A/n: Geezer! You guys were like, drilling me to put up another chapter! You guys are awful, making me write… by the way, this chapter is made for whoever it was that requested Macbeth come in…

Chapter 10:

Paris: Someone New

Adam and Othello's stare seemed to last forever until finally Othello spoke quietly, "Then let us fight then," he unsheathed his sword slowly as Adam followed his gesture.

"On the count of three then," Adam whispered, "One… two… thr-" Adam's countdown was cut off when a thick Scottish accent was heard from behind Othello. Adam swung around and pointed his sword at the source of the voice.

"Are you really going to kill anyone, Adam?" the man said with a quiet laugh, making sure that the men on the other side of the wall couldn't hear them. Adam lowered his sword now that he was able to see who was there.

"My old dear friend," Othello said taking the man in a warm embrace, "Macbeth, I have dearly missed you."

"You weren't seriously picking a fight without me, were you?" Macbeth responded with another wide smile. He too, pulled out his rapier and lay his back against the wall ready to seize upon the unsuspecting men around the corner.

Emma again tried to push herself up and this time succeeded. She sat upon her knees and then stood facing Gregory, "I wouldn't tell you where they were if my life depended on it!" She glared at him for a moment but her look was transferred when a clatter arose outside the door.

The sounds of metals clashing and the undeniable sounds of blows to a person were heard outside the door. Both the people in the room stared at the door until a body was trust against it, making it shudder on its hinges.

Gregory tore his sword from his side and kicked open the door. Steven and, who Emma assumed was Erik, were fighting Othello, Adam and someone else she had never seen before. Gregory pushed into the calamity with ease, thrusting and swinging his sword so smoothly that Emma thought it looked almost like a dance.

Coming back to her senses, Emma rushed to a small desk where she saw a long thin dagger laying. She cut her hands free and whipped the little spot of blood from her nose and picked up the dagger.

She cautiously made her way to the door; the fight was just beyond that threshold. Emma tightened her grip on the dagger. It was all she had against the artful swaying and clanking of swords. Her dagger and pathetic skills would be no use against their abilities. Still, she pushed her way into the crowd thrusting at every sound she heard.

Almost suddenly Emma felt a sharp pain in her side. She looked down, red, oozing red from the source of the pain. All the sounds began to blend to silence, her vision blurred and everything went murky just after she felt someone grab her and drag her away from the commotion.

A loud bell rang in her ears, it sounded both familiar and annoying… where else could she be than school? She sat up slowly, blinking her eyes trying to make everything, including her thoughts clear. She was where she had been before this crazy dream (The ISS room).

Dream? Yes, It was all a dream, Emma thought to herself while pushing her books slowly together in a neat stack. All a dream she thought again while trying to stand. A sharp pain in her side stopped her from standing entirely straight.

She dropped her books and winched in pain while grabbing her side. The teacher who worked in the ISS room stood looking somewhat worried, "Emma? Emma, are you okay? Emma?" Her voice began to sway along with Emma's vision. The repetition of her name in the swirling room didn't make her churning stomach stop in its movements.

"Emma do you need the nurse? Emma?" The woman recited again. Emma moved her head; even though through all the confusion she wasn't sure which way she moved it. Her balance began to give out and she fell forward into the teacher's arms. The teacher slowly laid her on the ground and looked down at her, again, vision gave into the black dream.

"Someone call the nurse!" Emma could hear the frantic cries of the teacher, but there was no image to match with the echoing voice. The echo grew more and more dry before completely merging with the silence.

A/n: Sorry if it seems a little…well, crappy, I'm tired and I'm not so good at describing fight scenes. Please Review!