A/N- Oh my gosh..Are you guys still there? Sorry this took over 3 months to post. I'm such a turd. School was just kicking my butt and I was very stuck on what I should write for this chapter. But it all worked out okay I hope :-) Just a warning: This chapter does involve rape. Oh wow, you guys are going to hate me! And I'd just like to thank all of the reviews/ favourites and follows. Especially the reviews telling me to hurry up! And also I'd like to thank 'Cirruz The Night Elf' on giving me some great ideas- You should go check out her stories! And sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar errors.
Disclaimer- I DO NOT own The Outsiders, S.E Hinton does, and she is amazing.

Chapter seven

Pony's POV

After our small ration of burnt fish, Steve and I went to play cards with a couple of the guys.

"Yo Curtis, Randle." Raymond shouted happily when we walked into his tent.

"Quiet down, idiot." I hissed at him. He was drunk.

"Touchy." He chuckled loudly but shut up.

"Okay, what are we playing?" I asked.

"Go fish. None of these losers wanna give up their cigarettes." Raymond replied moodily.

"Just as well, I don't smoke." I muttered. Steve chuckled beside me. "What?" I asked, looking at him.

"You? Ponyboy Curtis, don't smoke?" He said, laughing in disbelief.

I looked at him with a serious expression etched into my features and he stared at me with his mouth agape.

"When in the hell did you quit smokin'?"

"When I was 15 Steven, so I'd make it back onto the track team." I stared at him accusingly, was I really the unimportant to him that he didn't realize that I quit smoking 2 years ago.

Jesus Christ.

He looked at me sheepishly. "Woops, guess I never payed much attention." I rolled my eyes and he took a sip of whiskey.

"Did'ja know I went out with Lucy Crowford for a month when I was 16?" His eyes widened, telling me that he had no idea.

"Well I thought you batted for the opposite team, Ponykid." He said innocently, gaining a few chuckles from the other boys who had decided to listen in on our conversation. My eyes widened.

I was about to shoot a smartass comment back when Raymond cut me off.

"Okay, hush. You obviously want Curtis, Randle."

I sat and gawked at Raymond, unable to comprehend what just said. But when I did I was disgusted.

The next thing I know, Steve's face was just inches away from mine.

"What the he..." I was cut off by Steve's mouth pressing against mine causing my eyes to pop out of my head. His lips tasted strongly of alcohol.

That explains why he was kissing me.

I pulled away with a fast jerk and glared at him.

"Man?" I asked simply.

"Sorry, not sorry." He grinned. "And I ain't even drunk."

"Yeah, okay buddy." I rolled my eyes, still shocked.

I looked around and saw the other boys looking at us in either disgust or amusement.

"A picture would last longer." I muttered, turning a bright shade of red.

With that, I pulled Steve up and walked to the tents exit.

"Gonna go make out some more, are we?" Raymond laughed. I shrugged, an innocent expression on my face.

I heard them all fox whistling as Steve and I walked back to our shared tent.

When we entered the comfort of our tent I turned on Steve.

"What was that, man?" I growled.

"Entertainment." He stated with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at him. "C'mon, it's the only action they've seen in months. They probably enjoyed watching it too." He chuckled while I shuddered.

"That's disgusting, Steve. Anyone else and it would've been fine."

"It won't happen again. I promise." He replied, holding out his pinky to show that he was serious. I grabbed his pinky with mine then quickly pulled away when I noticed how childish it was.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. It was getting late.

"We should try and get some rest. I have a bad feeling about tomorrow." I said tiredly.

He scrunched his face up in distaste. "That's a cheerful feeling to have. Now I won't be able to sleep."

"Just try." I mutter.

"Fine, whatever you say boss." And with that, he fell down onto his rock hard pillow with a thud, falling asleep instantly.

Despite me needing sleep, I stayed awake for an hour or so. I was starting to feel a little nauseous.

I sighed and rolled onto my stomach, making the dull ache turn into a sharp pain.

I groaned.

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I woke up a few hours later, the sharp pain in my stomach was gone but it was replaced by the dull ache again. Great.

"G'morning sleepyhead." Steve's voice came from beside me. I groaned.

"Piss off." My voice was muffled by the pillow that had somehow managed to be over my head. I sounded exhausted.

"You alright, buddy?" Steve asked worriedly. That was flattering.

"Yeah, just think I'm coming down with something. Don't worry about it." I groaned again.

Man, my stomach was starting to kill.

I heard the shuffling of feet and then felt Steve's hand pressing against my neck.

"Shit, you're burning up Pone." Now he sounded really worried.

"It's nothing Steve, probably just ate something off."

"That, or your appendix has exploded and you're gonna die from blood poisoning or you've got canc.." I chuckled, cutting him off.

"Shut up Steve, don't worry too much about me, I'm a big boy."

"You'd like to think that, kid." He replied sarcastically.

"I do think that." I muttered under by breath.

Surely after being here for months he'd consider me an adult... Even though I'm only 17.

He sighed.

"Okay, get up Horseman, it's 5am."

I ripped the pillow off my face and looked at him pulling his military jacket on.

I grumbled and sat up, rubbing at my eyes in an attempt to wake up fully.

"GET UP! GET UP NOW!" I jolted up onto my feet and sprinted outside, Steve right on my heels.

"What the hell is going on?" Ralph shouted at no one in particular.

"I've got no idea" I shouted back.

Eric came running up to me breathlessly. "'Nam troop a few hours away. We gotta pack everything up and head out now." Shit.

I grabbed Steve's arm and we ran back to our tent, grabbing all of our belongings, and then raced to where Marcus was giving orders.

"What're we doin', boss?" I shouted over all the chaos.

"Getting the bloody hell out of 'ere fast." He replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Are we going to leave camp here?"

"Nah, we got some time to pack most of it up. If we leave anything behind it won't be replaced. The government is sort of low on resources at the moment." He stated sourly.

"Perfect." I replied sarcastically.

I grabbed Steve by the arm again and we raced around, helping people pack stuff up.

A little while later I looked down at my watch and cursed.

"What is it?" Eric asked from beside me.

"We've been packing for a frigin' hour." I said a little panicky.

Steve swore and hurried off, most likely telling Marcus that we had to leave.

"Okay, time to go. Quickly make you way over..." I was cut off by guns firing.

Startled yelps and cusses were heard, than chaos broke loose.

Bullets flew over our heads in every direction- We'd been ambushed.

I drop down onto my hands and knees, trying to get as far away as possible from the bullets being fired.

"Steve?" I shouted. Where the hell are you? I thought.

I looked around and saw people from my troop dropping like flies, but the one that got to me the most was when I saw Billy hit the ground, already dead.

He was only 16! Johnny's age. Too young to be in a place like this, like most of us. But he was the youngest in the troop, the little brother.

Rage shoots through me and before I know it, I'm on my feet again. I was going to find the bastard that killed him.

I don't use my head.

I was hit on the side of the head hard by an unknown force and I gladly fell into the blackness.

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Steve's POV

I looked around at the destruction before me.

The Vietnamese soldiers left just as quickly as they came.

I looked around at the remaining soldiers in my troop but didn't see Ponyboy anywhere.

I panicked.

I started searching for him amongst the dead, some of the men were unrecognisable.

"Steve," I swivelled around and was face to face with Eric, "They took him, Steve." His voice was dead and his eyes were empty.

"What d'ya mean 'They took him'?" I asked dangerously.

He backed away from me, clearly seeing the anger on my face. I know what he meant, but I didn't want to believe it.

He sucked in a sharp breath. "The Vietnamese soldiers took Ponyboy."

I started seeing red, that damn kid was my responsibility!

"Let's go get him back then." I spoke calmly but on the inside I was about to explode. The only reason I didn't was because it wasn't Eric's fault.

"Are you nuts?" Ralph shrieked. "He's just one boy, get over it!" I exploded.

I walked up to Ralph and belted him so hard I knocked a tooth loose.

"Just a boy, huh? To you maybe, but to me he is family and I ain't givin' up on 'im. Ya hear?" Everyone nodded but Ralph.

"He's probably already dead. He's probably already pissed them off with his smartass comments and they've shot him. If you go looking for him, you'll only find a corpse." Ralph spat, clutching his mouth and nose.

"You'll be a corpse if you don't shut the hell up." I warned.

I was angry at him because he was right. I might not like what I find if I go looking. But I will go look anyway.

"C'mon let's go." I started walking off, not caring if nobody followed.

"Crazy bastard." I heard Ralph mutter under his breath.

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Everyone ended up following me much to my dismay.

The only people I wanted around were Eric and Marcus but I guess the others wouldn't be completely useless.

"D'ya know where ya goin'?" Raymond called from the end of the group.

"Nope." I replied simply, receiving 5 groans from the others.

"Y'all didn't haveta come." I reminded them.

That shut 'em up.

We all trekked through the jungle for a couple of hours but there was no sign of anyone else or a POW camp.

"Maybe we should get some rest." Marcus muttered. I sighed, only agreeing because I was exhausted.

I had a feeling we'd be searching for my brother for a while.

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Pony's POV

When I came to, I could tell that I wasn't where I was supposed to be.

I went to rub my eyes and found that they were bound together.

I looked around, trying to figure out where I was and to get my bearings, but it was no use. It was pitch black.

I think it was okay for me to start panicking.

I yelled and thrashed around, trying to yank the cuffs off my wrists.

There was a loud bang somewhere close by and I froze.

A door in front of me slowly started to open, allowing light to seep through.

I was in a tiny dirt cell. The floor was muddy and the walls and roof looked like they could cave in at any moment. I was terrified.

I didn't see it coming. I was hit across the face so hard I let out a cry of protest. It received a gleeful chuckle and a sentence spoken in another language.

I knew that language well. I'm so dead.

The Vietnamese soldier hit me hard across the face again.

I stayed silent, knowing that what he wanted was to hear my pain.

I glared at him. "You son of a bitch!" I spat.

He chuckled again. "You be nice." He replied in broken English, "Or I do worse."

I didn't answer, not wanting him to act out his bluff. That only pissed him off.

He hit me hard across the face again and I felt blood trickle down my chin and onto my shirt collar.

I spat the blood in my mouth at the guys face and gave him a smirk. He wiped it off and gave me an evil glare.

He shouted something in Vietnamese. "You should no do that, boy." He hissed, but at the same time had an evil smirk on his face.

He got up and left, leaving me panicking in the corner of my cell. I didn't feel to brave anymore.

For the next few minutes I tried to pick at the cuffs on my wrists but was unsuccessful. They are bound to tight.

This camp must've been a more advanced one. Normally the locks would fall apart with a simple yank.

"Crap." I swore, giving up.

'Mum, if you're listening, I sort of need your help. I know you won't be able to do much but just look out for me and keep me alive. I love you. I knew praying wouldn't do much good, but I could only try. I had to stay alive for Soda and Darry, Steve and Two-bit. They'd be heartbroken if I died this way.

The sound of footsteps pulled me out of my thoughts.

A different man was grinning down at me. "Piss off!" I yelled, absolutely terrified by his grin.

He hushed me and came and kneeled in front of me. He started rubbing his hand up and down my leg, making me feel uncomfortable.

It only got worse from there; he kissed my mouth then kissed a trail down my neck. When he reached my collarbone he started to strip me of my military uniform, leaving me clad in only my boxers.

At that moment, I knew what was going to happen and I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop it. So I screamed bloody murder.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I screeched, trying my hardest to get loose of his firm grip.

He laughed. "You very pretty boy." And with that, he took off my final piece of clothing.

I started crying. I never thought that this would happen to me.

The monster started to kiss my neck again.

"Soda! Darry!" I screamed, a hopeless attempt. Tears were falling from my eyes like a waterfall.

The rest was a blur. All I remember is giving up on fighting and going limp, and then the pain that caused me to scream.

The pain was too much to handle so I fell unconscious, again thankful for the blackness that consumes me.

A/N- I'm a horrible person! Poor Pony. Sorry if this chapter triggers or offends anyone. That was not my intention. I hope you enjoyed! I will not make you wait 3 months for chapter 8! :-)
And please give me ideas for the next chapter, it would be a great help! I'd also like to say that Supernatural has completely taken over my life. I the 3 months that I didn't post, I watched all 8 seasons! Hahaha. I suggest you watch it! :-)
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