Stephen tapped his foot against the floor. This was not okay. This wasn't. Nightmare had just been waiting for this opportunity. The moment he had gone,he had the world in his jaws. How could he be such an idiot? How in the name of Hippocrates could he be so careless. He felt like tearing his hair out. No solution seemed forthcoming. They were trying their best not to sleep but how long could a person go without sleep?

Hamlet was continuously dozing off and Horatio had taken to shaking him continuously as he read his book. There were no proper descriptions on Nightmare apart from what he had mentioned previously. Ophelia was yawning and Sherlock and John looked like they did this everyday(which probably they did,with all the late night cases).

As Horatio was growing more concentrated in his book his grip on Hamlet lessened. Suddenly, there was a blast and all shot up straight. Stephen went up to the window. He could make out a red cloud. The building shook with the force of the next blast and a female clad in a red stood in front of them.

Immediately shields appeared around Stephen's hands, Ophelia took out a dagger, Hamlet and Horatio took swords and Sherlock and John took their guns. As the mist cleared,they got a shock.

Wanda Maximoff aka Scarlet Witch was standing in front of them.

"Wanda?" Stephen seemed bewildered.

The medieval trio were incredibly confused while Sherlock and John looked alarmed. Sherlock knowing what would happen before it did yelled,"Duck." As soon as they ducked a red wave passed over them.

Stephen looked incredulous even as he conjured protective shields around them.

Wanda's eyes were glowing black. She had been possessed by Nightmare.

The shields around then collapsed as she made a gesture with her hands. She then shot out her right hand before they could react and Hamlet screamed from behind them. On impulse the others turned only to find his eyes glowing black too. Crap.

He swung his sword upwards effectively slicing Horatio's books in half. Stephen ducked from his next slash which ripped off Sherlock's scarf. He conjured the shields again. John managed to get behind the friendly neighborhood Prince of Denmark and kicked him in the shins causing him to trip but not lose grip of his sword.

He turned back,his attention on John. John ducked from this slashes but would eventually be pushed up against the wall. Horatio and Ophelia couldn't believe their eyes. Ophelia turned to Wanda,"What hast thou done to Hamlet?"

Wanda chuckled. She sounded creepy.

Stephen yelled,"Its of no use talking to her or him. They have gotten possessed by Nightmare. I had warned you all."

Horatio turned back to the possessed Hamlet who was trying his best to kill John. John could not shoot him because he knew that he was not doing it of his own free will.

"Hamlet do you remember us? We are your friends. See Horatio and Ophelia is there. Look."

If anything,this enraged him more though as John observed(Sherlock should praise him) Hamlet's strikes looked desperate than malicious. He looked as if he was fighting for his life.

He faintly hear him mutter,"Get out of my sights,you foul creature. Where hast thou taken me to?" Then his eyes widened as if horrified and he started slashing more vigorously. This confirmed his suspicions more.

"He is seeing an illusion. He is seeing us as his enemies." John screamed as Stephen looked grim.

"What are we supposed to do now?" Horatio looked on the verge of tearing his hair out.

Stephen and Sherlock exchanged a look,before Stephen breathed out,"We allow ourselves to get possessed."

Resourceful.

A/N For the image let's just imagine that her eyes are glowing black instead of red.