1965 - Barry Allen/The Outsiders Imagine

Part 2

Ponyboy and Johnny stared at (Y/N) in disbelief. Their mouths were parted slightly as if they wanted to say something, but they didn't know what.

She wiped away a dribble of sweat that was running down her forehead with the back of her hand, amused by their reactions. "So what do you guys say, will you help me out?"

"With what?" Ponyboy asked in a wobbly voice. It was evident that the boys were terrified by what they just witnessed, but (Y/N) didn't have time to hold their hands and explain. She needed to get home before she damaged the timeline any further.

She sighed, putting one hand on her hip and the other to her forehead, looking at the ground. "How do I put this?" She muttered to herself. She could tell them that she was from the future, but she felt that the whole speedster thing was already too much for them.

"Okay... I... I'm not from this state. Yes," She clapped her hands together excitedly, proud of her quick wit. "I need to get back home, but I need you guys to help me keep what I can do a secret."

She waited for them to answer. (Y/N) knew she was asking way too much of two teenagers who she just met, but she needed to know that she could count on them.

(Y/N) watched as Johnny shifted his focus to something behind her. She was going to turn around, but the sight of Ponyboy's face flushing into a sickly pale color caught her attention instead. "What's wrong?" Her voice quaked as she took a step toward Ponyboy, reaching her hand out to him. Johnny inhaled sharply and pulled a switchblade from his back pocket, holding it in the same threatening manner as Steve did earlier that day.

She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at Johnny, who for some reason wasn't looking at her. She wanted to run, but she needed them to know that she wasn't going to harm them, so she held her hands up in surrender instead.

"Please..." (Y/N) whispered, hoping that if she used a gentle voice, Johnny would put away his switchblade. She opened her mouth to plead for them to listen to her, but her air supply was suddenly cut off a hand tightening around her throat. The air around her became polluted with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, and her mind began to feel hazy.

The Soc's rings were beginning to dig into her neck as she clawed at his hand with her fingers, desperate for air. She tried to concentrate on using her speed to get out of his deadly grasp, but Barry hadn't shown her how to drive a situation like the one she was in now. He was supposed to train her this morning, but their lesson had been cut short by her idiotic idea of racing each other. Stupid, she thought, I'm so stupid. Tears stained her cold, rosy cheeks as she mentally kicked herself for being immature.

The Soc pulled her head back, inching his lips closer and closer to her ear. "You're too pretty to be a Greaser, babe." He chuckled, sending shivers down her spine. He proceeded to tighten his fingers even more than before.

The boys watched in horror as (Y/N) struggled less and less. Her eyes were slowly losing the light that had illuminated their lives, even if it had been just for a day. Her hands went limp and her face turned a sickening color. Johnny's heart began racing even faster than the day that Bob and his friends jumped him. Bob... the same Soc that was now killing (Y/N).

Before Johnny could think his actions through clearly, he lunged toward (Y/N) and Bob, plunging his switchblade into an exposed part of his abdomen.

The first breath was like heaven. The blood in (Y/N)'s face began to flow freely again, and she fell to her knees, gasping loudly as her lungs filled with fresh air.

Johnny kneeled next to her, clutching the bloodied blade in his hand. "I killed him," His voice broke. Ponyboy and (Y/N) stared at each other, listening to the heartbreaking whimpers of Johnny coming to terms with what just happened. "I killed him." Ponyboy struggled to breath as he stared at the lifeless body that laid on the wet, blood stained pavement.