What Does Two-bit Look Like In The Outsiders Novels & Stories

I needed to understand. Footsteps. Two sets. Heavy. Confident. Echoing off concrete. I tensed. My spine snapped straight despite the dull roar of protest from every muscle. The metal door groaned open. And there they were. Dain looking like the walking definition of rock bottom. Grey stubble, puffy eyes, a film of grease clinging to his skin like a second layer. The stench of whiskey walked in before he did. And beside him, Billy. Slick. Smirking. Clean-shaven. His shirt stretched tight over his chest, arms folded as he leaned casually against the frame. His eyes raked over me like he was already carving the future into my skin.

He snarled with gritted teeth as his eyes scrutinized me with a disgusting look. That infuriates me to the core as I take a look at my clothes. I was dressed in a simple hoodie and joggers with my trainers (running shoes). My brunette hair was packed in a tight ponytail and my face looked pale with sunken eyes and dark circles encircling around it. I looked like a ghost. “If you want alms go over to the gate and beg you shouldn’t devise cheap means to steal from my personality. Dumb bitches!” He seethes and pressed some digits on his phone.

I exclaimed through gritted teeth. And the scream that erupted out of her mouth could jerk back to life, one who had given up the ghost. As I doubled my steps out of the shitty convenience, I came across a fat kid who had glasses on, he shouldn't be more than 6. He had a lollipop on his mouth. His eyes where raised up high, while his cheeks were bulgy like a bulldog's as he stared at me, with the rest of the sober shitty people inside the tarven.

My eyes fell downward, scanning their entire frame, their pants was almost pooled at their knees from sagging, anchored by a thick chain that jiggled every time they walked. The last boy who wasn't a twin, but hard dark skin and was dressed better than the rest of the thugs, had his arms around Ruby. He swung a metal bat in his other arm: a soft swoosh rent the air every time he swung. She avoided my gaze, flicking her eyes upon everything on the street but me, suddenly finding the sidewalk more interesting. If she looked at my face, then she would see the obvious tint of disappointment. The sidewalk was filtered with the stench of alcohol, even with the tiny draft blowing into the alleyway,

In her haste she had carelessly dropped the black hairpin, now part of her hair was hanging loosely. She couldn’t stand being in a cage near the other large cages containing the dormant Outsiders. They were about Human sized, their lower and upper abdomen had a series of paddles for limbs: It was just like the turtle’s but it was more numerous, curved and had sharper tips. They also had long necks and a round head with single large eyes embedded within a pair of large pointy ears. The most disgusting thing about the Outsiders were their slime covered skin and smell. Wendy went cautiously round the corner of a corridor. She could see a door; it was the exit she was free!

“Well, they were people, but they were completely jet black, like they’d been through a crisper. But they weren’t burned. I mean, they weren’t charred or anything. Just black. Except for their eyes. Those were red. And their clothes were weird. Some of them, anyway. Some of them looked like they were wearing clothes from a really long time ago, like villagers in an old movie or something. They crawled down the sides of the buildings, like spiders sort of. And they had claws. Maybe you should just jump into my head and then you could see for yourself.” It would be easier that way. I was so lost in watching her devour her lunch, I wasn’t sure I was making a lot of sense. I took another small b

Man number three looked less scary but the twi of his front teeth were missing and his smile was very creepy. The last man had his hair in a ounk style, a tattoo on his right arm and his leg was amputated. One thing was common in all of them, they were all on bikes, bikers. “Mia Heather, how did you end up in a place like this? A terrain meant only for Rogues.” I swallowed hard. I have only read about Rogues in my father’s medical books. They looked scarier in real life. “I guess i missed my way. I was roaming around.”

"Wait there, I'm coming to get you." "Okay, Kunle," he replied a bit calmly. After driving for a while, following Mikey's direction we stopped by the alley in Mary's Avenue, Mike emerged from the dark, dirty alley, he sat behind a dustbin, hiding. He looked dirty and unkempt. As he peeped at the car and saw me in it, he hurried towards us, looking back as if someone would creep up behind him and grab him, he quickly jumped into the car and we began to move. I took a good long look at my friend and I could barely recognize him, the cheerful, good-looking boy who was full of life had been replaced by a hungry, dirty boy with sunken eyes. He had on rags for clothes and his entire appearance bro

Blood dripped to the ground below as the world seemed to stop. Jai stared at the two unknown men beside him. One of them was wearing ragged outfit. He was dirty and bummer looking, shaking, and fear was visible in his eyes as he stared at the other man in front of him. The other man, a young man, who was standing between Jai and the bum, was fairly familiar with his flame-style brown hair and neat looking appearance.

Tobe and I both stare at him, unable to look away from what's left of his mangled body. There are several crescent-shaped bite marks along his shoulders, stomach, and what's left of his face. There's a large hole in his stomach, and I can see some of his intestines trailing out. That, plus the scent of blood and the sound of buzzing flies nearly drives me to my knees, and I have to fight to push back the nausea bubbling up.