Life Choices 2: Forming Bonds | By : JessieMundaiFan Category: M through R > The Outsiders Views: 2857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: The Outsiders is owned by S.E. Hinton I own nothing.
… (Brief Recap) "Sorry little bitch but I just can't wait any longer," Wild Dog snickered holding a knife to Ponyboy's throat. Ponyboy eyed him fearfully. He didn't expect Wild Dog to show up so soon, he said December 1st, but now he was here and armed once again. He only hoped he could get out of this alive. (End Recap) (General POV) Tosh growled fiercely at Ponyboy's side eyeing Wild Dog with the intent to attack him. The younger greaser in question was completely tense. He was as frozen as a statue as he stared directly at the knife at his neck. He didn't have a clue what to do, he had so many options but most of them could severely blow up in his face. Ponyboy could try and talk to the knife wielding hood, but that could make him more enraged. He could try and fight off the hood, although that would pretty much guarantee his death. Maybe he could call for help on the off chance someone would be able to get to him in time to actually do something. Ponyboy had three options, none looking to bright right now, but he didn't have much of a choice at the moment. "Please," Ponyboy begged softly sounding as submissive as he possibly could, "I don't have any of the drugs you need, please let me go." The young greaser had to fight off a whimper as Wild Dog pushed the knife further into his neck cutting into his skin slightly. "Do you know what I've lost because of you and Winston's little slip up," Wild Dog moved to whisper in Ponyboy's ear, his voice causing the young greaser's skin to crawl, "it will take me years to get back all the money I lost you little bitch." "I'll pay it back," Ponyboy quickly replied desperately, "anyway I can." Wild Dog's eyebrows rose as he turned Ponyboy around to him sliding his knife over his throat even more causing blood to drip down his neck. While all this was happening, Justin was watching all this from afar, observing everything from the entrance of the alleyway. The young teen found himself literally shaking in fear as he was met once again with the frightening face of the man called Wild Dog. He didn't know what to do, he wanted to help his friend and idol but he didn't know how he could. He wasn't a fighter, and he certainly wasn't all that brave. He had to do something though, but he just wasn't quite sure what. "Anyway?" Wild Dog questioned suggestively looking Ponyboy's fifteen year old body up and down. Ponyboy resisted the urge to shiver in disgust as he felt Wild Dog's other hand reaching down his body groping him all over. "I might just take you up on that offer little bitch," Wild Dog grinned nastily, "it's been a while since I had a good fuck." Finally Tosh could take it no more, he couldn't stand the man touching his master and did the only thing any brave puppy would do in this situation, jump up out of Ponyboy's hold, and bite Wild Dog straight on the arm he was holding his knife with. "Aw fuck," Wild Dog yelled dropping the knife in pain backing away slowly as he tried to pry Tosh off him. "Tosh," Ponyboy cried seeing him fighting that dangerous hood by himself. He couldn't let his precious little friend do that. By pure instinct, Ponyboy went over and tackled Wild Dog causing him to go tumbling to the ground. Wild Dog snarled up at the young greaser on top of him but couldn't hold that look for long as he was punched aggressively by Ponyboy. The youngest Curtis brother was putting all he had into his assault. Each punch he gave was immediately followed by another one. At last Ponyboy was given a chance to defend himself and he would be damned if he didn't take it. Justin's eyes widened as he saw Ponyboy beating Wild Dog down, he felt relieved to know that Ponyboy wasn't going to take being threatened lying down. Seeing this substantial amount of strength coming from Ponyboy caused Justin to gain confidence in himself as well. However, just as he was about to run in the alleyway and join them Wild Dog gained his barring's back once again. With a violent roar only an animal in the wild could make, Wild Dog rose up throwing Ponyboy off him to the ground. With one mighty hand, the hood took Tosh off his arm, not even blinking over the skin the puppy took with him, and threw him angrily to the ground. "Worthless fucking mutt," Wild Dog snarled. Raising his foot, Wild Dog brought it down directly on Tosh's ribs causing the puppy to whimper so pitifully it would cause anyone's cold heart to melt, but not Wild Dog's though. He kept repeating the same heinous act of animal abuse over and over again. "Stop it," Ponyboy shouted pulling himself back up and sprinting toward Wild Dog again, "Stop it!" As the young greaser went to tackle the hood he was grabbed and thrown into the side of the wall bringing him down directly to a pile of trash, Wild Dog had been expecting that attack. Ponyboy struggled to stand back up again, but his body was already wearing out on him. That blow almost took out his back. Despite all this however, Ponyboy was able to find relief in seeing that Tosh was still breathing, albeit he was breathing through his mouth and wasn't moving all that much, but at least it was a sigh that he was alive and that was what matter to Ponyboy. He would take his pain over seeing Tosh hurt any day. "Look at you lying in trash, where you belong," Wild Dog panted lowly as he walked over to Ponyboy kneeling down in front of him, "to think I was actually going to try and be nice to you kid." The hood reached over and grabbed his knife from the ground and held it above Ponyboy's head threateningly. "I was going to take you up on you little offer," Wild Dog told him, "and I might just do that, but I might as well have a little fun first." Ponyboy couldn't help but close his eyes as he saw Wild Dog thrusting the knife down onto him. He braced himself for pain but didn't receive any however, but he could definitely hear Wild Dog yelling once again. Opening his eyes Ponyboy was once again surprised to see someone helping him again. Justin apparently jumped on Wild Dog's back and was beating on his head. "Justin," Ponyboy called out weakly. "I don't want to be coward anymore," Justin proclaimed tearfully looking scared out of his mind to be doing this but he still didn't stop his assault, "I want to be a real friend." "Shut up you little shit," Wild Dog hissed grabbing Justin from behind his back, bringing him around, and delivering a swift punch into his gut. Justin chocked on a gasp as the air was knocked out of him. He couldn't even defend himself as Wild Dog took his knife and swiped at him, luckily the young boy was falling at the time so the hood only slashed across his cheek. With cold haunting eyes, Wild Dog looked over Justin curiously holding the boy up by one his arms. "Which bone should I break first?" Wild Dog asked himself casually mostly inspecting the arm he held Justin with. "Please don't," Ponyboy pleaded his eyes tearing up. He tried desperately to get up several times but his legs kept giving up on him. "Please don't hurt him he's just a little kid. He has nothing to do with this." Wild Dog shrugged not looking like he cared all that much about Justin's involvement in all this. The kid attacked him first and he had to pay. Still holding just by his wrist, Wild Dog moved his other hand to the boys elbow. Not wasting a single second Wild Dog twisted the boys arm until he heard a crack. Each pain induced cry Justin made was like daggers shooting through Ponyboy's heart. He couldn't bear to hear this, but at the same time he felt he deserved to hear this, that he needed to hear this. This was all his fault, Justin's and Tosh's pain was all his fault, he's the one that did this to them. Barely even looking like he cared, Wild Dog dropped Justin down onto the cold hard ground ignoring the shriek Justin made. Ponyboy didn't even try to move as Wild Dog approached him once again, twirling his blade around in his hand. "I was thinking about what I should do to you kid," Wild Dog said kneeling down to Ponyboy's level, "but I think I have an idea." Grabbing Ponyboy and pulling him up, Wild Dog moved himself behind the young greaser holding his blade to his neck. "Don't worry little bitch boy, I'm not going to kill you," Wild Dog reassured him with a chuckle as he heard Ponyboy's whimpering, "I'm just going to slice you up a little bit just to give people like Winston and yourself a little lesson about how wrong it is to mess with things that don't belong to you." "I've had plenty of practice," Wild Dog whispered into Ponyboy's ear grinning nastily, "Didn't you hear about me in the papers? I'm a knifing expert kid." "Please…" "Shut up," Wild Dog snapped getting fed up with the young greasers pleading and begging, "damn you're whiny." Ponyboy had to close his eyes as he felt Wild Dog's knife starting to cut into his skin. He could feel his own blood dripping onto the knife and it felt awful, this was the most horrible he's ever felt in his entire life. As he could feel the knife going deeper and deeper into his neck, Ponyboy felt himself losing consciousness he couldn't stand this any longer. "Get your hands off him!" Even though Ponyboy heard someone say that from behind them, he couldn't see who that person was. The young greaser doubted he could see the person fully anyway seeing how his vision was fading so fast. "Oh no it's Winston, I'm so scared," Wild Dog declared sarcastically. Not even bothering to draw Ponyboy's pain out any longer, the hood just cut his neck completely dropping the boy to the ground. Ponyboy was finding it increasingly difficult to even breathe through his nose at this point. His body felt far too heavy for him to even attempt to stand up and he could practically feel how much blood was leaving his body. "You haven't seen anything yet bastard," Dally snarled. That was the only thing Ponyboy could hear before he felt his eyelids getting to heavy for him. The last thing he saw before he closed them however was Dally slowly approached them with deadly intent. … Curly yawned stretched himself tiredly as the movie finally finished. He honestly didn't know why he stayed for the end because he wasn't really paying all that much attention to it. Jumping out of his seat, Curly started walking out of the theater. The curly haired hood had Ponyboy on the brain the entire flick and it drove him completely crazy. He didn't know that fighting with the person your with could be so brutal but it was really doing a number on him. Maybe we should just make up already, Curly thought to himself. It would give them a chance to reconnect, and plus it might make for some good make up sex. "Oh my god," A girl cried as she came into the theater running toward what Curly assumed was her friends. "What's wrong Claire?" Her other friend asked looking concern. Claire gulped before speaking she seemed to be very frightened by something. "A group of people just got knifed near the movie theater," Claire blurted out. Curly froze, all with some other noisy people, looking over at the frantic girl curiously. He wondered what poor shmucks got fucked up this time. "Whoa, whoa, what are you talking about?" The girls' friend said urging Claire to calm down and explain things a little more. Claire took a deep breath calming herself down slightly. "I just came from outside and the road is blocked. Apparently these three people were attacked by this crazy mad man. I heard one of police man say that it he thought it was the same guy that was killing all those families." Whispering could be heard as those words were uttered, everyone in the theater looked worried about what was happening right now. "It was probably some stupid greaser shit," One of Claire's man friends declared with angrily with a sneer. "Don't say that," Claire proclaimed hitting him on his arm, "all but one of those guys was severely injured. That guy is a mad man, he even attack their little Dalmatian puppy that was with them." Curly's ears twitched and his body snapped to attention. He couldn't have possibly heard that right. A Dalmatian puppy? There was only one person he knew had a Dalmatian puppy with him near the movie theater. Tosh…Ponyboy… Running on impulses, Curly ran over to Claire practically ramming her into a wall as he approached her. "Who were the people that were with the puppy?" Curly questioned his voice deep as he stared daggers into the shocked girl's eyes. "I-I don't k-know," Claire stammered not entirely knowing what was going on right now. "Was it a boy with green eyes and greased up hair?" Curly demanded the volume of his voice getting louder by the second. A couple of Claire's friends thought this was getting out of hand and were trying to get Curly off of her. "Hey greaser, get the fuck off her," One guy ordered but not having much lucking trying to pry off Curly. "I-I was-s only j-just there I-I don't know anything else," Claire reiterated meekly. "What do you mean you don't know?" Curly yelled panic coming into his voice as he shook Claire by her shoulders, "You come in here saying all this shit about a fucking attack and you don't know anything?" "I was walking and saw what had happened, I don't anything more than anyone else that was at the scene," Claire pleaded as tears ran down her face, "Please let me go sir, your starting to hurt me." Seeing her tears, Curly gained a little more control over himself. He allowed himself to be pulled off her as he noticed all the various degrees of shock and fear of the people around him in the movie theater. Right outside of the movie theater, Curly thought to himself. His heart was beating a mile a minute as he thought of all the possibilities of what had happened. Running the fastest he's ever ran in his entire life, Curly hauled out of the movie theater pushing out of his way anyone he saw fit. Briefly the hood wondered which way he should go find the crime scene but there was no need. As soon as he stepped foot out of the theater he could see the blinding lights of police cars to his right. Not hesitating, Curly ran toward where all the commotion was going on. The curly haired hood could see people crowding around a clearly police barricaded part of the road, there was even yellow tape surrounding an alleyway. "Move, move damn it," Curly shouted as he came into contact with the crowd of people blocking his away. Ignoring each and every single of their protests and complaints, Curly was able to get to the front of the crowd and see what was happening. He could see people being moved into an ambulance, while he couldn't see the first person that was being moved into the rescue vehicle he could clearly see an unconscious Justin being moved in behind that other person. "Justin," Curly cried hopping over the barricade and trying to run over to the ambulance. "Hold it kid," A policeman stopped him pulling on his shoulder, "you can't go over the line, this is a crime scene." "You don't think I fucking know that," Curly hissed shaking off the policeman's hand and pointing in the direction of the ambulance, "I know the people that were attacked so get out of the way." The police officer gave him a look of disbelief but didn't outright call him a liar. "Even still, I can't let you over line unless you are a family member," The officer told him, "so unless you are I'm afraid you're going to have to step back." Curly growled at the elder man, he went to give him a piece of his mind but the honor was taken away from him. "He's that Justin's kid's older brother," Curly turned and saw Dallas walking over to them from his place beside another police man. With a look of confirmation from the police officer, Curly nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, Justin's my kid brother," Curly answered shooting a look to Dallas. "Alright well," The police officer turned his gaze to the ambulance workers who were getting ready to drive off, "I don't think they have any more room for in their kid." "I'll drive him to the hospital," Dallas said volunteered himself, "I know how much he wants to see his little brother." The police officer looked from Curly to Dallas before nodding. "Alright," The police officer agreed, "and you can answer our questions there then." Dallas just shrugged looking like he was tired of all this talking. As soon as the police officer left Curly walked over beside Dallas watching as the ambulance drove off. "It was Justin, Tosh, and Ponyboy wasn't it?" Curly asked quietly his leg twitching anxiously. "…Yeah," Was all Dallas said in response with not with the slightest bit of emotion on his face. For the first in about twelve years, Curly Shepard felt like crying. …...While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. 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