All Or Nothing

by Bagels.fics

Nobody thought it would come to this. Carla Brooke Curtis, just sixteen, was dead. Killed. Survived by her best friend, Sherri, her brothers, and her boyfriend, Keith. Who was the killer? That question is where it all began... "I saw her there first, on the ground, pale, cold, and naked from the waist down. 'Carla' was the only word that could escape my mouth." -Soda. Warning: Rape

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6: A Shocking Revelation

All Or Nothing

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own The Outsiders? No. The real owner of The Outsiders is the best author ever, S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from the stories that I write on this site.

A/N: Please tell me what you think! Criticism is welcome, but no flames. Flames killed Johnny. ;) Suggestions are always welcome, no matter what they might be. Thank you.

Sodapop's POV (February 10th, 1967)

The night of the rumble left me feeling anxious. I wasn't too sure why, but I felt like something awful was going to happen while we were fighting.

If only I knew how right I was.

I kept a close eye on Ponyboy the whole night. Him and Darry came out of the bedroom with greased hair. Ponyboy had his hair greased to the absolute max; he probably weighed an extra pound that night, but he needed it for the rumble. He still hadn't grown much, even at fourteen years old.

It felt just like the night of the last rumble when Johnny and Dally died about five months ago, and that thought didn't help my stomach relax any.

Ponyboy's POV (Same Date)

The rumble brought relief and a sick feeling to my stomach. I think Sodapop felt it too, because he had been real quiet all night. Our house took on a somber atmosphere.

We proceed to cartwheel and handspring throughout the streets of Tulsa, screeching like banshees and laughing. The energy was catching and the adrenaline rushed through my veins when we reached a plot of land behind an old abandoned warehouse. I mentally counted the people present. There were twenty-three greasers and twenty-eight Socs. Not as even as I would have liked them to be, but they could have been worse. I tuned out everybody shaking hands and instead locked eyes with a tall, slim Soc with dark, curly hair about thirty feet away from me. He looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who he was. It bothered me a lot. He seemed to know me though.

Darry was called up to start the rumble, just like usual. But instead of taking on Paul, a Soc I recognized as Jimmy Carlson stepped up. He was shorter than Paul by an inch or two, but he seemed to be a little more muscular than Paul. I wasn't too worried though, Darry was a good fighter.

The first right hook was swung by Darry, and it was on. Jimmy swung back a strong, quick punch, but Darry smoothly dodged it.

I found the nearest Soc and punched him in the face. He barely reacted to the impact and punched me back. I blocked it, but I missed the next punch and his fist made contact with my stomach. I doubled over gasping and cursing at him. Quickly recovering, I tried to pin him down on the muddy ground, but being how lightweight I was he threw me into the ground instead.

I blearily looked around for Soda. He was taking on a slightly larger Soc, but the guy looked ready to drop. Steve was right behind him helping out Two-Bit with Paul.

I felt a sharp kick to the back of my head and then I saw the curly-haired kid over me along with my original opponent. They both continued to kick my ribs and my head, while Jimmy also punched me in the face a few times. My vision went blurry and I tried to fight back, but they were kicking in the same spot that I got my concussion in.

I finally remembered who the tall, curly-haired Soc was. It was Randy Anderson.

My vision went totally blank and I passed out.

Moi (Guest): Hey! Thank you so much for your reviews! Yes, Carla was just a youngin in chapter 2, it was a flashback. :)

Word Count: 670 Words

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~Alee xXx