practiced it a lot on Pony. The thought brought me up short. When Pony got back, now that I knew what it was like without him, I would never un nessiscarily yell.

" He left at 1am this morning" and with that she hung up the phone. Although I was worried out of my mind, I still smiled slightly. Leave it to Sodapop and Ponyboy to somehow escape.

Getting back on track, I tried to figure out where they be. I knew St. Benettes was about
30 miles away. From track Pony had once told me it took him 15 mins to slowly walk a mile. I scratched my head. I hadn't been in school for a while. Continuing my math I figured out that if they left at 1 and had been walking for 5 hours, they would be at the 20 mile mark.

As I once again ran to my car, my only hope was that they knew where they were going.

Ponyboy pov

I once again was happy that I was in track. Sure, I was a bit tried, but we did things like this a lot in practice. I couldn't say the same about Soda. He looked asleep on his feet and about to collapse.

" Only 10 miles left!" I cried out cheerful, trying to pep up Soda. I didn't mention that 10 miles would take another 2.5 hours. He gave me a week smile than dropped his head down and kept trudging.

We walked in silence for a while. I felt oddly boyont. I had never left my small greaser neighborhood. I had been afraid of soc's because they were every where down town and it was a un spoken rule that if you go there you will get jumped. Yet when I'm thrusted into this situation, I feel in liberated.

" I think you over tired pony" Soda sighed as he watched me smile. I knew he was thinking it was just a matter of time before we would get jumped and he wasn't as cheerful about it as me.

I was oddly surprised by how early in the morning the soc's come out. It was just past 6 and there Madras shits were already cluttering the downtown.
"'Greaser, you a bit lost?" one sneered.

I sloched a bit more and put some east side in my walk. Quickly,I made sure my hair was still slicked back. I really wished I could of lit a cigarette. They make you look real tough but that dumb state lady took they all from me.

"'What's it to ya" I said equally rudely back. By now they were walking beside us. Bystanders would of thought we were all friends. Except these " friends" wanted to beat us up. Walking a bit faster, we pasted row after row of un open businesses. We walked past a restaurant that Cherry had raved about to me and right beside it was a deep dark ally way. My heart jumpped in my throat.

" I think your headed this way" spat one of them in my face, shoving us down to the ground in the ally. Great. One of the greaser rules is "don't get jumped in an ally". It gives the soc's a false sense of security so they only beat on ya harder. When your in the open, they normally get scared off by us and run away.

One kicked me in the side and that hurt something awful.

" I am so sick of this!" I growled as I did a back flip up, something they weren't obviously expecting. I just wanted to get home and these idots were slowing me down.

Anger fueled my punches. I punched one in the chest and knocked the air out of him. Then I kneed him in the groin causing him to fall. There were some advantages of being short.

Behind me I heard the sound of a groan. Two had Soda in a head lock while the 3rd was slugging him like his life depended on it. Now it did.

I flew around and punched him in the back of the head. He paused, stunned, giving Soda the chance to tackle him to the ground slugging him on the chest.

The last 3 soc's looked scared and young. Maybe a year older than me. One closed it's eyes and threw a blind punch at me. It went completely over my head but I heard it make contact with the soc behind me, braking his nose. A constant stream of blood driped off his face and down on to the red madras. Take that shirt.

I stood there satisfied as I surveyed the scene. The soc that had punched the other was now fighting with him. The one that had just stood there had left. Eventually, after a few mocking comments, the broken nose soc and his so called friend ran away to.

Immense joy over took me. We had jumped the people who had tried to jump up. I couldn't wait to tell the gang.

I was flung against a wall and felt a cold object at my neck. It was the soc that I had beat up first. I was to cooky by our victory to think about him and now looked what happened. I really needed to use my head.

" We don't want ya think your better than us greaser" his haunting voice whispered." now I wouldn't want this story getting out, so I guess I'll have to end it here." he smiled just as I got what he was saying.

He was going to kill me. He had shoved a bit of shirt in my month so I couldn't was the older and strongest than me, so I couldn't move. All I could do was lean up aganeist the cold brick wall and try not to cry.

He trailed the knife down my face, then on to my neck cutting deeper. I saw stars.

I couldn't hope to live anymore, the only thing I now wanted was Sodapop to make it out ok. My knees were shanking and they could hardly hold me up.

" Say bye bye greaser" he whispered as he pushed the knife deeper. I fought to not cry. I wanted to be remember as tough...

The soc that was holding me was flung against the wall.

"How do you think you get off killing a little 13 year old kid Paul, are you really that desperate of a 20 year old?" I was afraid that the person would turn on me. He sounded angry, and I wanted to look and see who it was but I had slipped down to the ground and fell into unconinous.

I open my eyes. The sun shone in them and for a minute I couldn't see where I was. I wondered foolish if I was in heaven.

" You ok?" asked a voice to my left. It sounded like Soda's voice. I let out a small sigh of relief, so Soda was ok. That thought was all I needed as I sit up only to come face to face with Darry. That's when I realized Darry had been the one to throw the soc off me.

I was about to say thank you but before I could he had wrapped his arms around and gave me one of his rare hugs. With my free arm I pulled Soda in as well.

" I not going off to the war!" Darry whispered, not wanting to wreck our happy silence.

Smiling, I knew that whatever was throw at us we could handle it, as long as we had each other, we would stick together though thick and thin.

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THE END.

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