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Warning: Language and violence

Chapter 9

"Soda?" Sodapop turned abrubptly seeing Ponyboy looking confused, immeadtly Soda was by his brother's side.

"What's wrong, Pony? Need somthing?" Soda asked, a little too excited. Ponyboy's eyes widened and he looked scared almost, Soda's eyes turned a gentle brown and he stroked Pony's hair out of his eyes.

"What's. . .wrong?" Soda asked once more.

Ponyboy lowered his head. "Nothing," He whispered faintly. Soda felt his heart break, still he put on the fakest smile he could make up and ruffled Ponyboy's hair.

"Okay. . ." Soda spoke.

"C'ome on, we gotta' move on." Darry spoke, taking Soda's arm. Ponyboy was confused, where were Darry and Soda going?

"Where are you going?" He asked.

Darry froze. ". . .Soda and I are going to get some packs of cigarettes and some booze, Two-bit drank all the booze, and we're runnin' low on ciggs, Johnny's here if you need anything." It was half a lie, Johnny would be here, but Soda and Darry would be far from the gas station. Ponyboy shrugged and Soda crouched down a bit to his younger brother's heigth.

"Was there somthing you needed, Baby?" Soda asked.

". . .No."

Ponyboy then left the room, saying he felt tired. Soda wished him goodnight and when Ponyboy was out of hearing, Tim Sheppard, Steve Randle and Dallas Winston showed up at the front door.

"Whoowee!" Dallas cheered. "Nothin' like a good rumble to get my blood flowin'"

Darry sushed him. "Knock it off, my kid brother just went to bed!"

Soda looked up the stairs, almost doubting Ponyboy for a moment while Darry went over the rules for the socs, The ones who harmed Ponyboy were Soda and Darry's. The lackeys of the Socs who didn't harm Pony, but were somehow, someway, involved, were the rest of the gang's.

"We've got one hour, I lied to Pony saying that we went for booze and cigarettes. One Hour, no more, got that?" Darry spoke, holding up his index finger.

"Right." The three spoke.

Just then, in came a wheezing Two-Bit, looking exausted, running to the door while the Greasers looked at him weird.

"S-sorry." He coughed. Steve cocked an eyebrow.

"The fuck were you?" Dallas asked, lighting up a cancer-stick.

"Fucking your mother," Two-bit snapped. Dallas gave a look of murder before Darry stepped in. "Knock it off Two-bit, what happened?" Darry asked.

"Okay, well, I was drivin' my car up to the Dingo-"

"Where is it?" Steve interrupted.

"INTERUPTING COW- MOOOOOO!" Two-bit's biggest pet-peeve is being interrupted. Steve narrowed his eyes, calling Two-bit a filthy name and two-bit kept on talking.

"Anyway, I went to grab a Coke when I noticed these Socs roaming outside, well, I followed them and overheard them speak, and I quote, 'Let's make' another move on that sexy Greaser-boy', Honest Darry, he said that." Two-bit spoke. "So I ran all the way here, they're all waiting at the end of the hill in the park, so let's kick some Soc ass!"

Soda felt his blood boil as he started sprinting to the large group of Socs with the gang on his trail. Many of the Socs didn't even see Soda jump from the large cliff while sucker punching one Blonde Soc in the face. The others came supporting Soda, Steve and Dallas had found a few pipes lying on the ground and began beating a few in the head or stomachs, Two-Bit began leaping and kicking a few in the face while Darry had almost, smashed skulls, into one another with just one punch. The Greasers fought without even thinking. It was pure rage flowing in their blood and fogging their minds. Poor Ponyboy was all Sodapop could think of while smashing a Soc's nose and kicking him to the ground.

"Stupid, son of a bitch!" Sodapop cursed, kicking the ribs of another Soc who gave him a busted lip. "WHICH ONE OF YOU TOUCHED HIM?!"

Soda was never the one to be raging mad, but he was beyond pissed. And it was deadly.

Everyone stopped fighting for a moment and stared at the dirty-blonde, who's left eye was badly bruised, his lip busted, and a couple of streeks of blood stained his head and hair.

"I said who touched him. . .WHO HARMED MY BROTHER?!"

Darry eyed the crowd, until he noticed on particular Soc try and slip away. The Guilty one, probably.

Darry started booking for the boy and managed to tackle him while Steve, Dallas and two-bit fought off the other Socs trying to attack the muscular greaser from behind.

"Was it you, you bastard?" Darry shook him by the shoulders and it was the raven haired soc from the bus. He smirked, remember the auburn greaser from under his hold begging for mercy and pleading him to stop.

"And if I was? That little slut liked it" He growled.

Darry felt his heart break, remembering a small baby brother he used to lay with making sure he selt soundly. And as soon as that image came to his head, he felt his heart tug and squeeze as he didn't notice that he was beating to soc mercilessly on the ground, Sodapop helping him.

How dare this asshole harm their brother.

How dare he.

"Johnny." Ponyboy asked, looking out the window. Johnny turned, slightly alarmed.

"It's been over an hour, it doesn't take that long for some cigarettes does it?" Ponyboy asked, sincere and worried. Johnny had to think of a lie and quick.

"They probably got. . . stuck in traffic."

"Traffic, Johnny?" Ponyboy asked.

Johnny nodded.

"At eleven o'clock at night?"

Johnny didn't know how to reply to that one and Ponyboy dropped the subject, wrapping a blanket tightly around him. Johnny noticed this and felt Ponyboy's forehead.

"m' cold." Pony muttered. "I. . .I want Sodapop."

Johnny bit his lip, looking out the window towards the drive-way. Where were they?

Darry huffed loudly, his arm shaking as he held the Soc by his collar, the Soc smirked.

"What's the matter, Grease?" He spat. "Gonna' cry?"

Sodapop grit his teeth, kicking his legs as Darry let go of him. The Soc scrambled off the muddy ground. For a brief moment the rumble stopped and everyone looked at one another. It was no longer a meaningless rumble. It was a life-time battle, where no mercy or any ounce of human kindness was shown.

No one cared for one another; almost forgetting that they were fighting other human beings.

For a distance police sirens could be heard and it didn't take much for both parties to realize the "fun" was over. The Greasers left their seprate ways all charging back to the quiet house. Slowly the door was opened and Johnny looked up, smiling.

"How was it?" He smirked, "like the bruises, makes ya'll look tuff."

Darry smiled back, seeing Ponyboy sleeping curled up on the floor next to Johnny. Sodapop and Darry helped Ponyboy to his room while the gang patched themselves up with the first-aid kit.

Gently resting Ponyboy on his and Soda's bed, they tucked him in warm, safe and sound.

". . .I'm not leaving this room, I'll sleep on the floor if I have to." Darry said.

Sodapop smiled. "There's room for three, let's get cleaned up first."

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