"It was Dally. He phoned from a booth. He's just robbed a grocery store and the cops are after him. We gotta hide him." You all left the house at a dead run.

You guys reached the vacant lot just as Dally came, running as hard as he could. He turned and jerked a black object from his waist. A heater. Dally raised the gun. Even as the policeman's guns spitfire you knew that was what he wanted. He was dead before he hit the ground. Not him and Johnny both.

You knew he would be dead because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted. Steve stumbled forward with a sob, Sods caught him. "Easy, buddy, easy."

Your stomach gave a violent start. The grads swirled into a massive colors and you felt yourself swaying on your feet. The ground rushed up to meet you very suddenly.