Authors note: Hi everyone :) I have had this idea in my head for a while and finally decided to write down. This is my first Fanfiction and English isn't my native language, so bear with me if there is a grammatical or spelling error. If there are, you are welcome to point them out so I won't make the same mistake again ;) Enjoy.

Dally and Johnny are still alive.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own the Outsiders. If I did I wouldn't be writing a fanfic about it.

Chapter 1

The cheers and cries of victory coming from the greasers could be hears mile away. They were throwing their fists in the air, yelling at the socs who was hightailing out of there. The socs lost. They wouldn't be bothering the greasers anymore.

Ponyboy still lay on the ground at the same spot after that soc gave him that final kick to his head. The cheers and shouts still sounded odd to him, like if he was hearing it through a big bubble of some sort. Turning his head he could see the gang, but with a blurry vision. Still he managed to focus on his friends.

Steve was laying a few feet away from them, his hand on his chest, groaning. Soda sat at his side, talking to him with a quiet and calm voice. Soda himself looked mostly unharmed with just an ugly bruise forming on his right cheekbone. Through his haze Pony sighed with relief that his brother wasn't as hurt as he was.

Pony glanced at Dally and Darry, who still had their fists in the air, yelling. They both had a busted lip and nothing else. He didn't expect to find anything else on those two. They were probably the gang's best fighters, Dally because of his skills and brutality, and Darry because of his huge muscles. And his skills of course. But most muscles.

At the sight of Two-Bit and Johnny, Pony sucked in a sharp breath. They both had bleeding and twisted knuckles and long open gashes at the side of their heads. Still they were cheering and grinning.

Pony tried to lift his throbbing head, which only made his vision more blurry and the pain even worse. Not only was his head hurting. His chest felt like it had been run over by a half dozen trucks.

He immediately laid his head back down, eyes shut and gritting his teeth. He was panting hard though it made his chest feel like it was on fire.

Darry looked around after Pony and spotted him a few feet away lying on the ground. His face showed concern as he quickly ran to Pony's side, expecting the worst.

"Pony? Little buddy can you hear me?"

Pony saw Darrys face hovering over his, his eyes filled with worry. Pony felt Darrys huge hand on his sore cheek as the rest of the gang showed up behind Darry.

"Wha-? Yeah I'm fine Dar. Just, just help me up would you?"

Sodapop appeared on his other side and took Pony's one hand as Darry took the other. Together they pulled their younger brother to his feet. He winced and groaned as his chest and head got lifted from the ground. The whole world was spinning around him and he felt dizzy. He clung on to his brothers as he came to his feet.

"Whoa there kid. Your face looks like some kid has been messing with paint on it!" Two-bit said, laughing his goofy grin.

"Two-bit not now" Darry said irritated. Sodapop shot Two-bit a sharp look. They all knew he was just trying to lighten up the mood but the way the kid's face looked they didn't want to make fun about it even though Two-bit was right. The one side of Pony's face had an angry purple color and bluish yellow on the other side. Soda and Darry felt sick just looking at it. Even Steve felt bad for the kid.

"Come on y'all, let's get to the Curtis' house" Dally said. He stood next to Johnny who looked a bit stunned at what just had happened. He had been in rumbles before, but no matter how many times he gets into them, they still left him stunned. Especially this rumble because he felt it was because of him that the rumble had happened in the first place. If he hadn't killed that soc who tried to drown Pony that terrible night, there wouldn't have been declared a rumble between the socs and the greasers. But of course it was mostly the socs fault since it was them who tried to drown Pony, and Johnny only acted in self-defense, but Johnny still felt that he was responsible.

They all walked down the road to the Curtis' house. Soda was supporting Steve who had his arm around Soda's shoulders and wincing at every step because of his probably broken ribs. Pony first had his arm around Darrys shoulders but after too many times where he had to stop to keep his vision from spinning too much, making him feeling sick, or was stumbling too much, Darry carefully hooked one arm under Pony's legs and lifted him. The pain and difficulties his youngest brother had just by walking was too much for Darry to look at.

Johnny walked next to Dally and Two-bit, and Soda and Steve behind the other two Curtis brothers. A few minutes later the Curtis house came into view. The weak porch lamb glowed outside next to the door, waiting for them to get inside. They walked up the porch and opened the door.

The living room looked exactly like it did when they left it. Two empty beer bottles were left on the coffee table, couch pillows and more bottles lay scattered around the floor. One of them wasn't even empty and was leaking beer, leaving a dark spot.

"Dibs on the couch" Steve said, heading for the couch. Soda eased him down on it carefully.

Darry eased Pony in the old recliner, since Steve had the couch. The rest of the gang seated themselves on the floor. Darry, as he always had done since their parents died, took charge and went over to check on Steve.

"Soda, get the first aid kit"

They watched Soda as he turned around and soon disappeared in the dark hall. Dally went over and turned on the TV while Johnny turned on the radio. None of them followed the random show that was on the TV, but kept it on to help the radio to block the occasional groans that came from some of the guys.

Darry was checking on Steve, his shirt up as Darry gently prodded at his angry blue marks around his ribs, making him wince hard and sometimes yelp. They rarely head Steve giving in to pain like that so his ribs were most likely broken. Soda then came back with the first aid kit, handing it to his older brother.

"Thanks little buddy"

Pony partly watched Darry fixing Steve, as his head was still tingling and couldn't fully catch up with everything going on around him. He laid his hurting head back, trying to get some rest. He was feeling incredibly tired. Just as he was almost nodding off, Darry was suddenly crouched in front of him shaking his shoulder.

"Hey Pone, open your eyes. Don't fall asleep little buddy you might have a concussion." He shook a bit harder as Pony didn't open his eyes immediately.

"Relax Dar I'm awake. Stop shaking you are making me dizzy". Or dizzier than I already feel, Pony thought, but he didn't want to say that out loud. His head was throbbing something awful and he asked for his beloved aspirins. The kid was eating those pills as if they were tic tac's.

"I don't know Pone; these things might just make you sleepier. Let me check your head first to see how bad it is."

Soda got up next to Darry to see what damage that good for nothing soc had done on his little brother. Soda didn't remember much after seeing Pony taking that final kick, other than he was suddenly on the soc, beating the daylight out of him.

Two-bit glanced at the kid's pale face behind the coloring and thought back to earlier that day. Back to when he had offered Pony a ride home at the high school parking lot. The kid has seemed a bit off ever since he and Johnny saved those kids from the church and Two-bit had won the fight in the morning way to easy. He looked thinner and paler as if he haven't eaten and slept enough. Two-bit had asked him if something was wrong but Pony simply brushed him off, saying he was fine. That was the kid's standard answer when he felt sick or if something bothered him. Two-bit let it be though he knew something was clearly off with the kid.

Looking at him now he knew he should have done something. And he started to blame himself for the condition Pony was in.

Darry put a patch on the cut above Pony's left eyebrow and handed him a frozen steak from the freezer to put on his swollen chin.

As Darry was about to stand up from his seated position, the door suddenly slammed open with a loud bang, almost slamming into Steve's head as he lay on the couch. They all turned around to see who their unexpected visitors were.

Their first guess was that the Sheppards or the Brumlys had come to join their party which was definitely not what they were doing at the time.

"What the..?" Steve asked surprised as he got a good look at their unexpected guests.

At the Curtis's door stood no less than five socs, one of them, a blond haired soc, standing in front with a gun visible for everybody in the room. They were all muddied all over and bruised, clearly indicating that they had participated in the rumble.

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The gang watched stunned and unable to say anything as the socs wandered fully into the room, the gun held in the blond soc's hand, threatening to shoot if anybody dared to make a move toward them. Especially Dally looked like he was just seconds from tackling the soc to the floor.

"What do you want?" Darry asked with a warning voice, flexing his muscles. They were too close to Pony now, their direction headed at him.

"Now just stay where you are, alright? We are here to take something from you as you guys took from us"

The socs were now in front of Pony and he looked at them with big eyes as realization hit him. But why didn't they go for Johnny? It was him who killed the soc who tried to drown Pony. Before he came to a conclusion, the soc grabbed him by the hair and dragged his exhausted body out of the couch.

"Ouch hey! let go!" Pony trashed around trying to get free, all exhaustion gone replaced by pure adrenalin. His hair got a powerful yank and let out a yelp but didn't give up the fight. The soc was stronger than him plus one of the other socs helped holding the trashing boy down.

Soda watched with rising anger while the socs dragged his baby brothers injured body out of the old recliner and couldn't help bursting out: "Let my brother go you bastards!" He knew the outburst would probably make the situation worse but nobody touched his little brother without having to deal with him first.

"Now this will teach you a lesson you for no good greaser", the soc snarled dangerously ignoring Sodas outburst.

The gang watched in horror as the blond soc swung the gun and pointed it at the side Pony's head, just above his ear.

"No please, don't shoot my brother" Darry pleaded, desperate to somehow help his baby brother away from the barrel of the gun and smash all of the socs' heads in for doing this to Pony. He had also realized what the socs intended to do and why and he hoped the others had taken the hint a well.

While the socs were busy keeping the boy still and keeping an eye of the gang in front of them, they were completely unaware of Two-bit and Johnny standing behind them. As confident the socs seemed to be in having everything and everybody under control, they hadn't noticed the two boys sitting on the floor out of sight by both the door and where they were standing at the moment. Now Two-bit and Johnny were standing, careful not to be seen. Only the gang had noticed their sudden emergence.

Pony lay still on the floor face down and careful not to move as he felt the barrel of the gun against the back of his head. Tremors of fear started to course through his exhausted body as he anticipated the soc to pull the trigger at any moment. He had no doubt that the soc intended to do what he had threatened. He hadn't walked all the way to the damn Curtis house, with all the bruises they had earned from the rumble without completing what they all had come for.

Darry took his eyes off of Pony for a few seconds to look at his other brother on his left side. The expression he found in his little brothers eyes made his heart ache even more. How dared those do this to the only family he had left, he thought while willing Two-bit and Johnny to make the first move quick.

After a few careful looks at each other, Two-bit and Johnny slowly went to stand at either side of the recliner, planning to take out the socs standing in front of them.

While they would take those out, Soda and Dally would hopefully figure out to take out the two other socs. Darry wanted to do a thing or two to the blond boy holding Pony down, fist clutched in his hair painfully tight. He had his hands in his pockets to keep them from shaking with anger and fear. Angry at himself for not locking the door failing in keeping his brother safe, and scared of what might happen in mere seconds right in front of him because of his mistake. How could he had let this happen?

While Two-bit and Johnny made the first move to take the two socs down many things happened at once. Darry had the blond soc down in a second the gun forced out of his hand and it slid away toward the far wall.

But Dally and Soda's reaction weren't fast enough as one of their socs made a move toward the gun.

"Take him down!" Darry hollered eying the running soc.

Pony got up off the floor and as fast as he could with his injured head and bruised body, ran toward the soc.

The fifth soc ran to assist his friend but got held back by Pony's second oldest brother who had a fierce grip around his neck and muttered a few curse words.

Even though Pony was probably one of the fastest track runners in Tulsa he couldn't beat the soc in the race to get the pistol. Within a second the soc had the gun in hand. He spun around and before anyone could even blink he pulled the trigger.

A loud bang rang out before the room grew deathly quiet.

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A/N: Should I keep it or trash it? :)