WARNING:SLIGHT LANGUAGE AND SOME SCENES MAY BE TO VIOLENT FOR SOME PEOPLE. Edited version 3/2/17

Stuck in a truck, wedged between Darry, who was driving and Sodapop was not what you would call a good time. Steve,Two-Bit, and Johnny were in the backseat. Dally would not come, apparently going on a road trip with the Curtis brothers and their friends was not something he wanted to do. Honestly Pony did not know if he was happy or upset that he was on the trip too. He was happy to get out of the house and Tulsa but he had a feeling in the pit his stomach that made him cringe. The trip idea was just unsettling to him, and he did not know why. They were not going far, just across the state to some deserted lake.

The lake was 5 hrs away and so far only two hours have come and gone. Pony did not know how much more he could take, being confined in a small area with his brothers and friends took a lot of patience. After another hour Pony's eyelids felt heavy and every-time he blinked he could barely keep his eyes a hand on his right shoulder he looked over at Soda who talked quietly, "Just sleep Pony. Ill wake you when we get there." Pony didn't need to be told twice, he leaned his head on Soda's shoulder and went to sleep.

Ponyboy awoke to the laughter of Two-Bit. His eye lids fluttered open, and a yawn escaped from his lips. No one else was in the truck with him, he could see them all standing around the gas pumped of the old gas station they were parked at. Then he noticed that Johnny was not part of the group, Pony knew Johnny would never go somewhere alone, so where was he? "Finally awake I see." Pony jumped, not expecting the voice behind him. He turned around to see Johnny, grinning. He was obviously happy he scared Pony. Pony let his eyes wonder taking in the site of the old station.

It looked like it had not been wiped down in 20 years, the pumps looked rusted and Pony wonder if the gas, if there even was any, in the pump was safe. Did gas go out of out date? He did not know and felt like he would be laughed at if he asked.. Looking back at Johnny, he asked where they were. Johnny shrugged, "hell if I know. We drove for almost three hours though so we must be close." Pony nodded, he would just ask Darry we he got back in the truck. A slap on the drivers side window made both Pony and Johnny jump. Grinning, Soda opened the door. "Hey Pony! Finally up, we're stopped for gas." He stated the obvious. Pony watched Soda glance at the station building, leaning in he whispered as if whoever worked there could hear him from all the way in the building. "Man you guys should really take a look in there. Its the creepiest place ever. Cobwebs everywhere, someone is neglecting their chores." Soda joked. "But seriously, gives me the damn goose bumps. Go take a look, stretch your legs we have at least two more hours to go." Pony did not want to move; he was fine staying in the truck. The station building didn't look like somewhere he wanted to take a look in. However, he did have to go to the bathroom and did not think he could wait another two hours. Maybe Soda would go in with him. Soda noticed the look Pony gave him,"Oh no. I am not going back in there. Once was enough for me." Pony knew if he tried hard enough Soda would go with him but he decided to let it go. Climbing out the drivers side he told Johnny to come with him.

Soda's description did not do justice of the state of the station building. Creepy was an understatement. As soon as Pony walked through the door he wanted to walk right back out. The place stank and Pony could bet that none of the food was edible, he hoped one of the guys were not stupid enough to try to eat any for the heck of it. Looking around with Johnny he didn't see a sign for a restroom at all, he hoped they had one. Spotting an old guy that was standing behind the paying counter, he nudged Johnny and started for the guy. "Excuse me? Do you have a public restroom by any chance?" The older man did not acknowledge them. Sharing a look with Johnny he knew they were both hoping to get out of here as soon as they could. "Em, Sir. Do you hav-" Pony didn't get to finish his question before the man interrupted him. "To use the restroom you must buy an item." Pony did not have any money on him and he honestly did not have the patience to go get some so he could buy some outdated crap. "Listen Sir," Pony pointed to his brothers and friends outside "that's my family. They already bought gas and Im sure other things too. Can we just use the-" Once again, Pony was was stopped mid- sentence. "To use the restroom you must buy something." Pony was not in the mood for this. From the look on Johnny's face he was not either. Ponyboy tried to reason with him again,"but-." The old man let out a loud noise that scared Pony and Johnny half to death. Slowly standing up the man yelled loudly, "I said you have to buy something to use the restroom you hoods!" Pony and Johnny jumped back into a stand with old newspapers, knocking it over.

"You clean that up boy!" The man was making his way from behind the counter. Pony was not staying to wait for him to make his way around and he certainly was not going to pick the newspapers up. Pony looked at Johnny, he resembled a small abused puppy. Grabbing Johnny's arm he pulled him towards the door, towards safety with his brothers. "Hey! You kids get back- Mabel get the gun!" Pony burst through the door with Johnny on his tail.

Thankfully the guys were already in the truck, waiting for them. Opening the passenger door where Soda sat "Wha-" Pony pushed Soda over to the middle of the row. Johnny hurriedly closed the door behind him. Pony was uncomfortable with the position he was in, the front seat was only meant for three and with Johnny that made four. "No time!" Pony yelled. Johnny gripped Pony's shoulder, "Ponyboy!" Pony looked to see the man pumping a gun, getting ready to shoot. Pony yelled to Darry who sat in the drives place "Drive! Drive! He's going to shoot!" Darry took one look at the gun in the old man's hands and shifted the gear into drive, he would demand answers from Ponyboy and Johnny about what happened after they were out of danger. He heard the gun go off with a bang, he put his hand on Soda's head and pushed him down. "Get down! Get down!" The trucks tires squealing, he pulled on the road but not before another shot rang. He heard the bullet collide with something on the truck but he did care at the moment. As long as it was not someone's head. Once they were safely down the road he said it was okay to come up."What was that Pony? Johnny? What did you do?!" Darry demanded. Johnny could not answer for he was still shaking in fear. All Ponyboy could do was think 'thank god.' After Ponyboy explained what had happened they were all silent. No one knew what to say, they all just wanted to get to the lake.

Darry frowned at the fuel gage, it read that it was almost empty but that could not be right, he just filled the tank. Darry suddenly remembered that one of the bullets fired at them hit the truck. He hoped to god the gauge was just wrong and they still had a tank full of gas. They were in the middle of no where, how would they find help? He definitely wasn't going back to the gas station, at least not during the daytime but possibly in the cover of night where they could just take gas; and Darry would of course make sure to leave money.

Well maybe he would, he did not appreciate the old man shooting at them. He could feel how the truck slowed, they would not make it much farther. By some chance of luck Darry spotted a drive way, a big house ands a barn. It looked worn down and he hoped someone lived there, but if not then they could spend the night there. Pulling into the drive way got everyone's attention,"Darry what are you doing?" Soda asked. Continuing down the drive way Darry sighed, "One of the bullets hit the gas tank. We've ran out of gas."

It was silent for a few moments before Ponyboy groaned,"Are you serious? This is just great! I want to be out of this town. Its not just the gas station that looks creepy Darry! Are you sure this is safe?" Ponyboy wasn't the only one who was concerned. "Superman, I don't like the look of this place. Cant we find somewhere else?" Two-Bit spoke up. "I don't like the look either and if I knew some place else then Id go there but I don't. We need to get the tank fixed and hopefully by chance they will have gas."

Darry did not want to stop at this house as much as everyone else but they did not have a choice. Parking in front of the front porch, Darry shut the engine off. No one moved for a few moments, waiting on Darry for a signal. Sighing Darry said, "alright let me go knock on the door before we all get out." Taking another look around Darry saw huge sharp tools in the barn. "Sodapop sit in the drivers seat." Soda maneuvered around Pony, climbing into the drivers seat. Darry shut the door, telling them to keep the doors locked. Darry walked slow, he was in no hurry to knock on the door. There was something about this place that did not settle right with him. The steps eerily creaked beneath Darry's feet. Darry thought no one was home, he knocked but no one answered. As he was turning away he heard the door squeak open.

Facing the door Darry was surprised to see a old mean looking man in a wheel chair. "Can I help you?" It took Darry a moment to respond, "Hello. Um, car trouble. I was wondering if I could use a phone to call a repair shop?" Darry trailed off. The feeling of unsettled feeling plagued his stomach again, he did not want to ask to use anything in possession of this man. Darry decided that he did not want to stay any longer than necessary. "Don't have a phone." Darry wasn't counting on that. "Oh. Okay, never mind. Sorry for bothering you." Darry prayed that not all of the gas had leaked out of the tank yet. He wanted away from this place, and if the truck only got him a mile down the road then that was better than nothing. Darry started away from the door, Soda sent him a questioning gaze. Darry shook his head no and Soda looked confused. If Darry was Soda he'd be too, here was a house with people in it that could help them but Darry just could not bring himself to ask for it. "Wait, Son." Darry turned his head to look the man in the face. "The towns cop is coming by in oh say an half hour. Why don't you wait for him? You and your family are more than welcome to come in."

Darry did not want to stay, he did not trust the situation for some reason. Maybe his intentions were misleading him? Here was an innocent man offering his services the best he could. Darry sighed, "Yeah sure. Just let me go get my family." Darry pointed to the truck. The man nodded. "Oh! I'm Darrel Curtis, Sir." Darry held out his hand for the man to shake. The man took his hand but didn't shake it. "Sawyer. Just call me Grandpa Sawyer. Nice to meet you, Darrel Curtis. Just come right into the house." The look in his eyes made Darry shiver.

Steve did not like the look of this house. He did not like the vibe of this whole town. Steve obviously did not have the nicest home and he did not live on a nice block but this place just gave him the creeps. Steve thought Darry was insane for staying here. He hoped Darry was not just staying here because he did not want to be impolite; Steve did not care who he was nice to and he thought Darry should not care either. Inside the house was a mess which was saying something from Steve who's own house was a mess. They all were sitting in the living room and Steve wanted to snoop around. He nudged Soda next to him and jerked his head to Two-Bit to signal to include him too. Steve asked the Sawyer man where the bathroom was and with a wink in his friends direction, he wondered off.

Sodapop was worried. Steve had been gone for almost fifteen minutes and that was not like him. Soda knew Steve was snooping around and not going to the bathroom but he would not take this long for someone would surely notice. Creepy Grandpa Sawyer and his wife Grandma Sawyer, his daughter Mama Sawyer and her freak sons Chop Top Sawyer, Tex Sawyer, Tinker Sawyer and Alfredo Sawyer were all gathered in the living room with them. Darry looked at Soda mouthing 'where is Steve?' Soda shrugged. He was wondering the same thing.

The town cop was to be here originally ten minutes but Grandpa Sawyer said he was almost always late so it would be more like twenty minutes. Soda cleared his throat, "Grandpa Sawyer, I'm going to check on Steve." Grandma Sawyer smiled, her three rotten teeth showing "Go ahead boy, just make sure your friend knows its not nice to get into other people business. You wont like the consequences." For a few moments it was silent. Soda's smile was tight and he felt like he needed a drink of cold water before he suffocated.

Soda could not find Steve, he searched every nock and cranny. Creeping down the hallway, ready to flip out and get Darry, Soda noticed a door. One he did not take notice to before, walking slowly towards the door he did not know why but a dreading feeling seeped into his bones. It was almost as if he knew what he would find if he opened the door. Soda did not want to think about the endless possibilities of what could of happened to Steve.

Soda twisted the knob, the door made a soft creaking noise and Soda cringed. He didn't know why he was being so quiet, he had not paid attention to that while looking in the other rooms but this one seemed different; not a simple different but a sickening difference. A difference that made Soda want to be physically sick. A huge gust of a horrid moldy smell hit Soda and it took everything in Soda to not puke his guts out. He knew Steve would not go through this door, Steve was nosy, not stupid.

However, Soda just knew he had to go down, it was almost like a force pulled him down the steps. The door must lead to the basement, Soda was usually fine with basements but with every fiber in him he did not want to go down. Soda almost shut the door and walked away, it was so simple to but the thought of Steve made him go down. Soda was half way down the steps when he heard a clanking noise and groaning. The door softly closed behind him, Soda had a fleeting thought that he might not see Ponyboy again. Darry, Two-Bit, Steve. Oh god, Steve. Soda prayed the groaning noise was just the old house and it wasn't Steve.

Soda must not of prayed hard enough, because the groaning was real. The groaning was Steve. Steve, his best friend since elementary school, looked dead. Of course Soda knew he wasn't, if he was he wouldn't be making noises. Yet as he watched his friend dangle upside down from metal chains he could of sworn his best friend was not alive. Soda whispered his friend's name and watched Steve's eye lids snap open. Soda never saw anyone with so much pain in their eyes, on their face and it took everything Soda had to not look away. "Soda. No. No. No. Go. Leave!" Steve cried. Soda watched his brother weep, coughing blood up. "Steve," Soda said, moving closer to him. "Who did this? Who did this Steve?! Ill-" "No! Oh god, Soda. Please go. Get the others and leave." Soda wouldn't leave, not yet. Not without his unrelated brother. Soda reached up to try to get the chain locks off Steve's ankles. "No. Soda, I'm good as dead. Leave. Leave before he comes back." Until then Soda didn't notice how much Steve was actually hurt. No, hurt was an understatement.

Whatever sick psycho did this had severed off Steve's' left arm. Soda could not believe his eyes. Where Steve's arm from the elbow down was gone. A white bone with jiggered points, almost as if it had been sawed off, and Soda could not even think of the pain he must be in, was sticking out the end. Soda never noticed the blood one the floor, a huge puddle and Steve's arm did not look like it was going to stop bleeding anytime soon. It seemed like Steve had an endless supply of blood, it just kept pouring out of the ends of his arm. Soda had the thought that if he didn't stop the bleeding the basement would fill with Steve's blood. He then noticed Steve's face was paler than the purest white he had ever seen. Soda consciously knew that Steve was going to die. In only a few moments, he lost too much blood and if he did not die from that he would of surely die from infection.

"Soda, promise me. Promise me you'll leave. Please go." Soda nodded subconsciously, he didn't want to leave him but Steve asked and Soda knew this was his last request. Silent tears had been streaming down Soda's cheeks and he could taste the salty tears on his lips. "I promise Steve. I love you." Steve's eyes were closed, and he was still crying. "I love you too Soda." Steve's voice came out barely a whisper, he knew he was holding on with everything he had but it was not enough, sometimes hoping and praying just was not enough. It wasn't enough when Soda's parents died and it would not be enough now. "Your my brother Soda. I love-." Steve died in mid sentence. Soda never felt such grief as he felt then.

Darry was not comfortable. Steve had been gone a while and now Soda was gone too. Darry could not imagine what they were up to, everyone was in the living room so he did not think they ran into anybody but what was taking them so long? Darry heard two different foot steps, but the foot falls did not sound like Steve and Soda. They were much heavier and one sounded like they were dragging their feet but everyone was in here with Darry except for Steve and Soda so who would it be? Through the door way came a man who's face it looked like he had layers of different colored skin stitched on. Coming into the light Darry noticed his observation was correct, he did have layers of different colored skin. Standing up, Darry noticed Soda was being dragged behind the brute, ugly man. Soda had red stuff on his hands, the bottom of his jeans and shoes and a bit on his shirt. Tears streaked Soda's face. Darry was unashamed to admit that he was afraid of the man as soon as he stepped in the room.

Darry had no idea what was going on. Who was this man? He had a feeling he could not be trusted. Where was Steve? Why was Soda covered in what looked like blood? Darry had a feeling it was the man's fault. Pony, Johnny, and Two-Bit shot from their seats and took they all took a step back. The man smiled, he only had a few teeth and those looked like they were ready to fall out. "Mama look who I found wondering around the basement." Shoving Soda forward, Darry ran to catch him before he fell. "Mom? You didn't say you had another son? Fuck, Jesus women, you got any more hiding around here?" Two-Bit's face was hard. The man growled, "don't you insu-" "Now Jed its okay. I didn't mention you, so they must be confused but that can wait." Mama Sawyer got up from the couch and smiled. Darry want to throw up at the sight. "I want to know why this young man was in my base-." "You sick fuckers. You killed Steve! You-." Soda suddenly yelled out.

Darry froze, not wanting to believe his kid brother. He needed to get his brothers and friends out of the old house now. But how? The cop was suppose to be here long ago and Darry felt stupid that he actually believed these peoples words. "Your friend deserved it I'm sure. The world needs cleansed of you bastard sinners." Darry was sure that if he was standing closer to Mama Sawyer he would of felt the spit that sprayed out of her mouth at her last two words. Darry grabbed Soda and pulled him behind him along with Pony and Johnny, Two-Bit stood next to him. Darry didn't know what to say. What do you say in this situation? All he wanted to do was kill these mother fuckers. "Take them down to the basement." Mama Sawyer smiled. Darry could tell she was enjoying this. They all were.

Ponyboy wanted to die. He wanted them to just get it over with, Darry, Soda, Steve and Johnny were dead. It was only him and Two-Bit left. Pony could not handle the feeling, watching his family die in front of him was horrible. It was cruel that they made him watch, made him see and hear their screams of pain. "Pony." Two-Bit's raspy voice broke Pony out of thought. "We're going to get through this. I wont leave you Ponyboy." Two-Bit's words were not at all comforting. He knew they would die, they had to. Pony hoped they would and soon. "Two-Bit. We're going to die." For some reason Two-Bit's attempt made Pony angry. Pony did not want to live, why could Two-Bit not see that? "Two-Bit I want-." It was no use, Two-Bit was killed in front of him too. Pony hoped he would see him in heaven, if there was one. He couldn't wait to see Darry and Soda again.

Pony opened his eyes to see his parents smiling at him and Pony could not help but smile back.

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I wrote this for school and decided to post it. This is a one-shot. Tell me what you think, I love writing horror so there will be more like these! I firmly believe in god and heaven and I would think that Pony would be in between about believing. So please don't be offended by the views in the story. When I wrote this story, I had not seen the chain saw massacre in like 5 years so I know I got facts wrong. Thanks for reading. :)