Disclaimer: I still don't own the Outsiders sadly.

That same afternoon just as agreed on, Dally was there waiting for Johnny to get out of school. When the bell finally rang, hundreds of teens raced out of the building. Just as Johnny was walking out the door, he was bumped into by Mr. Glass making him drop a binder he was carrying.

"Whoops. Sorry about that Johnny. Got so many binders I didn't see you there." Mr. Glass said with a bunch of binders he was holding.

"That's alright Mr. Glass." Johnny said picking up some papers that flew out of his binder and put them back in.

"Hey! What's your problem!?" Dally asked coming over when he saw his buddy coming out and getting bumped into.

"Sir, there is no problem here. Now I suggest…"

"Oh I think we got a problem here!" Dally shouted getting in the sub's face and gave him a mean stare.

"Dal, chill out man; it was just an accident." Johnny pleaded.

"The hell it was. Listen good man, I don't take too kindly when people mess with my buddy."

"Dally knock it off." Johnny said a little louder then he wanted and Dally just looked at him. "Look, can we get out of here now?" He asked not wanting to be involved in any kind of fight right now. Dally looked back at Mr. Glass who gave a silent look telling Dally to try and put his hand on him. At last he gave Mr. Glass one last glare before turning around and walking back towards the east side of town with Johnny.

"Who the hell was he?" Dally asked.

"The science substitute. Mrs. James was in a car accident."

"How long is he supposed to be here?"

"I don't know; whenever Mrs. James gets out of the hospital I guess."

"Better be soon; I don't like him." Dally said glancing back at the school.

"He's not so bad."

"Well you can't trust anyone. Not until Lynch is found. He could be anywhere."

"Yeah, anywhere." Johnny said with a bit of fear in his voice.

"You still spooked about last night?"

"I don't want to talk about it. And you don't have to stay with me tonight. I'll be alright."

"Got nothing better to do. Come on let's drop your stuff off and we can walk around a bit to get your mind off of things."

"Alright."

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Meanwhile back at the high school, Ponyboy was heading to the gym locker room so he could get changed for practice. On the way there, Mr. Glass came walking down the hallway.

"Hello Ponyboy. Good job on your introduction paper today. Your English teacher told me you have quite a talent for writing."

"Yeah I do. I've written a couple of things in the past."

"That's very good. You'll have to bring some of them for me to read sometime."

"I can do that." Ponyboy told him.

"You also mentioned you're a track star right?"

"Sure am. I'm actually headed to practice right now."

"Well I won't keep you waiting. I have to be somewhere in a half hour myself. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Bye Mr. Glass." He said and continued his way towards the locker rooms. 'Sure he seems nice but there's just something I don't like about him. I mean he couldn't be Lynch or anything right? Well he doesn't have a scar on his face like the radio said but…I don't know.' He thought to himself. He got to the locker room and changed into his track uniform and waited for the rest of the team and his coach. Once everyone was there, they all walked outside onto the track.

"Alright boys. We got that meet tomorrow so I want you to show me today what you're going to bring tomorrow. If you bring me your B game then don't even bother showing up tomorrow. I want the absolute best representing Tulsa High tomorrow. Are we understood?"

"Yes coach!" The boys all said.

"Good. Give me four laps around the track for warm up. Go!" He ordered and the team was off. As Ponyboy was running his laps, he noticed Mr. Glass walk out and put a bunch of binders in his black car. The track was right across from the student parking lot but the teachers had their own separate little parking lot closer to the other side of the building. Why did he choose to park his car where the students were? He even had the blue tag that the teachers had to put on the front-view mirror so they could park in the teacher's lot. Someone had to have told him where to park. Afterwards Mr. Glass closed the door and leaned on his car just like he did that morning and watched the boys run. Suddenly Ponyboy's imagination started to run wild and he began to daydream.

In his mind Lynch was staring at him with a wicked smile. His eyes grew wide as he couldn't stop looking at his smile. He started breathing short fearful gasps and quickly started to sprint as fast as he could away from there. All he kept thinking was run and get home to Darry; he would protect him like he promised. Forgetting that he was at practice, Ponyboy continued sprinting on the track but in his mind he was running for home. He felt like it took an eternity to get to his street and all that time Lynch just followed him somehow keeping up with him at a walking pace with that evil smile. Just when he was almost at the house he saw Darry working on his truck. Darry noticed Lynch behind Ponyboy and started running at him. He took a swing at Lynch but all of a sudden fell to the ground. Ponyboy stopped running when he saw Lynch was holding a gun that was still smoking and Darry was on the ground; dead. His eyes were wide and he was frozen at the spot unable to move. Lynch stepped over Darry and started coming towards him still with that smile.

"Dang Curtis. That's the fastest I think I've ever seen you run." Another voice said that brought him back to reality.

"W-what?" Ponyboy asked and he remembered that he was at track practice. He had somehow finished all four of his laps while he was daydreaming.

"Curtis your face is pale. When I said I wanted an A game I didn't mean kill yourself."

"No I'm fine. I guess I'm just as surprised as you are that I ran that fast." Ponyboy gasped.

"Go get some water. If you run like that tomorrow we might have a chance." He told him and Ponyboy did as he was told. While he drank some of his water, he looked towards the student parking lot to see Mr. Glass was gone.

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4:55 PM
D.X. gas station

"…there is still no new information about the whereabouts of fifteen year old Scott Gregory who went missing yesterday afternoon on Charles Street. Police have not yet given any more details about his abductor Harrison Lynch."

"Dammit!" Soda shouted slamming his fist on the counter. All day when he wasn't busy with customers, he was listening to the radio to see if any new information had come out about Lynch.

"Will you shut that thing off already Soda? It's obvious the fuzz ain't gonna release any more information to the public so there's no use having it on." Steve said who was sweeping the floor.

"I can't just stop worrying about this Steve. Ponyboy is on the list he's looking for. I gotta know what he does so we can avoid it."

"This guy's a serial killer. His job basically is to kill people. If they haven't caught him yet then this guy is good. We're greasers. We just have to be better than him."

"But how can I…" That's when the door opened and in came a sobbing woman with black hair with her husband still trying to get out of the car.

"Ma'am, are you…" Steve asked but the woman went right up to the counter where Soda was.

"Have you seen my Scotty; my baby!?" The woman asked Soda sobbing.

"I…"

"Please…I have to find him. He'll kill him if I don't." She told him and her husband who had brown hair and a soft beard made it into the store.

"Honey he's not here. He'll be in an ordinary house just like the other times he's kidnapped a teenager." The man said trying to guide her out of the store.

"No! That monster tortures kids just for fun! The police told me he does. Scotty needs me! Scott!" She screamed and the man just dragged her out of the store apologizing to the two employees. Once they got in the car and left Steve looked at Soda after what he just heard. Soda's face was as white as a sheet, his eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly opened, and just stared at the door where the parents just left from. He seemed to be in a daze.

"Soda? Hey snap out of it buddy!" Steve said throwing the broom down.

"He does it for fun." Soda mumbled and his legs suddenly turned to jelly. He would have fallen hard on the floor if Steve hadn't jumped over the counter and steadied him just in time.

"Easy buddy. Sit down, sit down." Steve told him gently lowering him to the floor.

"He tortures teens for fun." Soda mumbled again still in shock.

"That lady was crazy. She didn't know what she was saying." Steve told Soda not really believing himself.

"She said Scott; Scott Gregory." Soda continued and that's when the front door opened again.

"Anybody here?" A familiar voice asked. Steve jumped up from the counter and saw Darry there.

"Darry, its Soda." Steve said kneeling back down to check on his friend while Darry ran over.

"What the hell happened?!" Darry asked and Steve explained what happened. When Darry heard this, his face too went pale but he put his feelings to the side for now and focused on his brother.

"Come on Pepsi-cola. Just look at me. I've got you." Darry said making Soda look at him. Soda launched at Darry and started balling.

"He does it for fun Darry! He does it just for the hell of it!" Soda shouted while Darry held him tight.

"I know Pepsi. I know." All of a sudden something clicked inside Soda's head. He jumped out of Darry's embrace with terror now in his eyes.

"Pony! We have to go get him!" He said.

"Okay Soda. Let's get Pony and head home." Darry said calmly.

"I'll clock you out Soda. Just go check on the kid." Steve said and with a nod from Soda the two went to go get their little brother.

I told you it would start to pick up. Now if Ponyboy and Johnny were to say, get kidnapped by said serial killer that's when the big action will pick up but who's to say that will happen right? Anyways I hope you enjoy now excuse me while I hide from some angry greasers.

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