Sorry about the late update. Anyway, we're in Storybrooke again. This one is a couple of days after the last chapter, so be aware of that. Also this chapter has quite a bit of violence in it. Just FYI

By the way, where are you people? I have more chapters than reviews, and I am starting to feel lonely.


Matt was tired that evening. He should have taken the car to work today. He had stayed really late to grade papers. Trying to read a fourth grader's hand writing was not an easy feat. But Mary Margret had a date, so Mathew wasn't about to make her stay late.

He hadn't been to the diner for the past few days. Mathew wasn't avoiding Ruby, no, he hoped to run into her. It was Granny that he had been trying to steer clear of. As expected, she hadn't taken Ruby's night activities very well.

Main street was dark. Matt checked his watch, it was almost midnight. He gave a yawn and continued walking. Jefferson had plans for tomorrow, and Matt wasn't sure if he would like them. Jefferson was determined to make him remember by any means necessary, which was terrifying considering he wasn't completely stable.

Henry had been really excited when Mathew told him that he was willing to help. He had practically jumped for joy. Actually, he did. Matt smiled, the kid was really cute. And he did seem sure about this fairytale thing.

Matt passed an alley. He spotted someone making out. He continued to walk. Looked like someone was getting lucky tonight.

"GET OFF OF ME!"

He stopped short. He knew the voice. That was Ruby. All of the blood drained from his face, and he ran back to the alley. He realized that Ruby wasn't there voluntarily. "Hey!" Matt shouted at the dark figure. The figure looked over his shoulder, seeing Matt. "Get off of her!"

The assailant threw Ruby to the side. She began to scramble away from him. But he no longer paid attention to the girl. He lifted a solid metal pipe off of the ground, and Matt knew he was in trouble.

The attacker came at him, swinging the pipe at Matt's head. Quickly he dodged, looking for a weapon of his own.

A piece of solid wood became his shield, and he held it up to prevent his skull from being cracked open. The wood wouldn't hold up for long though, because he already heard it cracking as the pipe came around a second time.

Matt tossed the wood at the attacker, hoping to buy himself and Ruby time. "Matt!" He glanced backwards. Ruby had made it onto the street, and she was staring at the two fighters.

"Get help!" He called back. He spotted another piece of piping on the ground, and lunged for it. A whistling sound made him spin onto his back, and he held up the pipe to block the blow.

I lifted my feet to my chest and kicked outwards, throwing the Queen's guardsman off of me. I came to my feet and raised my sword in front of me with both hands.

Mathew blinked, unsure of what had just happened. He was standing, and Ruby's attacker was making his way back to his feet. How did that happen?

Matt couldn't focus on that, because the pipe was coming at him again- I blocked the sword with my own. The pipe's made solid contact. Matt's arms were ringing from the stress, but there was something familiar about the weight in his hands.

I stepped back, allowing the guard to come at me again. I deflected the sword, creating an opening. I lunged forward, thrusting at his chest

Matt's pipe made solid contact into the chest of the assailant. He was forced back off his feet and landed on the ground. What was going on? Mathew stared at the pipe in his hand. He saw the pipe, but he also saw the image of a sword resting in his hand.

The next thing he was aware of was a grey pipe coming at his head. He couldn't get the sword-pipe up in time to block, and there was a loud crack when it made impact.

He dropped to the ground. His vision was mixed with the alleyway, and then a forest. He reached for the pipe with his left hand, but a boot came down and crushed his arm. He shouted in pain. Mathew's head throbbed with his pulse.

The assailant kicked his side, throwing him against the alley wall. I grabbed the boot and twisted, throwing the guardsman off his feet. I reached for the knife on my belt-

The floored assailant yanked Matt's switchblade from his hands. Quickly the attacker flipped out the knife, then made a mad attempt to stab at him. Mathew held up his right arm, unable to move his left. The blade cut into his forearm, and he felt his vision blur further.

"Drop the weapon!" A voice shouted. The assailant froze, dropping the knife. He then began to run away from Matt's body. A gun went off, but Mathew couldn't focus on the sound. It just seemed to echo over and over again.

"Matt-" Someone was standing over him. "Matt, hold on. Stay awake"

Slowly, the young man closed his eyes, unable to take the pain any longer.


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