Hey! Kaarie X here! i'm so excited! this is my first Outsiders fanfic! and the first fic that's not about Bleach! I know I said I wasn't working on any other stories until I finished 'Don't Give UP" but I needed to do this before I loose the idea. the Outsiders is my most favorite book ever! okay, on with details!

Tittle; I Don't Know You Anymore Catagory; Mystery/Tradgedy/Sci-Fi/Suspense/Crime Summary;Ponyboy was walking home from the movies when he gets jumpped by Socs. He was taken to the hospital and while Darry was filling out some paperwork with Soda at his side, Ponyboy dissappears! Almost seven years later, he returns... but everyone else in the gang is dissapearing, one by one by one... Warnings; swearing, murder, pedophiles, crazy doctor/scientist *NOTICE NOTICE NOTICE* JOHNNY AND DALLY ARE NOT DEAD IN THIS! NOT YOUR AVERAGE KIDNAPPING STORY! AUTHOR MESSAGE; All mean review/comments are welcome here! You'r only making me fell better about having haters in my life! =D

It was a cool dark night in Tulsa. Ponyboy exited the movie theater while in alert mode. He knew the Socs were out tonight, but it wasn't like they weren't out every night. He had to stay on his toes to keep from being jumpped, it will never be a fair fight if he did.

He turned a corner. The sound of drunken laughs and hiccups were heard, and they were getting closer and closer as he walked on. He knew they were Socs, so he walked faster. Just as he turned another corner, he ran into someone.

Damn, my hearin' didn't do me no good. He thought when he looked up at the group of Socs struggling to stand. There were five of them, one of them almost fell to the ground and accidentaly spilled the contents of his beer bottle onto the sidewalk.

"Hey you damn Greaser!" He yells, "Ya' made me spill my drink!" The stench of alcohol filled Ponyboys' nostrils with every word spat at him. He backed away as he prepared to run. Just as he turned around, one of the drunken boys grabbed him and pulled him down to the ground. The biggest Soc held his arms down while the second biggest held his legs down.

The Soc that spilled his beer busted the bottle and held it to Ponys' face, saying, "You worthless lil Greaser. Do you know who I am?" Pony tried hard to keep a straight face, but it sure was hard to do when you'r breathing in the disgusting stench of beer. He knew he had to be tuff, you can't be weak when you'r getting jumpped. So he looked at the Soc dead in the eye and spat in his face. Bad move. The Soc smiled and wiped the saliva off his face.

"I think we got ourselves a problum, Greaser." One of the other Socs stompped his in the chest while the final soc picked up whatever he could find laying around.

~~~~A Few Hours Later~~~~

Darry paced silently in the living room. The clock read 11:58 P.M. He was growing worried, Ponyboy was supposed to be home hours ago. Sodapop sat on the couch, watching his older brother worry.

"Come on Darry, don't worry yourself," He sais, "I'm sure he's just hangin' out in the lot." The older Curtis turned to face him, biting his nails.

"Soda, it's almost twelve at night, if he was just hangin' out at the lot, he would've been back by now!" After he said that, the phone rang. Darry hastely picks it up, "Hello?" Soda could hear the person on the other side of the phone, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.

"Yes, this is he." Darry sais. Soda could hear the voice on the other side of the phone speak again, whoever it was, they sounded realy official.

"Y-Yes?" Darrys answers with a stammer. The person spoke again, and he stiffend, "Y-Yes, we're on our way!" He slammed the phone on the hook, "Pony's in the hospital. Hurry, get in the truck!"

Darry and Soda practically smash into the reception desk. They were breathing wildly from both fear and exhaustion.

"Ponyboy Curtis?" Soda asks. The desk receptionist flipped through some papers and looked on her computer.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait in the waiting room, he is still in too bad of shape to have any visiters." Soda could feel his heart sink to his feet.

The two brothers sat anxiously in the waiting room, not knowing how bad of a condition their younger brother was in. After what seemed like hours, the doctor approaches them covered in... b-blood? Darry and Soda started to feel sick to their stomachs just looking at him, covered in all that red.

"Mr. Curtis?" The doctor asks.

Darry gulpped and nodded, "Y-Yeah, that's me. I-Is Pony all right?"

The doctor cleared his throte, "He is in a very critical condition, but he should live. Would you like to see him?" The two boys take a deep breath and nodded.

The doctor led them down the long hallway. At the very end of the hall, the doctor slowly opened the door to the right and let the two enter. As soon as Soda took a look at his brother, his knees grew weak and he nearly fell to the ground. Seeing all of those tubes and needles being stuck into his little brother was too much for him to handle. The only thing worse than seeing all of that equipment being used to keep Ponyboy alive was seeing his maimed body laying limp on the hospital bed.

Darry carefully layed his hand onto Ponys', and whispered, "Pony? Can you hear me?" Pony stirred in his sleep. His eyes twitched, but they didn't open. Pony recognized Darrys' voice, yet he didn't at the same time.

Darry just wanted to die in that spot, he didn't want to see his baby brother like this, it hurt him so much. The doctor tapped him on his shoulder.

"I apologize for this, but I need you to fill out some forms." He nodded and followed the doctor out of the room. Soda walked up the bed and swallowed hard, trying to supress the sobs coming from his throte. He tried to speak, but he couldn't find the words, and he couldn't bare to look at Pony. He ran out the room and met up with Darry back in the waiting room.

~~~~~Outside The Hospital~~~~

A man threw on a doctors' uniform with a crazed smile on his face.

"Now who will I take home today?"

As he entered the nearly vacant back entry, a security guard from across the room looked at him suspiciously. His suspition soon turned into recognition, then to alert. He quickly jogged closer to him and pulled out his gun.

"Hey! Hey you stop right there!" The guard yelled, "You know you'r never allowed back in here ever again!" The false doctor only smiled.

"Benjemin! Hah... it's been a while, hasn't it?"

"What the hell are you doing here? You know you can't be within two miles of any hospital!"

"Heheh, you know for a fact that no one can keep me from recruiting a new apprentice. Come on man!" The guard was about to come closer when he's blind-sided by a knife to the back of his head. He fell to his knees, then to his face. The false doctor smiled at his partner that stood in the place the guard once stood.

"Good job, Elizibeth." Elizibeth pulled on a doctors' uniform herself.

"We should use his blood, it'll make us look like we've been here all day and night."

"It's always good ideas with you, it's so unfair. Me first!"

The two doctor impersonaters walked through the halls. The male turned tword his partner.

"You go that way, i'll go this way. Remember, only consider the ones that are in the worste conditions and are either unconcious or too subdued to react." Elizibeth nodded and went in the other direction. The male went the other way and started peeking into each room looking for someone that suited his... tastes.

He opened the very last door to the right at the end of the hall and liked what he saw.

"Well well, what do we have here?" He took a look at the chart at the bottom of the bed, "Bruised liver, seen it... Bruised kidney, whatever... Broken limbs, lame... Broken and cracked ribs, soo common... Possibility of a heart attack, hhmmm?... Oooo! His spleen exploded!" He took a look at the patients' body, "And he's so young? Well, don't I feel like a kid in a candy shop?"

He placed the chart underneith the sheets resting on top of the patient, then he walked over to the heart rate machine and broke into its wire system. He tweaked around with the wires until the machine went crazy. He smiled and pulled a surgical mask on.

He put the patient on a stretcher and pushed him out into the hallway, yelling, "He's having a heart attack! This boy is having a heart attack! We need to get him to the ER, immediatly!"

Two doctors and a few nurses followed him to the emergency room, as well as Elizibeth. A young man tried to follow the staff, but security held him back. As soon as everyone entered the ER, Elizibeth closed and locked the door. A few muffled screams were heard from inside the room, but no-one was around to hear.

Elizibeth and her superior washed the blood off of their hands in the sink. The male looked at the patient, he saw that their eyes were cracked open, "Ah, you'r awake! Don't worry, you'r not having a heart attack, I just messed around with your heart rate machine. Uh, we're actually here to kidnap you." He shook his fists at the sides of his head excitedly, "Yay! Great, huh?" They didn't respond, "Eh. Yeah, I know you can't speak. So, uh... shall we?" He pulled the chart out from its hiding place undernieth the sheets, "Now let's see who you are..."

~~~~Waiting Room A Little While Earlier~~~~

Soda was filling out half of the papers while Darry filled out the other half.

"Hey Darry, is Pony allergic to anythin'?"

"... Naw, I don't think so... You scared for him, Soda?" His younger brother sighed.

"Of course I am, did you see how bangged up he was?... I took a look at his charts while you were tryin' to get 'em to wake up... Oh D-Darry... He was... H-He was so... Oh God." He put his face into his hands. Darry slung his arm over his shoulder.

"It's alright Soda."

"No! It ain't alright! Pony's gonna die! O-Our baby brother's g-gonna die!"

Darry sighed, "He ain't gonna die, the doctor said he'll live."

"No he didn't! He said he should live! That means he doesn' know!... He could be knockin' on Deaths' door right now."

"Come on Soda, i'm sure Pony's havin' a good time recoveri-"

"This boy is having a heart attack! He's having a heart attack! We need to get him to the ER, immediatly!" The two look up to see a hoard of medical personel rushing across the hallway. Through all of the commotion, they could see Ponyboys' body on the stretcher.

Soda could feel his heart, and everything around him, stop, "P-Ponyboy?" His mind grew fuzzy and his spine began to tingle with fear.

When time started to move again, Soda took off twords the crowd. He cried out for his brother.

"Pony! Pony! Please don't die!" The security guards struggled to hold them back, "No! Please, I-I need to be with him! H-He needs me! Please!" Darry rushed up behind him and picked him up, pulling him back to their seats, "Please! J-Just let me be by his side! Darry! P-Please! Just let go of me!" He struggled as much as he could, but Darry was too strong.

Darry eventually was able to force Soda down onto a seat. He shook his younger bother's shoulder, trying to calm him down, "Soda! SODA! Calm down, you have to let the doctors do their job, okay?"

"B-But Pony needs me! H-He can't be alone in th-there! H-He needs me!"

"Soda, I know you'r scared for him, i'm scared for him too. We just gotta stay here and wait and see happens."

"See what happens? Oh, right, we'll just see what happens when our baby brother dies and the doctor comes in to try to break the news to us in the sorriest way he can! Oh, and here's a better idea, why don't we just start planning Ponys' funeral right now?" Darry slapped him to bring him back to his sences. Soda let a few more sobs pass through his lips then took a few deep breaths, "Th-Thank you Darry, I needed that."

"You wanna just go home and visit Pony in the morning?" He nodded, "Okay, come on, we're done with the paperwork now anyways." Darry dropped the stack of papers onto the reception desk.

As Darry and Sodapop entered the house, they instantly see all of the gang crowded in the living room.

Steve looked at them smugly, and sais, "The hell you guys been? And where's the brat?" Soda felt his blood start to boil, and he gave Steve a death glare. Steve went wide-eyed from the look he was getting, "What's up with you, Soda? And why hasn't my queastion been answered yet? Where's the bra-"

Soda tackled him. A flury of fists met Steves' face. Darry pulled his brother off of him and held him back.

"Soda, you gotta calm down! He doesn't know, remember? Just calm down, okay? Please?"

Johnny looked at the two with a confused face as he nealed down beside Steve, "He doesn't know what? What happened? And where's Ponyboy?" Darry took a deep breath.

"Pony's in the hospital. He was jumpped... It... It was bad." The room went silent.

Johnny gulps, and asks, "I-Is he gonna be alright?"

"The doctor said he... should live, but he was realy, realy bad when we were there. He had a heart attack just before we left." Everyone seemed to tense up at the word 'should'. Silence filled the room once again. Darry spoke up, "We should all get some sleep, we're gonna visit Pony in the morning, you guys can tang along."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

~~~~In A Black Van On The Freeway~~~~

Elizibeth replaced some of the needles that were put into Ponyboy with needles of her own.

"Hey Elizibeth, how's he holding up back there?" Her partner asks from the driver seat.

"He's in a "good enough to live with what we're giving him", condintion... You think Leonardo's gonna have a hard time preforming that new surgery he made up?"

The driver rolled his eyes, "For the last time, I made the surgery up, and i'm gonna preform it with his assistance!" He slammed on the brakes then continued driving as a warning, causing a few things to fall off the shelves.

"Alright, don't do that again. You wouldn't want to hurt Michelangelo, Mach-"

"Don't! Don't say it! Don't say my name! Don't!"

"Hmph! I just don't understand why most of you guys are named after Renaissance Men."

"Whatever, just... just do your fuckin' job." He sais with irritation.

She rolled her eyes and looked down at Ponyboy, who now has his eyes wide open. His eyes were filled with fear and shock, but they were open mostly because of the pain he was recieving from one of the liquids that's running through his bloodstream. Elizibeth smiled at him.

"You'r gonna like the nice little sugery... Well, surger-ies we got for you." She ran her finger down his cheek seductively, as if she was teasing him, as if she was reminding him that he's in a lot of trouble.

~~~~Morning~~~~

Soda anxiously waited for Darry to get out of the shower and get dressed along with the rest of the gang. He was becoming tenser and tenser by the second.

"... Dammit Darry!" He snaps, "Hury the hell up!" Steve rubbed his friends' shoulder.

"Relax Soda, he's not goin' anywhere if he's as bad as you said he was." He just glared back at him, he was still angry at him for almost calling Ponyboy a brat last night. Suddenly, the phone rang. Soda rushed over to it and picked it up.

"Hello?... No, this is his brother... He can't talk now, he's in the shower... No no no! You can just tell me, I-I can... take a message, I guess." As soon as the person on the other end of the line finished speaking, Soda dropped to his kness and let go of the phone. The gang ran over to him.

"What's wrong Soda?" Johnny asks, worriedly.

"Yeah, what is it?" Dally adds on.

"What's goin' on?" Steve asks.

"... P-Pony..." Soda mudders. Tears filled his eyes as he broke down. Darry walked out of the bathroom with a towl around his waist and saw the crowd.

"Hey everybody, what's goin' on?"

Johnny looked at him, saying, "We don't know, Soda was on the phone and he just fell down." Darry looked at his brother with worried eyes.

"Soda?..."

"... Ponyboy's been kidnapped..."

There goes the first chapter, i hope you guys are getting interested! and uh... review! Bye!