One Shot Challenge

Shoot me down

Curse

Friends

Inbetween (kinda limbo)

Decay

Death

(Outsiders) (Canon divergence+Magic)

TW: everything above, Major spoilers, guns, blood, other random stuff, (quite honestly, if you read the one above, you'll probably be fine) Suicide,

Dallas Winston was not destined for much.

He wasn't destined to live long.

He wasn't supposed to make friends.

But when he moved to Tulsa Oklahoma, from New York, he was met with a very. . . Disappointing surprise.

His hood life and reputation didn't deter people from becoming his friends. It was a terrible thing, because Dallas Winston was a ticking time bomb, with no idea how to stop himself.

As much as he hated admitting it, he slowly grew attached to the group of people who call him Dally. It was terrible, for Dallas Winston would die young.

It was his curse.

He came from a long line of people who have died young, and from mysterious and unfortunate causes.

His uncle apparently died from jumping off a swing into the ocean. He felt that to be a bit impossible, but it didn't matter. He was dead.

When he was younger, his parents would whisper behind closed doors.

Now that he's older, he knew why.

His mother was hit by a train when he was four, and his father just disappeared one day when he was seven.

His body was found two weeks later.

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Dally didn't know why he moved to Tulsa in the first place. Maybe it was to get away from his parents. Maybe it was to try and outrun his curse.

He couldn't do that though.

Not that it mattered, he had at least a few years of joy spending time with the gang.

That was until Johnny killed a Soc, and the two youngest of the gang showed up with blood on their hands and fear in their eyes. He wasn't unfamiliar with death, and pulling the rug out from other's feet.

But something in the two's fearful stance at the door sent a shiver down his spine. So he panicked a bit, if only in his mind.

Sent them away to an abandoned church where they'd be safe.

How wrong he was.

There was a fire, and heroic Johnny Cade got his back broken.

It wasn't worth being a hero if you were destined to die.

Nothing good happens to heros.

Johnny Cade died in pain. Surrounded by those he loved, (not his parents) but in pain.

Dallas Winston watched that damn monitor as it flat-lined, and he wailed, pounding the wall.

He hated the way death just ripped people away from you. Dally hated the way life tortured you into believing you had gotten away, only to laugh at your face when it catches up to you.

Death was always unpredictable.

But Dallas Winston was even more unpredictable.

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The platinum blond found himself in a telephone booth, dialing up the number he knew by heart.

It only took two rings for Darry to pick up.

Dally? Darryl asked, worry dripping from the other end of the phone.

Dally winced, thinking of the worry he put the gang through.

"Listen, I just robbed a liquor store, and I've got cops on my tail, I need a place to hide."

He neglected to tell his poor friend that he was shot ar said liquor store, and was currently bleeding out.

There was a pause.

Okay, me and the gang will meet you at the vacant lot.

"Okay."

He didn't look at his stomach, where a gaping hole probably was, the edges slowly turning black.

That was a curse inflicted by magic that was talked about behind closed doors.

But unlike a small knee scrape, this couldn't be patched up, at least not in time. His body was dying, while he was alive.

He tucked his jean jacket around him further, and gritted his teeth, running out of the phone booth. Not ten seconds later, cops were on his tail.

He could see the vacant lot, and the gang. His friends.

But it was without Johnny. It was with a body that was cursed with magic talked about behind closed doors. It was with a young death hanging over his head.

If he was going to die, he may as well do it on his own merits. So he turned around, and began walking towards the cops with an unloaded gun in hand.

It only took two more shots, the black spreading fast over his body, but he still heard more gunshots as he fell to the ground, a grim triumphant smirk stained with blood as his world went dark.

For Dallas Winston wanted to be dead, wanted to beat out both his generational curse, and his actual one out of spite.

And Dallas Winston always got what he wanted.

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It was dark, maybe he slept in the vacant lot. But he didn't remember going to sleep.

He didn't feel pain.

It was almost blissful if not for that one star that insisted on shining straight into his eyes.

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Dally awoke in an unfamiliar place, felt his body do things without his mind's consent.

His legs took him on a walk to a large building.

He was holding a backpack.

Then he was sitting at a desk, someone called his name, and his body raised his hand, his voice said 'here' without him telling it to.

Then he regained his feeling in his body, and stood up, kicking the desk. "Why am I in this damned place?" He muttered, going to open the door.

He walked out, and then heard someone tsk. Ah ah ah, you need to go back in there.

The platinum blond crossed his arms, "Why should I listen to you?"

The voice laughed. You have no choice.

He felt his legs walk him back into that damn room, he heard his own voice apologize to the teacher for his outburst.

He didn't have control over his body, he saw all, felt all, but couldn't do anything.

Dallas Winston was trapped in his mind. There was nothing he could do about it.

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OK, so I used the dsmp idea that limbo/Inbetween is just your biggest fear brought to "life".

Dally's biggest fear, I feel, is having no freedom.