In Vietnam

Searching

Soda's POV

To my horror and dismay, the guy comes back into the room. He has something in his hand, but I can't see what it is.

Before I can see what the object is, he covers it with something and puts it away. He comes over to me and says, "Ah, American. You're awake. We're gonna have some fun today."

He grins evilly, and I know that I'm going to die.

He starts out slow. He punches me across the face twice, and then he unties the ropes that are restricting my hands and feet. He throws me on the ground and starts kicking my already bruised ribs. I cry out in pain, but it only causes him to kick me harder. He kicks a few of my gashes, and I scream loudly. He doesn't stop there. He just keeps kicking, and I can feel myself slowly losing consciousness. I will myself not to pass out, and I don't. I stay awake this time.

Then, he gets the whip. I sigh. He whips me one time, and he keeps whipping me until he can't whip me anymore. I shiver from the pain and try to sit up. He just pushes me down and hits me in the chest with the whip three more times. I let out a groan, and he rolls his eyes.

When he's satisfied, he goes to the corner and grabs the mysterious object. When he unwraps it, I can see that it's a gun.

"Shit."

He cocks the gun and points it at me. I close my eyes and prepare for it.

Two things happen then.

First, there is a shot. But it doesn't hit me; I feel no pain at all, besides my previous "injuries."

Second, there's a bunch of shouting. When I open my eyes, I see the gang attacking the Vietnamese man.

Pony comes running over to me and pulls me into a sitting position. He takes one good look at me and starts bawling.

I painfully reach out to hug him, and he cries into my shoulder. I start crying, too. Soon, we feel a third pair of arms wrap around us. It's Darry.

"Oh, Soda....What did they do to you?" He chokes out.

I just start crying and don't say anything else. I'm just happy to be back with my brothers.

The doctors lay me on the stretcher, and while they're looking me over, I pass out from exhaustion.

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Darry's POV

When I saw Sodapop, I just couldn't keep it together. I started bawling as I saw Pony hugging him. My brother looked dead.

After the hug, The doctors started checking him out, and he passed out. I looked back and got a good look at Steve. He was barely keeping it together. I don't blame him. I looked at Two-Bit, and his eyes were storming with rage. Johnny looked as pale as a ghost. Dally closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. He was pissed.

After the chopper was lifted and taken away from the hell hole, we sprinted to the doors of the hospital; well, more like Pony sprinted.

When we got inside, we heard Pony yell, "We need help!"

The nurses saw Soda on the stretcher and rushed to him. The doctors pushed us back and wheeled Soda into the back of the hospital. I let out a breath of relief that we got here, and they were taking care of Soda.

I prayed that my happy-go-lucky brother would be okay.