What Page Did Johnny Die In The Outsiders Novels & Stories

I wanted to live; I wanted to live my life with Jonny… I said no more to Dominic, just silently prayed Jonny could get us out of this terrible mess. I heard the key in the door after a long silence. “Don't expect much tonight I'm feeling shattered.” Jonny called out. As his voice drifted up from the hallway Dominic kept the gun on me. He looked at me with a hard stare and I didn't need to be told - one word from me and I'd be dead in a second. Jonny came through the door. The gun was off me, Dominic went for him, punched him once just above his healing wound and Jonny went down on the floor. As he struggled to sit up, he was gasping for air and I felt the awful realisation wash over me that

Since Grandma had always favored me and my parents couldn't stay with her all the time, they had left me with Grandma to keep her company. I had always had a place in the house. I just never knew. But now, none of it mattered. It was too late to change anything. I was dead. I didn't speak anymore. I was exhausted. Ruby's pretty face was swollen from the punch I had given her. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, "Jolene, please, help me. I swear I'll change."

“And if I have to die alone to do it… then so be it.” For a moment, there was only silence. Then she said the words I’d carry with me forever— “You don’t have to die alone, my Violet. There will be people… a few, maybe, but they will stand by your side. At some point, they will.” I didn’t believe her then. But today… I wasn’t sure. My breath caught in my chest as I stood in the lobby of my company, staring at Johnny’s bloodied body sprawled across the floor. A smear of crimson painted the marble beneath him like some grotesque signature.

After all, the hero who had climbed seven stories just to save that woman, whoever she was, had just collapsed to the ground. There were only two steps to go before he touched the ground safely. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . As soon as he opens the door, he sees Johhny, the same Johnny who left Emanuele for dead, the same Johhny who said, before Joshua ran out after her, that he was afraid of losing her forever because of his own stupidity.

“Goldie, because you look like Goldie fucking Hawn when she was young. We use aliases so the targets don’t get a bead on you. Now move your sweet ass, princess.” “I’m not going anywhere with a two-faced beast waving a gun around like he’s used it his whole life and don’t call me princess.” Her wobbly voice indicated shock, a natural reaction given the circumstances. “You want to stay back here, in the alley, be my guest. Let’s hope we took out all the bad guys.” Johnny eased his head around the side of the building. He stepped back and Lizzy—careful not to touch him—stumbled out of the way. “You just blew that man’s head off. Inside that place. I think I’m going to be sick.”

Vengeance for the unsaved—and for Lizzy’s suffering—stirred up his bloodlust. The final furious steps into the execution room revealed no one. Residual terror lingered like a dispersing fog, highlighted by evidence of carnage. The camera stood, erect and proud. The sloppy assholes hadn’t bothered to clean up. Johnny’s weary eyes traced the violent trail from the previous day. All that remained in Captain Stuart’s corner was a scuffed shoe and a mother-load of blood. His body, missing. Turning away from the tragic sight, Johnny cataloged the kid’s injuries. Two toes lay in the corner. Then Lizzy’s corner. Ignoring the other operators, he hunkered down next to the stained floor, concentrating

On the way to the alliance, he attacked and snapped her neck with a crunch himself. In her final moments, Amy glared at him with hatred. "Johnny, you're just a useless piece of trash!" With that, she died. Johnny was arrested for deliberately inflicting harm and murder, then sent to the alliance to await trial. At last, this mess was over. When Zack and I heard the news from our subordinate, neither of us showed much reaction. Zack nuzzled my neck. "After everything that happened, I thought you'd be happy to hear this."

One strong gust of wind will bring it down. “Mav, call in reinforcements.” I say, and he does. I walk the perimeter, but there are no bikes, no signs of life anywhere. I keep walking when I spot a bracelet on the ground. I pick it up and see Johnny’s name on it. Did he leave us breadcrumbs? Smart kid. I hear a whimper and turn and walk in the direction and see Johnny on the ground in a ditch. “Johnny.” I run to him. “HOUND!” I shout as Johnny lies on the ground.

"We did not. Some of the platoon came looking for us. We could hear them outside the jailhouse. We had no way to let them know we were inside." "Why did you not shout for them?" "We had guns to our heads; they would have shot us if we made a sound. But Johnny could not take for me to get hurt anymore, so he shouted out to them." "What happened, Clay?" I go dead silent as I replay that day, that very moment, over in my head. "They killed him. They put the gun against his head and blew him away right in front of us. He died so we could be saved." "Were you saved then?"

I wouldn't be able to stop myself from killing Marco if Cassie dies. "Cassie?" Johnny said as he came charging into the infirmary. When he saw her hooked up to the machines he dropped to his knees with a thud. Johnny was always protective of his younger siblings. Now to see his sister in a bed nearly dead must have felt terrible. I couldn't bear to see her in this condition. "Who did this?"