Did Darry Die In The Outsiders Novels & Stories

Alas, Darry was unresponsive. Syed came to a realization when he stared at Darry’s lifeless body. He reached out his trembling hand and put his finger under Darry’s nose. Color quickly washed off his face. “You killed my son, Kaze!” Syed looked up at Kaze furiously and yelled in rage. What? Darry was dead. The crowd stared at Kaze in horror. Darcy and Miru covered their mouths. Kaze killed Darry in the public eye. Surely, Kaze must know the consequences of taking another’s life.

Darryn's Pov The fire had burned low, but I hadn't moved to tend it. I sat in the chair by the window with a glass I hadn't drunk from in an hour and stared at the middle distance where nothing was, and I thought about Darius. From the way he had died and what the healer had said, mumbling some medical shit, the only thing I understood was that he'd died by poisoning, which meant someone who had been close enough, long enough, to do it without detection.

[Darcy] I was evil, but I didn't expect people to retaliate against me in such a cruel way. I knew I deserved to die for some of the crimes I had committed. But why did it have to be someone I had never hurt? I had no problem dying at the hands of David, Heather, and Cullen. I had committed unforgivable crimes against them. But it wasn’t them who sent the hitman to take my life. Must I live in fear forever?

But it's too late. That night the police came to investigate. The results of the investigation showed that Mr. Darry was the one who had killed his wife. This was evident from the fingerprints left on the baseball bat. Mr. Darry refused this, but the police still considered him a suspect because of strong evidence, and was sentenced to prison. ***

After a few seconds, Drew looks at me with a shocked expression. "Y-You killed him," Drew said and I could see the rage on his face. "Fuck you! You're a fucking slut that deserves to be rape!" Drew shouted angrily at me and he suddenly kicked me in my stomach causing me to scream in pain and just lie on the ground. Drew was not satisfied with just kicking me in the stomach and he starts kicking me all over my body, I force a smile just to annoy him. I don’t know but it was so satisfying as I watched him go batshit crazy now that he knows what happened to Blue.

His body crashed onto the concrete floor. Aaron stood there, breathing heavily. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Yet his eyes looked even wilder. "You know what's funny?" Darius slowly pushed himself upright. Aaron laughed. "Lily died." Darius froze. "I lost Ivy." The laughter became even more unsettling. "And then Dante died too." The name immediately caught Darius's attention. Aaron noticed the reaction. Then smiled. "I know about that." Darius began to realize something. Aaron had investigated everything.

How could he show up here after everything he had done? He sneaked into Dan’s room and I followed closely… The guys had gone for a shower while I returned. Darius tried injecting Dan when I pushed him with all my strength and he fell and hit his head on the tile. It was not as I intended for it to happen. Darius was confirmed dead after I called for help. The guys returned to meet his corpse. I didn’t plan for this to happen but I was so relieved he was out of our lives for good. He deserved what befell him. He cost me so much and I am glad he’s gone forever.

"It's too late for that now, isn't it? I'll be dead before I go to jail, Dad. I can't let them take me down." With that, Derry stormed out of his father's office, the weight of his decision heavy upon his shoulders. He made his way through the halls of FUELIFY, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness of his mind. Moments later, as he approached his car, flanked by bodyguards, a sense of unease settled over him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot shattered the silence, and Derry's body jerked forward, pain searing through his chest. Blood stained his shirt, his breathing became shallow and labored.

*** (Present) Tears streamed down Erin's cheeks as she sipped her beer, sitting in the pool area with her friend Zach, preparing to share the rest of her story. "But that wasn't the reason why the police visited the mansion. Daryl died because he was involved in a street race. They were there to interview me. The worst part is he had no one racing against him. The police examined the cars used by Michael and our friends. They found no suspicion or any indication that their cars were speeding. They all went home." "You mean he raced alone, thinking he had an opponent?" Her lips trembled, and she couldn't continue the story.

He got blood on both his hands and his sight was blurry. “Mom! Dad! Emily!” he cried, staggering towards the packhouse, “what’s happening here?” An arrow shot directly at him from the front, someone took it for him and fell. Darren couldn’t see who it was, but he knew it was one of his packmates, one of his father’s warriors he liked to hang out with. “Barry? Is that you?” he asked, “Derick? Orson?!” No one answered him. Whoever it was, it had already died.