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Dally's death... ( Sodapops POV)
Written by Minty
We really won, we beat the socs. Glory was everyone
Excited. My lip was bleeding real bad but we did it, we won. I was gonna go check on Pony, but Dally was already hauling him off somewhere. Gosh he didn’t look well, especially all beat up like that. There were splatters of blood all over the lot, I think all of us got cut up pretty bad that night.
When we were all inside, time went by unbearingly slow. I think all of us were quietly worried about Johnny last we heard he was really bad off. I assumed that that’s where Pony and Dallas went, to visit Johnny I mean. After an hour of Dally and Pony being gone I could hear Darry swearing quietly in the kitchen, Two-bit tried to make some conversation “Calm down superman i'm sure they’re fine.” “I sure hope so” Darry replied. Those were the last words exchanged until Pony got home, not like most of us were in the mood to talk anyways.
When Ponyboy walked in he looked like he just saw a ghost. Darry immediately sprung into action “where have you been?”. I could tell Darry laid off because he could tell something was really wrong. “Ponyboy, what’s the matter?” I was imagining what could be wrong but I think I already knew in the back of my mind I think we all did.
Ponyboy started talking golly his voice was weak it was like he was a scared little kid. “Johnny… he’s dead.”. I wanted to say something, anything but I couldn't. I just made a weak noise, it felt like I was about to burst out sobbing if I said anything. I could barely register anything that was being said, I was able to grasp the fact that Dallas ran off but not much else. I closed my eyes tight and let a few silent tears run down my cheeks. I started speaking golly ponyboy looked terrible, “Ponyboy.” “You look sick sit down.”. After that I spaced out again. I was thinking about everything that had just happened within a single week. About Darry hitting Pony, Pony running away, Johnny killing a boy, Sandy leaving and now Johnny is gone. My thoughts got ruined by the ringing of the phone. We all turned to look at Darry when he started talking. “It was Dally. He phoned from a booth. He’s, just robbed a grocery store and the cops are after him. We gotta hide him. He’ll be at the lot in a minute.”. I thought to myself silently while we were running down to the lot. I thought about how things would be if Pony hadn’t run off that night would Johnny still be alive?. Once we got to the lot dally was there and so were the fuzz, gosh dally looked like a hoodlum like this. As the fuzz got closer Dally jerked out a black object. My vision was kinda out of focus so I had to squint to see. It was a heater. Blast it Dallas you fool, I hadn’t known he had one I wasn't sure if it was even loaded but I knew the fuzz wouldn’t care if it was or wasn't. The shots rang through the empty lot. I felt something in my soul break when I saw dally dead. I turned around to not see the scene anymore. I saw my best buddy Steve standing there with his hands held high. He always had a deathly fear of cops ever since grade school. Steve started looking around and he yelled “Glory look at the kid”. Then I realized how bad Pony was as he passed out of the floor of the lot. Jesus, he was terrified when I saw Pony face plant into that lot. I ran up to him and tried shaking him awake, “pony?..” “Pony.. come on buddy this isn't funny.” By the time I said this Darry was by my side, he said “Ponyboy?”. After he said this he picked Pony up. The side of Ponys head was bleeding so much. Darry hurriedly brought Pony to the car. I hopped in the car and as Darry drove fast to the hospital I silently pleaded “Please not Pony not him, Johnny and dally” I don't think I could handle it if my kid brother had died that night.