Running Towards Home

CHAPTER 3

PONY'S POV:

I exited the theatre, still thinking about the movie. It was pretty good. The sun hurt my eyes after being in the dark theatre. I waited for my eyes to adjust, then started my walk home. I have a feeling Soda would have liked that movie, if he could sit still long enough to watch it.

I'm walking for a while, lost in my own thoughts. I wonder what the gang is up to, and what dinner is going to be. I hope Soda isn't cooking. He always uses food coloring to make the food weird colors. It's fun, but it doesn't always taste very good. I love Soda, but there is no way he will ever get hired as a cook.

Suddenly I hear the sound of a car behind me. I look, and see a red mustang. I start to run, but the car is too fast. They corner me, and a bunch of socs jump out. This is not going to be a fair fight, it's five against one. I try to fight back, but they overpower me within seconds.

Four of them hold down my legs and arms as I struggle, and the other one gets on top of me and pulls out his switchblade.

"Need a haircut, greaser?" he says, and starts to bring the knife closer. I kick one of the guys holding me, and manage to get up but they pull me back down. They hold me down again, and the guy with the switch puts it against my neck. He puts just enough pressure to draw blood and cause me pain, and I yell out a bit.

"Darry! Darry!" I scream, but before I can get anything else out, they stuff a cloth in my mouth, trying to shut me up. Before I know what's happening, I see a girl tackle the guy on top of me and he topples over. I use that distraction to get my legs and arms free, punching and kicking. I get up, and pull out the cloth in my mouth, coughing.

I hear pounding feet, and then the socs start to flee. I look up, and the gang is here. The girl who helped save me is punching this guy's face over and over, and I hear her cry out in pain and I see his switchblade cut her arm, and when she recoils he runs away. Darry comes over to me. "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you too bad, did they?" There is real concern in his words.

Soda comes running over next, and sees the blood on my neck. "They pull a blade on ya?" He checks me, seeing if I'm hurt anywhere else. I nod my head, and Soda says "They ain't gonna hurt you no more." I hear the girl who saved me come over. She keeps her arm close to her, and I can see the blood on her arm and leather jacket.

"You okay?" she asks, and looks me over. She's short, about five feet. I can't believe someone so small took down a soc with a blade. She has brown hair, shoulder length, tied up in a ponytail. She's wearing a leather jacket, now torn due to the switchblade, a short white shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and a pair of black army style boots. I look at her eyes, and they stun me.

She has these hazel eyes that just seem full of warmth. Her nose is covered in freckles, and her lips are colored a bright eye catching red. She was really pretty.

I notice myself staring, and stutter. "Y-yeah, I'm all good." I awkwardly stick out my hand for her to shake. "I'm Ponyboy."