It was inevitable; but he knew he would have to do it. He looked down on his sworn enemy's body, and he knew he had to do it. As Darren writhed under the foot he had placed on his chest, he remembered.
In the theatre, Creepy Crepsley's mouth on his arm, tasting his blood, declaring him evil.
He remembered that night, ages ago, in the graveyard, being too weak to kill him…
At this memory, his resolve hardened. And with a swift movement, he cut his friends, enemy's, brother's, throat.
Steve was not weak. Not anymore.
A/N: Just wondering what would happen if Steve won that battle. Poor Steve. He's my favourite character, after Gannen, and I had to write him something. All critism welcomed.