Chapter 1: A Bad Dream

"There's something else. Something no one else knows about you." The words cut into her mind out of now where. She whirled around and saw the psychic, Samuel Kraft standing, looking expectantly at her. What was she supposed to say? Tell him what she thought he knew? What?

She heard someone calling her name. Adam? No he wasn't here. He couldn't be. Could he? She turned back around and found herself facing Gabriel Williams. He had a gun and it was pointed right at her face. She was literally staring down the barrel of a Glock-22. Shit. It was her gun.

"Megan!" Adam. It was Adam. Why was he here?

As though Gabriel could read her thoughts, he said, "I thought you might like some company while you suffer. Your lover can watch you die a very painful death."

With out even realizing she was speaking, Megan yelled, "No!" Why was she saying that? Nothing was making any sense. What the hell was going on?

"Megan don't listen to him!"

Gabriel looked at Adam who was tied to a pole in the center of a large room. Megan quickly scanned it for possible escape routes. There wasn't any. Not unless you count the single door. The room had four cement walls. Just one door? No windows? This is going to be fun. Megan thought bitterly. She wasn't about to let Gabriel ruin everything she had worked so hard for. He wasn't going to kill her and he sure as hell wasn't going to kill her husband. She glanced over at Adam, but it wasn't Adam.

It was Don.

Gabriel suddenly turned the gun on him. Megan yelled for Don. Nothing would come out of her mouth. She tried to scream again. Nothing. Gabriel pulled the trigger and time just slowed. Megan could see the bullet flying through the air. Right at Don's head.

"DON!"

"Megan! Megan!"

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Don's POV

"DON!" I looked up at the hospital bed where Megan had been silently sleeping just a minute ago. She had just practically screamed my name. It really scared me.

I jumped up and went to the bed side. "Megan! Megan!" she started thrashing about the bed. If I didn't stop her soon she would get hurt more then she already was. "Megan! Wake up!" I gently took hold of her hand.

She opened her eyes and looked around the room frantically, as if searching for someone or something. "Don. Where's Don?" She sounded scared. Really scared.

"I'm right here. Megan, I'm right here." She became aware that I was indeed standing right beside her and she calmed down a bit. She tightened her grip on my hand as if she was afraid to let go. I knelt down so I could look Megan in the eyes. The fear that showed in them made me sad. I hated seeing my friend like this.

"Don, don't let go okay? Don't let go." She pleaded.

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"I promise, Megan." Almost immediately after I spoke Megan fell asleep. Without letting go of her hand, I pulled up the chair I had been sitting in before right to the bedside. I kept my promise and within a few minutes, I too was asleep, with Megan's death grip on my hand, even in sleep.

I know this wasa very short first chapter but I wrote this at like three in the morning and couldn't think of anything more to add so I went a head and posted it. It will kind of go along with my Rebel Agents story if any of you want to read it. This one could probably stand alone, depending on where it goes from here. Please R&R!