Howdy everyone! Fanfiction just seemed dead. Not very many new stories have been coming out so I just came up with this idea like a few seconds ago. Anyways hope you enjoy it! Oh by the way this story starts at the scene where Ponyboy and Johnny get jumped so yes, Dally and Johnny are alive!

Chapter 1:

(Johnny's POV)

"You know what a soc is? White trash with mustangs and madras." And with that Ponyboy spit on them! Real smooth Pony! The socs started circling us around the fountain. The chase was on. "Run Johnny run!" well thanks for the advice Captain Obvious. I tried running but the socs kicked me down, I look up and they were drowning Pony! I tried to get up but one kicked me back down and spat,"Stay down kid." They were going to kill Pony! I couldn't let this happen. I reached in my back pocket in hopes that my blade was there, but with my luck, it wasn't where it usually was.

Darry and Soda are absolutely going to kill me. That's it I'm dead. I got up, falling over a couple of times in the process, and ran, no sprinted with all my might to the Curtis'. Before I left I heard, "He's leaving! Go follow him!" But didn't bother to look back, knowing I would stop dead in my tracks if I turned around and saw what I probably would see. They were following me. I'm not the best runner, well not as good as Ponyboy, but I ran the best I could. I mean, would you run your best if you knew that some guys who could actually kill you at the moment were following you?

I was still running, it was weird how the walk from the Curtis' to the park was so short, but when you were scared to death it felt like an eternity. I tripped over a huge lump on the ground which turned out to be Two-Bit's passed out drunk body. I wasn't about to be dead meat to the socs so I did this weird roll thing to keep myself moving. I stumbled to my feet and heard Two-Bit groan as the socs stepped on him. I was about to go back and try to help him but I figured that my best friend dying was more important than a couple of bruises on Two-Bit's body.

After what felt like a couple hours later, I finally made it to the Curtis'. I looked inside and saw Soda crying hysterically on the ground and Darry just sitting there, his face emotionless, stoic if you want to call it that. I tripped going up the steps and heard a faint, "He's going to get his friends, let's go tell Bob!" and smirked. Darry wouldn't let them get away with this, no way in hell. I jogged up the steps and ran inside. "Darry! Soda!" I panted trying to get the words out.

"What Johnny?" Soda asked, looking up at me with his tear-stained cheeks. Darry just sat there staring at his hand now.

"Pony…come quick its Ponyboy!" I gasped, still out of breath. I didn't even have to say anything else because Soda already darted out of the house and Darry snapped out of his trance in an instant. Soda was frantically running around like a chicken with his head cut off and it took me a moment to realize that I was the only one who knew where everything was happening. "Follow me!" I yelled. Well Johnny that was pretty stupid of course they are gonna follow you it's their baby brother that's in trouble. Again with the running, still out of breath from my previous escape, we were off.

By the time we passed Two-Bit's motionless body, Soda accidentally stepped on his head, which surely woke him up. "What the hell!" he yelled.

"Sorry Two-Bit but Pony's in trouble." Soda simply said, not bothering to see if he was okay. I could hear Two-Bit struggling to get up, but eventually heard his footsteps trailing behind us. Once again, it felt like a couple of hours but it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes. I heard splashing in the fountain in the distance which only pushed me to run even faster. When we got to the park, everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

It seemed as if time just stopped. We all just stood there and starred as the socs drove off. Then I remembered that Pony could still be in the fountain. I ran over to check but he wasn't there. Ponyboy was nowhere to be found. They weren't going to get away with this, not now, not ever.

Two-Bit's POV:

Glory. So the socs actually had the guts to kidnap the kid. As if there wasn't enough trouble going on. This would definitely result in a rumble sooner or later.

Sodapop's POV:

He's gone. There was no guarantee I was getting him back alive. It's my fault. I should've stopped him. I shouldn't have but in to their fight. I should've run faster. This wasn't any nightmare that Ponyboy or I could magically wake up and everything would be alright. This was something that could result into both of our lives turning into a living hell. Who knows what the social services would do once they heard about this story.

Darry's POV:

My fault. My fault. My fault. Those were the words that just kept repeating in head over and over again. Once the social services got a hold of this story, Pony and Soda would be ripped out of my care so fast I would see it coming. Heck, I was even lucky if Ponyboy was found alive. The only thing that mattered was that he was gone, and I wouldn't rest until I found him. With the help of the gang or not, I was finding him. Now I have to go comfort Soda while he's having a mental and emotional breakdown.

Well there it is! Yeah I already know it's not the best. But I was just in the mood to write a new story, fanfiction was getting dull. Ha Ha Ha. Okay well anyways, read and review please! They are greatly appreciated!

-Dom :)