The Outsiders Imagines

Dallas

this could spark a shitstorm

Each breath was harder to take.
Each heartbeat felt more like a heartbreak.
Each red light I ran made my body feel lighter.
Each time I fired a shot it felt like freedom.

I roughly changed the gear of the midnight black ford falcon I'd hotwired and stolen. The car hummed rhythmically as I sped up, over taking slower cars and out running the even slower cop cars.

Ever since I was fourteen my idea of fun was breaking the law and doing a runner on the police. Ever since the police took the life of my brother. Ever since no one was punished for his death.

My dark skin glistened with sweat as my heart sped up and thought of that night, the night I watched my older brother be gunned down by the people who were suppose to protect us.

I had held onto the hatred I'd recognized only against the police since that night, and finally let myself have fun when I decided which law to break and where to allow hell to break loose.

I'd been jumping from town to town in order to evade the police and so far it was working. I smoothly turned a corner in the gased up falcon, the sirens faded and then began screaming noisily again as they slowly gained on me.

I ran a hand over my short black hair, pulling at the hair at the back of my neck as I thought of where I could take the police in this piss ant little town.

I grinned as a place came to mind and the car spun effortlessly as I changed direction and headed towards Buck Merril's place.

•

The police sirens had faded as I pulled up out back of Bucks but I knew they knew the number plate of the car I'd stolen and they'd find me soon.

I made my way inside unnoticed by the roudy and drunk teenagers and adolescents in the crowded house. The building was filled with loud, pounding music of some unknown shitty band. None the less drunk and reckless greasers danced and mingled to it.

I slipped through the oblivious crowd and climbed the stairs to the second story of the house. The first night I'd arrived in Tulsa I'd made fast friends with Buck Merrill and he offered me a room to stay at his place since I explained I wouldn't be here for long.

Evidently he informed me I'd have to pay him back somehow, I mean Buck wasn't going to offer someone a room out of the goodness of his heart. I question whether he even has one sometimes. How I was going to pay him back I hadn't fully worked out yet but I'd get there, maybe.

I quickly found my room and slipped inside, locking the door behind me as randoms tend to let themselves in and make themselves at home. I turned to discover that it had already happened. Lying on my bed was a guy and a girl and by the looks of things they weren't doing any bible study.

"Hey! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" The girl cried, clearly a greaser as I'd learnt to pick them out as the girls who wear too much eyeliner.

"Haven't you heard of make up remover?" I snapped marching to my dressers and pulling out my few sets of clothing and a heater.

"No no no! Put that back you crazy bitch!" The guy swore sitting up clearly scared. The girl sunk behind him, using him to shield herself.

"Relax I'm not going to shoot you," I explained inspecting the magazine and refilling, "though I probably should since you broke into my room."

"No don't shoot me!" The girl cried concealing herself under the covers.

"I'm joking, I don't have enough to waste a bullet on either of you." I snapped sliding the gun into the back of my jeans.

"Buck said this room was free." The guy who had an almost elfish face replied clambering out of the bed and pulling on a pair of jeans.

"Buck's a liar then, ain't he?" I replied peaking out the bedroom window to see if the cops had caught up to me. I could hear their sirens but I couldn't yet see their lights or cars.

"Who are you running from?" The guy asked, I turned around to see the door open and that the girl was gone.

"The cops, who else?"

"What'd you do?"

"You don't wanna know pretty boy." I answered grinning.

"Pretty boy huh?" He questioned me cocking an eyebrow. "I could march you down to the cops and hand you over, couldn't I doll?'

"Yes you could, but you won't will you Dallas Winston?" I questioned, "That just might ruin your reputation and possibly even get your past expunged from the courts."

"What's expunged mean?" He asked the confusion evident on his face.

I sighed. "I don't have time for this." I replied as the police sirens became louder.

"And how'd you know my name?" He asked.

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, I grinned at him and replied, "Everyone knows who you are Winston, and that's just the way you like it huh?"

I didn't wait for an answer and rushed out the bedroom door and down the stairs back into the loud music and drunk and undoubtedly high people. I made eye contact with Buck where he was against a wall, drink in hand and chatting with the girl who was in bed with Dallas. I grinned at him as he gave me a questioning look before shooting out the door and into the ford falcon yet again.

I switched the ignition on however was stopped by Buck banging on my window. I rolled it down and cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I believe you owe me some form of payment." He glared, the smell of liquor invading the car.

"How about not bringing the cops to your place?" I smirked.

"The cops? What did you do?!" He swore sobering up slightly at the mention of the police.

"Well let's just say I don't plan on giving this beauty back." I answered patting the door of the car.

"Oh would you look at that here they come." I sighed nodding towards the siren lights now in sight.

"Don't you come back ya hear? You're dead if you do." He swore running inside.

"Don't plan on it Bucky boy!" I shouted revving the engine and driving eractically around Buck's place.

I looked back up at the house as I began to drive away, the cops sirens now deafening yet again, to see Dallas standing at the back door grinning at the back of my car. Alright maybe I'll come back.