I don't own The Outsiders. Dang nabbit.

...hehe...The beginning is familiar, but I changed it up. :) I tried to make this as realistic as possible.

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"I don' know if you ought to fight in this rumble, Pony," Darry said slowly.

Oh no, I thought in fear, I got to be in this fight. Right then the most important thing in my life was helping us whip the Soc's. I knew I couldn't do much, but I'm worth something. Don't let him make me stay home. I've got to be in it!

"How come? I've always come through before, ain't I?"

Darry had a proud grin on his face. "Yeah, you fight real good for a kid your size. But you were in shape before. You've lost weight and you don't look so great. I don't want to hurt you any worse."

"Shoot," said Soda, trying to get the Ace out of his shoe without being noticed, "he'll be alright! Let him fight skin never hurt anyone- no weapons, no danger. C'mon Dar!"

I smiled at Soda, glad he was helping me. "I'll be okay," I pleaded, "I'll get hold of a small one, okay?"

"Well, Johnny won't be there to help this time...-" Johnny and I usually team up and take down someone together, "but Curly Shepard won't be there, or Dally, so we need all the help we can get."

"what happened to Curly?" I knew Curly was Tim's brother. I remember once we met and played chicken. My skull still hurts from when Tim saw us and cracked our heads together.

"In the cooler," Steve said, and kicked the Ace out of Soda's shoe," in the reformatory."

Again? I thought, but instead said, "Darry, please let me fight! if it was knives or chains, it would be different! Besides, no one gets hurt in a skin fight."

"Well" -Darry gave in finally- "Alright. But if you get in any trouble holler, got it?"

I smiled to myself. I wasn't going to miss this, even though it would be my last.

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When we arrived at the area, only greasers were there. We met up with Tim and him and Darry talked a bit. Then, he stepped in front of me. "You and that quiet black head kid were the ones who killed the Soc, right?"

"Yes," I tried to say it proud, but I couldn't have. Everytime I think of it I want to puke.

"Good goin' kid," he said, and took out his toothpick he had in his mouth, "Curly said you were a good kid. He's in the reformatory for 6 months." He smiled and shook his head. "Got got robbin' a liquor store," Tim started a color line of curse words that I knew I would be caught dead saying.

I looked around, taking in the scene. I was the youngest here. Curly had just turned fifteen, so he is now older than me. I was hoping there would be a little guy there that I could take, knowing I would be taken down in seconds if I went against a big person.

After awhile us greasers were lined up, awaiting or enemy. Soon enough, they pulled up into the lot and stumbled out of there car. "They're drunk," someone muttered. Way to pull out the obvious.

They were all dressed nicely, head to toe. They all looked like they were all cut from the same cloth: Clean shaven hair cuts, nice clean striped or plaid shirts with light tan or red skii jackets on. They didn't look like they were going to fight in a rumble; they looked like they were going to a party or something fancy.

"Stay close," Darry muttered to me. I nodded, having my eyes locked on the Soc's. I tried to find a small one, but I couldn't find one.

Darry stepped forward towards the Soc's. "I'll take anyone."

No one moved, but suddenly a Soc stepped forward, who looked similar to Darry, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Hello Darrel."

"Hello Paul."

I was confused on why Darry knew him. "How do they know each other?" Someone asked near me.

"They played football together in high school," Two-Bit replied.

"I'll take you," Paul said, and something like a smile appeared on Darry's face. They both then started circling each other, not making a move. Who's going to make the first move? I thought. Suddenly, someone screamed near, " Hold up!" Darry looked that way, then Paul took a hit, and the fight was on. Everyone ran towards each other, grabbing someone to fight. I jumped onto the closest person I could find. He wasn't smile, nor was he very big. I then caught a glimpse of Dally, trying to hold down his own.

"I thought you were in the hospital!" I yelled at him.

"I was," he was having a hard time fighting because of his broken arm, "I ain't now."

"How?" I then was slugged in the face. Hard.

"I talked the nurse into letting me go with Two-Bit's switchblade! A rumble ain't a rumble without me!" It was true.

I couldn't answer because the Soc, who was heavier than I took him for, had me pinned to the ground and was throwing punches at me. I tried to block them, but it was really hard. Dally got away from his person, long enough to throw the guy off of me. I regained my stance and helped Dally, who for a broken arm, was doing not bad. I jumped on the guys back, letting Dally hit him.

It didn't last long though. I was suddenly thrown off of the guy and tackled to the ground. I was suddenly being punched in the stomach. Someone else was kicking me in my head too. I started seeing stars.

The guy ontop of me who was punching me was suddenly thrown off and I was left here, trying to regain my sight. I looked over at who helped me and saw Soda hitting the life out of him. I smiled. He always has my back, I thought.

Suddenly, something cold was logged into my back. My eyes went wide, and I suddenly fell to the ground. What had happen?

Suddenly, I saw fast footsteps running by me. "They're running!" someone yelled over the loud noise. "Look at them, run!"

Everything started going by slowly. "We beat the Soc's!" My back started tingling, and I suddenly, wondered why. I went to touch where it was, and felt a handle. I was confused, what is that? I then felt something run down my back. I felt it, then looked at my hand. It was crimson red.

Just like the color of blood.

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