15The Outsiders Through New Eyes
(A/n) Another of my favorite books! This story is basically me retelling parts of the book in different POVs than Ponyboy's.
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Darry's POV
"Darry! Soda! Help!" Ponyboy?
At first, I wasn't sure that I'd really heard my kid brother screaming for help. I figured I'd heard one thing and thought it was something else. Then, it came again: "Darry! Please help me!" and I was sure I hadn't imagined it that time. Ponyboy was in trouble.
I sprinted toward the sound of the yelling. I heard footsteps behind me, also running. I looked behind me to see Sodapop trying to catch up. I slowed down a bit, and he came up beside me. "Did you hear that?" he panted. "It sounded like Ponyboy!"
I nodded, and kept running. Up ahead, I could clearly see the problem. Ponyboy was being held to the ground by a large group of Socs. One seemed to be threatening him with something... a knife? He held it up to Ponyboy's neck, and I could hear Ponyboy scream my name again.
Suddenly, I heard the thundering of many shoes on pavement. I looked up, and I realized Sodapop and I hadn't been the only ones to hear Ponyboy. The whole gang was coming to his rescue. Two-Bit was coming in from one side, Steve from another, and Dallas from behind with Johnny hot on his heels. The Soc with the knife looked up, and his face became panic stricken. He and his buddies bolted.
The Socs all leapt into a car that was parked on the side of the road and started to drive away. Dallas, Two-Bit, and Steve chased the car down the street. I sprinted after them to make sure the Socs left, then turned and jogged back to the others.
Soda was helping Ponyboy sit up. He was talking to him in a calming voice. "It's okay, Pony. They ain't gonna hurt you no more."
I reached Soda. "Is the kid okay?" I asked.
Ponyboy stood up. "I'm fine, Darry."
Suddenly, my concern was replaced by frustration. Ponyboy did this to me a lot. "What were you doing walking by yourself? Don't you ever use your head? You don't ever think!"
Ponyboy looked at me innocently. "All I did was walk home from the movies," he protested.
I growled under my breath. "I wish, just once in a while, you could concentrate on something besides movies and books. You must think at school with the good grades you bring home." I took a deep breath, trying to get ahold of my anger. "Look, if you had to walk by yourself, you should have carried a blade."
Soda glared at me. "Oh, yeah, Darry. That would have been a good excuse for the Socs to cut his neck a little more." I hadn't noticed it before, but now I saw blood rolling from a small cut under Ponyboy's jaw.
I sighed. "Hey, Soda, when I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother, I'll ask, alright, kid brother?" I turned away. I could hear the others comforting Ponyboy, but I didn't want any part of it. If Ponyboy never learned how to use his head, he was going to get himself killed.
(A/n) Short, I know, but since I am already done with chapters 2 and 3, they will be out very soon. Like, tomorrow. Both of them.
Anyway, please review! Since I am working on my Heroes of Olympus story already, these might still take a bit longer after 2 and 3, but I really wanted to get this out there! Hope you enjoyed it. And, as always, review!
Yours in demigodishness, or in this case, greaserishness, TLO.
