Here's Lucky! I'm back again and I hope that you all enjoyed the last chapter. I bet you all had heart attacks didn't you? Thank you all for your lovely reviews because it's you guys that keep this soldier fighting :p Now we continue!

Steve's POV

A sense of relief washed over me when he didn't respond back. I wanted to toss my hands up and shout "Hallelujah!" The kid was finally dead and it was all over. Smiling to myself I pocket the blade and collapse on the floor sighing. I let out a small laugh and look up at Two-Bit. For the first time since all this crap happened I was actually happy. He stands across from me looking at me, he almost looks like he's in pain. He shakes his head slow and I shrug my shoulders.

"Y-You really did it." I can't contain the smirk on my face.

"I know isn't it great?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He sends a punch to my stomach and I go down instantly winded. I look up and can see the hatred in his face. We've fought before and it ended in a tie. I can't afford to do that again or even lose. I've beaten plenty of socs before I can take this loser. I jab back at him and shove him towards the elevator space. He grabs a hold of the support beams and kicks his legs out sending me flying. Shit. Since when can he fight?

"You feel good about yourself Steve? Can you live with the fact that you killed an innocent kid. Ponyboy at that and you betrayed us all!" Grabbing the sink counter I try to stable myself.

"I do feel good about myself. Everything's fucking peachy. After I kick your ass I'm gonna find my way back to Tulsa. And I know they might all be pissed at first but after a while the whole gang's gonna appreciate that I finally took the kid out. Cause let's face it he's better off dead."

"Take it back!" He screamed and pushed me out the door. I try to run but he grabs me by the shirt collar tossing me to the floor. Bitch move Two-Bit, it's time to end this. I reach for my pocket and…

No.

No,no,no,no! The blade it's—

"Looking for this?" A harsh flick draws my eyes to his hand to see him holding a switchblade. I swing the main door open and take of running. I don't bother to look back because I know that he's right on my tail. I run down the hallways banging on doors and walls, somebody's got to wake up. I-I can't let this happen. No matter how much I scream nobody answers. I reach the end of the hallway only to find a staircase. What is it? Two three floors.

I turn back deadpanned at Two-Bit who standing inches away from me is still holding the blade.

"You've got some nerve if you seriously thought you were off the hook." I take an unconscious step back swallowing the lump in my throat.

"How could you do it Steve? We trusted you. The gang, me, hell Ponyboy did too. I know you two didn't get along but to kill him. You had NO right!" No right? I had every right! I mean what else was I supposed to do? The fact is we were just in too deep. The kid knew too much and if I'd let him go he would have ratted me out. But I took the next step, and now he knew back to square one. I look up at him glaring: Not a flipping chance. I lunge at him and at the same he pushes me back and we go tumbling down the stairs. I hope the bastard breaks his neck.

At some point I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and I yelp before we are slammed on the concrete floor. Don't know what I landed on and don't give a damn. Writhing in pain I cough and stare at my hand stunned. Blood. God no. I look up with fear at the figure standing above me. He's holding a blade tinted red. I drop to my knees and glance down unwillingly. I'm practically gushing. Fuck can't…give up now. I hear the clicking of footsteps on the floor before sink back to the floor. Every dying breath I give just seems to linger. I stare up the ceiling before my head rolls to the side.

Two-Bit is standing there, arm wrapped around the kid. I can't help but to stare into his eyes, I'm just overwhelmed. Everything comes back to me and I think maybe that all this is supposed to mean something. That maybe this is a sign.

I think…

I think…

I'm….

Falling.