Chapter 1

Blood was everywhere. I could feel it in my hair and on my clothes, soaking in as if invisible hands were trying to tear at me, capture my soul. The blood kept flowing from no where in particular but in this small a space it didn't matter. I knew I was in a coffin and that scared me even more, although somehow seemed familiar. The blood seemed to make all speech impossible and panic started to set in. I could hear tearing and laughter outside the coffin. They thought this was funny, they wanted to play. Who would do something like this? Take pleasure in pain? I screamed as loud as I could, sounding hysterical, when I stood straight up in bed with the scream still lodged in my throat.

I was breathing loudly; sweat covered the bed sheets id managed to kick off sometime during the night. I sighed and settled back on my headboard. This had been happening a couple times a month ever since I was a kid. Doctors say its just stress but that just didn't seem to fit. The fear and terror that emanated from the dreams were much more then just simple stress. As I steadied my breathing and got my heart rate under control, I got out of bed. I needed to take a shower. I wasn't going to be going back to sleep any time soon. I can never sleep after these dreams. I've never understood why I had these dreams but they always seem familiar. Not in the, I've already had this dream kind of way but in the, this is bound to happen one of these days kind of things.

I got up out of bed and headed to my dresser for some clothes. I needed a little something to cheer me up so I right away went for my favorite dark wash denim jeans and very hot low cut red tank top. I needed all the cheering up I could get. On my way to the bathroom I glanced at the clock. 4:30 in the morning. Arrgh. I turned away fast not wanting to think about all the time I could be spending in bed. As I entered the bathroom I did my little ritual of setting all my clothed and products I was going to use in a neat row. I tended to be a little anal about organization. It's a weird compulsion to have everything controlled. Yeah messed up but what can I say I'm a little messed up.

As I hopped into the shower I made sure to completely wipe out any thought from my mind. I just wanted to be free of everything. Not to think about the dreams and my life, to just be. That's when I heard my cell phone. 'Who the hell is calling at 4:30 in the morning?' I thought as I hurriedly wrapped a towel around me and ran to my bedside table. I picked up the phone quickly and without looking at caller ID answered.

"Hello?"

"B…..B…...B are you there…..B"

"Matt is that you? What's wrong? What happened?" I asked already putting my clothes on.

"Becky he found out. He knows it's me and he sent some crack head punks to kill me. B I got away but they know who I am I have to get the hell out of here," Matt stated and hung up.

"Matt, wait where are you? MATT!! Damn it!" yelled Becky into the phone. "Goddamn it all the hell!!"

You see Becky's a cop. Well technically a profiler, but lately she's been taking on a more hands on role. Her assignment mentor or "partner" was Matt. He'd been teaching her the ropes, taking her out on patrol, the basic stuff. Recently he'd been assigned to a basic drug dealing case. Prostitute buys drugs, prostitute dies, and cops look for pusher. Well as time went on and Matt started asking questions, things started getting a little complicated. It seems the drugs were a mix purposefully concocted to kill someone. The case all of a sudden became much more complicated. Matt takes his job very seriously and wanted to get to the bottom of things. I hadn't heard from him in three days. I hadn't really bothered be though because it's happened sometimes where Matt has been caught up in something but he'd always find a way to call and some point and fill me in. I was like his safeguard. If something happened to him I could relay things. It always kind of upset me that I could never follow him. Yes it's dangerous but I'm not helpless. Actually I made it a priority to not be helpless.

You see when I was around 10 I woke up in a hospital without any recollection of any of my life before that day. The doctors said I'd been in a coma for 3 months. They didn't think I'd make it. I had severe internal bleeding but was healing fairly quickly. I'd got to see so many doctors, therapists, and even hypno-therapists but nothing helped. I couldn't remember who I was or what had happened to me. With help I found some basic information about myself but weirdly not much was available. I never understood this but I figured I was only 10 and people shouldn't have much on me anyways. My past never seemed to catch up to the present. I had no parents they'd died by the age of 2 and id been living from one house to the next until for a while it seemed as if I didn't exist. This whole complication has never been a problem. I was adopted by one of the nurses who worked at the hospital at the time I was admitted and have lived a fairly normal life ever since.

Having Matt call and hang up like that made me really nervous. I hated not knowing what was going on. Really worried now, I continued to get dressed but a little slower now. No use over reacting seeing as when Matt is safe he'll call me. I made my way down to the kitchen and make myself breakfast. I never usually ate breakfast but I was worried and needed something to do so breakfast it was.

Halfway through making my eggs and bacon the phone rang. I grabbed the phone off the wall while balancing the cooking pan and answered "Yeah?"

"Becky, this is sergeant Andrews, we need you to come in ASAP."

"Yes sir. What's going on?"

"It's a missing person's case."

"I'll be there soon" I responded and hung up sighing while looking down at my food. 'Looks like I wont be eating now' I thought as I made sure to throw everything out and shut off the stove.

I ran back to my room and put on a little more appropriate clothing before picking up my cell phone and running out the door never noticing that there was a car about four cars down with two men keeping an eye on me and my home.

So I updated this chapter. Im going to try and get the second chapter done today although I've another idea of a story running through my head so I might end up starting a nw story at the same time.

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