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"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean," Roach leaned down and gripped my throat, "That you will scream, in pain. And no one – no one, will be able to hear you as I make the tough Ghost cry." Roach smirked as he raised me to my feet and tightened his grip.

Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on breathing, anything. But I knew that I was running out of air, so I did the only thing I tried to avoid. As I raised my fist to knock him off me, Roach grabbed my hand, taking the advantage I kneed him between the legs and swiftly knocked him in the face. His head bounced on the tile as he went unconscious.

Breathing in deep quick breaths, I stared at my unconscious friend. "Sorry mate," I muttered.

Suddenly, his brown eyes snapped open and he gave a dark chuckle as he rose to his feet. "You know what they did to me while I was captured? They tough me to fight!" And with that he lunged at me, taking me to the ground. His knees held down my arms and torso, as his fists swung repeatedly at my face – knocking it side to side. Then the raining punches stopped. I looked up; Roach smirk was morphing into an evil smile. "Oh, I have the perfect idea for you," He growled darkly.

I spit out the blood that washed into my mouth, "What?"

"You'll see," Roach said as his fingers ran through my hair.

Growling, I kicked him in the back and he was sent flying into the sink, his face made an unnatural crack. Rolling over I quickly got to my feet and stood in my defense position.

Roach was on his hands and knees shaking his head heavily. "Ow," Roach muttered. Slowly bringing up his hand, Roach pulled himself up by the side of the sink and looked into the mirror. The right side of his face was covered in crimson, coving his ear and sticking his hair together. But something caught my eyes, Roach's eyes flashed – green to brown-green to brown. Roach shook his head again as his chin rested heavily on his chest. A demon like growl escaped his throat, "Not now," he muttered.

With caution, I slowly dropped my position and crept over to Roach. "Roach?"
Roach swiftly faced me, green eyes full of wonder, "Ghost?" Roach's hand shot up to his head, "Ow." He gripped his right side, making his hand turn red with blood that slowly tainted the air with the faint smell of metal. Roach looked back in the mirror, "God. What happened to me?"

"Roach?" His eyes snapped back on me. I heaved a sigh of relief, "You alright?"

He blinked, "Ghost? What – Where am I? What the hell happened to me?"

Before I could get out a word, Roach lashed at his head, suddenly trying to pry out his hair. Roach let out an ear piercing scream, as if being tortured. He then collapsed on his knees, all his limbs shaking unnaturally.

I found myself staring blankly at the scene in front of me.

Then as if it never happened, Roach stopped, limbs strong, breathing steady, hell even his mouth was in an upright smirk.

He stood up, dusted himself off and straightened his jacket. "Well he's getting stronger," Roach muttered.

Staring into my friends eyes, I noticed they had changed back, "Shite…"

Without any response, Roach threw himself at me, trying to knock me in the face with his right fist; I ducked and sent a blow into his stomach. Roach stumbled backwards but didn't seem to be effected by the blow at all. "Come now Simons, you hit like a girl."

Scoffing, I hissed at Roach, "Roach haven't you learned. No matter how many times we fight, I will always win. It's in the rule book, mate."

"Well I guess we'll have to change that." Roach swung with his left, but I quickly grabbed his fist, then I turned his arm so his back was resting on my chest. As I chuckled, Roach growled and sent his head flying back into my nose. I stumbled backwards, hand quickly shooting up to my nose. There was blood, but not enough. I stared back at Roach who was coming at me. He swung with his right, as I blocked, he swung with his left hitting me in the face and I was send into the wall. I slowly shook my head of the light daze and mentally moved to the side avoiding Roaches fists. As I stumbled back into a defense position, Roach lashed at me with his foot. But I quickly caught it and turned it so he spun his way to the ground. Groaning, Roach placed his hands on the tile ground and coughed, "Ow, again…" His eyes locked with mine and as if in a trance I didn't dodge the oncoming foot that knocked my feet out from under me. As my head made contact with the ground, I didn't feel the pain that was supposed to be running down my spine and pounding at my head. I Groaned and shut my eyes, trying to block out the dark spots that littered my vision.

Once gaining control of my breathing, I blinked open heavily…only to be greeted by Roach holding a painting. Before I could make a move, Roach swung down and hit the painting to my face. I could feel the glass shatter upon impact, and before my head made contact to the ground – I slipped into unconsciousness.

I looked at Ghost who lay unconscious on the ground, a pool of blood forming around his head. Slowly walking forward, I kneeled down to check for a pulse. I felt a steady strong beat, "Damn," I hissed. Standing up I looked back in the mirror and gazed at my reflection. My face looked odd to me, it wasn't the big gash that played with the side of my head, nor was it the blood and small forming bruises that littered the side and front of my face. It was my eyes, oddly enough. There was something wrong with them, the color…it was all wrong. The color seemed to ripple from brown – to a touch of green then back to brown. Something was wrong, but I didn't have time to think about that, I needed to clean myself up and clean the bastard that lay at my feet.

Grabbing paper towels I slowly and carefully cleaned out my gash and wiped away the blood that splattered my face.

Sighing, I looked at Ghost and grabbed a few paper towels trying to make it more painful with each wipe.

Now that we were somewhat clean I straightened my jacket, ran my fingers through my hair and cleared my throat. "Come on Simons, time to leave." And with that I grabbed him and hoisted his arm around my shoulders and made my way to the door. Opening it I was greeted with a man glaring daggers.

"What the hell man!" He snapped, "I've been waiting for ever!"

Rolling my eyes I pushed him aside and went to find MacTavish.

Behind me I heard the man cry, "What happened in here? It looks like a war took place!"

Upon seeing him I smiled and sifted Ghost weight, "Sir."

"Oi, what's up mate?"

"Uh, Ghost had too much too drunk. You think I can take him home?"

The Captain studied Ghost, and then shook his head, "I'll come for him tomorrow morning."

"Thanks, sir."

And with that, I was out the door in a flash taking Simons Riley home to make him pay. And what better way to make him pay then to bring him back to the place where it all started.

This chapter…was really tough. I didn't like my first fight scene that I wrote…or the next, or the next, or the next. So I just stopped erasing the previous fight scene and stuck with the one that is up there. But anyway, here's that chapter that I said I had typed up, but then I didn't cause I didn't like it so ya. :)

OH QUESTION! When do you think FanFiction will put up Frost as one of the people we can write about? Cause I already have a story bubbling in my mind about him. Do you think I should post it even though Frost isn't in the Character area? It would really help if you think I should or shouldn't.

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