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I decided I wasn't completely satisfied with this first chapter so I did a little editing. enjoy

Chapter 1-Nightmares and Coffee

FIRE! THERE'S FIRE ALL AROUND ME! I'M GOING TO DIE!! NO!! PLEASE NO!! STOP THIS! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!

My eyes shot open only to see the ceiling above my bed, grey in the dim light coming from beneath the bedroom door. I sat upright, taking in a shaky breath and trying to tell myself that it was nothing: it was only a dream which has no power over me. The cold sweat which covered me along with my pounding heart begged to differ. How many nights of sleep have been disrupted because of that dream, that nightmare, that…… horrific memory. Too many, and it is always the same: the fire, the screams –my screams- and that laughter which I cannot escape no matter how hard I try. And then there is that one sentence, that one line of mistranslated scripture: Thou shall not suffer a witch to live.

I'm just thankful this particular nightmare doesn't plague me as often as it used to: just after the……….incident I would wake up screaming every night, but that was several years ago and……. -BAH! Okay that's it. I'm ending this severely unpleasant train of thought now!-

sigh -I guess seeing as there is absolutely no chance of me getting back to sleep now I might as well get up and go find a cup of coffee; it'll make me feel better and there is always fresh coffee somewhere in this rabbit warren, it just sometimes takes a little determination and effort to find-. Where you have people up at all hours of the night you have coffee; then again, it's probably more accurate to say that where you have conscious people in just about any type of workplace you have coffee.

I sat there for another moment or so deciding where to try for coffee first before swinging my feet over the edge of the bed and standing up. -Right, now should I bother getting dressed? Nah, slippers and robe over my p.j.'s will do, I need coffee and it's not like anyone will really care at this time of night-. I found my slippers and bathrobe, put them on and then head towards the door; I paused only to grab my card-key, ID-badge and a small pocket sized handgun before exiting the room to search for my precious coffee.

I only had to wander around for about ten minutes until I came upon one of this sector's guard stations. Only two men were inside and I knew both of them from previous nightmare induced coffee hunts. One looked up from the monitors and saw me in the doorway. "Hey Shaw, coffee hunting?"

I gave a halfhearted smile, "Yeah." The guard got up and fixed me a cup as I came in and sat down in one of the spare chairs. While the first got me coffee the guard number two glanced at me, taking in my attire and the dark circles beneath my eyes. "Can't sleep?" Guard number one handed me my coffee and I took a sip. –Oh thank you GOD! Fresh coffee!-

"No, can't sleep"

I suppose an introduction and a little bit of explanation are in order. I am a part of a secret U.S. military organization which deals with major threats to our nation's security. What makes us different from the rest of the military is the fact that what we deal with aren't your garden variety terrorists and homegrown psychopaths trying to bring chaos and destruction: that's the FBI and CIA's bit. No, our job is to protect the country from less……mundane threats. It is our job to deal with the things that go bump in the night. You know, all those monsters under your bed and in your closet? The ones your parents told you weren't real? That they told you were just your imagination? Well, hate to break it to you but they are very real; they just don't live under your bed. Mostly.

As for me, my name is Keaira Shaw and, officially, I don't exist.

This is my first fan-fic so I would appreciate any input you can give me, and please someone review this time