Author's note: I know the boy's age difference. Darry hadn't his twelve birthday since his birthday in January. The shooting halls in the fall, months from his birthday. So this clears the age thing up.

Darry-

Soda was crying and shaking, as i wrapped him into my arms. "I killed him, Dar. I killed them both". Soda says sobbing

"It was an accident, bud. You didn't mean too. ", I say as if talking to a small child

"They are dead, Dar. I was the one who pulled the trigger.", Soda says

"Honey, it was something that happened. No one meant for it to happen , it was just an accident.", I say kissing Soda's hair

Pony stood unsure what to do or where to stand. He had never seen Soda like this, this was all new to him. He was too young to remember James and the shooting. He was only four.

Flashback

I was out reading a comic book while Pony played besides me. I heard a bang, and then a second bang. A scream and cries were heard following. I belive we all knew inevitably that it was Daddy's gun going off. I picked Pony up puting him on my hip as Mama and daddy rushed into the study. Daddy came running out of the garage where he was working on a old car. Mama stopped her work and ran towards the hous

I hurried to keep up and arrived first on the scene. Soda was crying and cradling James. He was rocking back and forth with tears running down his face. There was so much blood, everywhere. Even Steve, whose father always hit him was nearly in tears. Steve rarely cried, even when his father nearly killed him and Daddy fought him on the side of the road. Steve Randell was a tough kid.

Daddy bent beside Soda taking James into his strong and capable arms. Mama took one look at James and called 911. Daddy began CPR and tried to breath for James. Deep down , we all knew James was unsaveable. But my Daddy was the kind of man who fought for the unlikely chance James would breath. Mama had grabbed a towel, a white towel and placed it on James's chest wound. Daddy actually got James to breath , and they both fought on for a little longer.

She applied pressures to the wound to stop the bleeding. James was awful pale and still, his breathing was uneven and he was struggling. He took kept on breathing, although it wasn't enough to keep him alive for long. "He's dead", Mama mouthed to me

I nodded taking Soda into my arms , practically dragging him out of the room. We guided the EMTS into the house, they knew James was unsaveable when they arrived. Daddy fought on despite the EMTS disagreement. The EMTS said James wasn't saveable, he was dying, no changing that.

You can't save the unsaveable, Dallas Winston and Johnathan Cade fall into the category. Dallas would inevitable die violent and young. Dallas was born as a certain bred of young men who would grow up into corrupted young men called hoods. They were unsaveable, hoods didn't change, they didn't like to do things the legal way. Most hoods like Dallas would die on the street before they were eighteen.

Johnny Cade came from another bred. An unlucky, unfortunate bred that is unable to have a happy end. More times than not , sad little puppies with big sad eyes that have been kicked too many times have a sadder don't deserve their unluckiness or sad deaths. Johnny Cade was a sweet and kind kid, everyone loved him so much.

The EMTS placed the frail body of James onto a stretcher. James would die on the way to the hospital. His breaths would be come so choppy. No one could save him, not Daddy, not EMTS and not the doctors.

I remember as Mama called James's parents who rushed to the house. The sad eyes of his father and the teary ones of his mother. His mother would cry till her body shook, and James's father who i saw behide the crack of Daddy's study.

He screamed, cried and kicked his pain away. Nothing would bring their James back, not even a miracle. Miracles happened to the lucky not those who fell into the unsaveable category. It was the sad reality of how the world really works. I tried to comfort Soda as he cried those tears that feel like a summer rain. That summer we would move away , Daddy was unable to get the red stains out of the carpet. Daddy would get rid of his gun and bullets. Soda would blame himself and his friendship with Steve was damaged.

We moved into town, miles away from where the incident happened. Every time we drove past that house, uneasiness was evident. Soda wasn't the same smiley brother I know for months after that would meet the unsaveable Dallas Winston and Johnny Cade when we moved to town.

Flashback over

Soda sobbed into my shirt and my shirt began damp. Soda was so weak and vulnerable in his current state. There was nothing i could say or do that would help. Soda just had to work it out himself. It took months and I hated my inability to comfort him.

Being superman wasn't easy, i was expect to be the strongest. Sometimes Superman has dreams, feelings and tears to shed.

I rubbed Soda's back, offering all I knew to do. Soda was in tune with his emotions, I wasn't able to have that ability. He was always able to comfort Pony or myself. But I didn't know how too, I was always too rough with the boys and said the wrong things. I wasn't sure why i struggled with something so simple.