What Happened To Ponyboy After The Outsiders Novels & Stories

Soon after, I saw a news report. Zonday was involved in a car accident. He was brought straight to the ICU. "Not surprising," the beggar said while smoking a cigarette. "He was the one who cast the spell. Once I broke it, he would also suffer backlash." I eventually went to the hospital to see Zonday. He was now paralyzed in bed, unable to attend college even though he was directly admitted. After all, he couldn't even eat without help.

It was Amanda. She had been missing in the commotion because she had been so scared that she had fainted. “Amanda. My dad. My dad got shot.” Rory cried. Amanda had crossed to where Rory was. She hugged her friend who cried softly. “He’s going to live. I know it. He’s going to be okay.” It sounded like a prayer. It was a prayer. Todd hugged them and the three teenagers stayed that way until they were guided out of the warehouse by a female police officer.

I looked at him, and he was about to squeeze the trigger. So eventually, this was how I would die. Not by the jaws of werewolves, fangs of vampires or hexes of witches but at the hands of aggrieved pimps whom my boyfriend, boss, whatever, had wrongfully beat up for my sake. I braced myself and closed my eyes, and then I heard a car screech and a boisterous thud. I opened my eyes and saw that the pimp that was about to shoot me had been hit by a car, and he had hit his fellow pimp due to the impact. There was no way the bastard survived it, but I couldn't hang around to find out. I ran until I found a cab and hurried back to Oscar. I was mad as hell.

It was easier to think of ending one's life than actually doing so. Weston unconsciously rode towards Cody's house. It was a childhood habit of his that whenever he was upset, he would land up there and spend a few days with him to feel energized again. However, in his dazed and heartbroken state, he was too absent-minded to notice a speed-breaker on the road and lost control of his speeding motorcycle. Before he could realize what was happening, in a split second, the motorcycle crashed onto a wall nearby and he was flung off with force. The moment he hit the ground the motorcycle fell upon his legs with full force, crushing them. The excruciating pain on his legs made him lose consciousnes

She kicked Rocky’s father out after that, an act of bravery for a young woman with little education and few prospects, suddenly alone, with six children to feed. Within a few years, Rocky’s older brothers, Richard and Speedy, were in juvenile, California Youth Authority. A white guy got stabbed at a party, and Richard was convicted. Then it was Speed’s turn: He pummeled a tecato, a heroin addict, who ratted on one of his homies. And then he was gone, too. Now Rocky was the man of the house.

"I'm really sorry, Raelynn!" He looked absolutely lonely and desolate as he dragged his feet, gradually walking away. I wasn't sad at all; I only felt that I was finally liberated and had gained my freedom. Holden's prediction came true in the end. He was caught in a terrorist attack and died after being shot while attending an event there, never returning home again. I remained unexpectedly calm after learning the news of his passing. I simply reflected on the unpredictability of fate—a stranger I had once known so well was gone.

Surely the time was nearing. When Bryony was in the second grade, a tiny body was found half buried under the desert sand. The coyotes had gotten to her, but not too badly, thanks to Patty Farlan. Patty, the high school druggie ringleader, was out partying with his friends nearby, and the bonfire scared the animals off. Patty and his flavor-of-the-week girlfriend, whose name nobody cared about or would remember, least of all Patty, stumbled across her. “Patty,” said Flavor, “will you love me forever? Really, true?”

My parents stepped in with money and my participation that night was somehow erased. Weeks later, I found out that the young boy I saw was Cory Matthews, a 16 year old. His fall had caused him a spinal cord injury that will have him bound to a wheelchair for life. I’ve carried the guilt every day since that night. ***** THE PRESENT… My office felt smaller as I watched the video play on Megan's phone. It clearly showed Marcus laughing beside me, and clapping my shoulder as the rest set up the fireworks. I thought Jake deleted it.

Jesse’s phone pinged and he looked at Kelley. “It’s done.” “Thank you, Jesse. I’ll release the payments.” “What’s done? What payments? Just … what the fuck!” Connor demanded. “They’re all dead. The whole sick lot of them. Hanson in prison, Petey in his house, their parents, co-conspirators, everyone on the list. It’s over.” Fifteen minutes later they all stood outside the barn and watched as it burned. Mason looked like a wreck, Lee didn’t look much better himself and Connor swore under his breath and muttered about cameras and DNA.

After that, I lost my consciousness. They brought me to the hospital to treat my wounds because SPO2 Patrick Smith shot me many times. Also, I found out I would not be able to walk since some gun’s bullets hit my spinal cord. After three weeks, my doctor discharged me. Meanwhile, Sebastian died. The court found me guilty of every crime I committed. It decided to imprison me forever. …………………………………………………………………. Mantus’ POV After what happened, I investigated everything about Nate’s life to understand why Phoenix killed him.