The Outsiders Deaths Novels & Stories

He has no way out. I stare at the first guy, smiling at him so my face will be the last thing he sees before I end his miserable existence. I push the second man to the ground and then snap the neck of the first one. He falls to the ground with a thud, dead instantly. Pressing the heel of my foot down on the other guy’s spine until I hear a crunch. I make sure he is dead before straightening and nodding for the others to come along. They keep coming in twos, then threes, at some point, I lose count of them. They are all around me, their grunts and groans of pain the only thing that can be heard.

Ignoring the cold I sprinted down the stone stairs in just my shirt and shorts, dragging on boots at the bottom of the steps. I got there first, hurtling around the corner just ahead of Beldon and Morrell to find my girl sobbing on her knees, cradling a bloodied bald man in her arms.. There was blood on the snow. So much blood that it had seeped and merged in with the tyre tracks for several metres down the hill towards the rising dawn horizon. “Are they alive?” “Arlen and Sol only just, but these two-” and my heart twisted to recognise the black swirling tattoos caked in red. Axel and Jones. Here less than a day and murdered.

I take my jacket off and drape it around her shoulders. “I was late that day.” She hiccups through a sob. “I drank too much again and when I got to the bar, they were shoving the other girls in a van. I hid and after they left, I went in and saw what they had done.” She sobs louder. “It was awful Swift. They killed them all.” “When was this? Who killed them?” Mike butts in all beta and intimidating demanding an answer. Ginny shrinks back at the stranger, “It’s okay Ginny, he is with me. He’s a good one I promise.”

It was even more urgent to make such a big decision. After a while, Alex took a deep breath, patted the shoulder of Hunter, and said, "As far as I know, the person who bullied Cynthia is dead, and he died very miserably. The kind of person who was shot in the head and blasted in the head. The result of death without a whole body is barely an explanation for his evil deeds." "Break the head? Young master, could it be... Jared who bullied Cynthia?" "That's him!"

All I knew was the rage inside me and the need to end every single one of them before Gunnar lost control. When the last man fell, the silence felt loud. Bodies were everywhere. Almost thirty of them. Some had no heads. Some had open chests. Some had empty eyes. I stood there breathing hard, blood dripping from my hands. I turned to Gunnar. He was leaning against the wall, watching me with that calm look, but I could see the storm inside his eyes. “Let’s go,” I said. He nodded once. We walked out of the prison, stepping over bodies like they were nothing. The air outside felt cold and fresh, but it did not wash away the smell of death.

She raised her hand and struck herself so hard that blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. "I was so stupid and stubborn… You were only ten. We could have given you everything, but for the sake of some ridiculous lesson, I actually… Joshua, I failed you." Mr. Gibson and the officers stood near the door, their eyes welling with tears as they sighed in deep sorrow. The next morning, they brought my body back. We went straight to the funeral home for the cremation. Outside the incinerator room, Dad leaned against the wall. His eyes were fixed on the furnace door without blinking.

The city woke the next morning to chaos. News headlines exploded with speculation. The celebration of new leadership was overshadowed by a single, haunting question: *Who killed Ethan Cross?* His body was taken for examination, and within days, the answer surfaced—poison. Not accidental. Not natural. Intentional. Lisha was left shattered. Confusion clung to her like a shadow. She replayed the night over and over, searching for something she had missed. He had been fine. He had been smiling. He had been alive.

I walked out of the meeting room quickly before anyone could see the tears forming in my eyes. As I made it to the hallway, I found an empty alcove, pressed my back against the wall, and just let the memories crash over me. My oldest brother, Garrett. He was strong, brave, and protecting the younger children until his throat was torn out. My second brother, Thomas, who was fast and skilled, was cut down as he tried to reach the weapons cache. Finn. Marcus. David. Leon. All of them. Gone. And my nephew, Little Erik. He was only twelve years old. He had tried to hide and tried to be brave, but they found him.

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.