This isn't going to be a very long fic. Again, I think the longest fic I'll have is either JRC, or The Godfather... but something like this is very time-consuming, and with the summer coming up, I want to finish NHNT, this fic, TTOTDS (Tale of the Dangerous Soup), and then work on The Godfather and JRC.

Complicated? You bet it is.

I don't own The Outsiders

Two-Bit led Johnny into the living room. The boy continued to clutch his hand with a grip so tight that Two-Bit was quickly losing the feeling in his entire hand.

All heads turned as he and Johnny entered the room, and Johnny looked like he was ready to run back into Soda's room and hide there. He looked afraid, nervous, and ashamed of himself.

Dally was staring at Johnny's arm, a concerned and disgusted sort of look on his face. He had never thought someone could do that to themselves... it was just sick.

Soda caught Darry's eye and motioned to the bathroom. Darry nodded and Soda sped off to get some bandages.

There was complete silence, broken occasionally by the ruffling of pages as Ponyboy read in the kitchen, completely oblivious to the goings on in the living room. The silence was so thick, pressing in on everyone and making them all rather edgy.

Johnny did not meet anyone's eyes. He simply stared at his shoes, toying with the edge of his t-shirt.

They didn't realize it until it hit them.

Dallas let out a very un-Dallas-like scream as he was attacked by Johnny, the young boy's nails ripping at his eyes until they were nothing but bloody holes. The young boy bit into his idol's neck, ripping out a large chunk of flesh and devouring it before turning on Steve, who was fumbling to get the door open. It took only a matter of seconds before the greaser was lying against the wall, the base of his neck ripped open and his spinal cord laying on the floor.

Soda exited the bathroom and came into the living room just as Johnny was ripping the flesh off of Darry's arm. His brother was dead, his head cracked open with bits of brain oozing out onto the carpet. Two-Bit lay on the couch, his hand missing and his neck broken.

Johnny pounced, tackling Soda and biting into his fingers before ripping them off with a strength that Soda didn't know the boy possessed. Soda screamed, trying to back away from Johnny but found himself backing into a corner.

Oh for the love of Ch—with that thought in Soda's mind, Johnny reached out a blood-covered hand and grabbed the area near his friend's adams apple. He dug his nails in, and with that same strength pulled back, ripping out the front of his throat.

The house was silent, and Johnny stood in the center of the room, straining to hear any other sounds.

Ruffling.

He turned his head in the direction of the noise, his eyes narrowed.

Ponyboy.

Johnny slowly approached the kitchen, trying not to make a sound. Maybe if Ponyboy was still reading, he could quickly finish the job.

And eat. He thought with a small, wicked smile.

Creeeeeak

Johnny mentally swore, watching as Ponyboy's head turned toward him. His face went from pleasant, to confused, to horrified. "J-Johnny... wh-what did you do?" His eyes were filling with tears as he spotted Darry in the doorway.

He said nothing, but quickened his pace. Ponyboy backed up, knocking over the chair and creating a barrier between them. That barrier seemed small to Johnny, insignificant. He easily stepped over it, and continued toward the youngest greaser.

"C'mon man... quit foolin' around..."

"I'm not foolin'."

With that said, Johnny threw himself at Ponyboy. He dodged, dashing out the kitchen and down the hallway (he would have gotten out safe if he had tried the door, but alas... he did not). Johnny followed after him, barely making it through Darry's bedroom door as it was flung shut.

Ponyboy was trapped.

There was a strangled scream, and then silence.

Well, I wasn't actually considering making it this short, until I realized that I would never continue this... so I'm finishing it right here and now.