Wendy Christensen raised her head heavily and winced when she tried to move her leg. It was broken. Wendy looked around and had to hold back a sob. Her two new college friend's mangled bodies along with others were strewn around her. She looked away dejectedly. Suddenly, she turned her head at the sound of an incoming subway train. It was coming straight at her with no plans of stopping. A bloodcurdling scream escaped from Wendy's lips seconds before the train smashed into her.

*** Wendy shot up from her bed and she wiped her sweaty forehead. Another nightmare. She looked to her side and saw that Kevin was still deeply asleep. She quietly stepped out of bed and grabbed a sweater from the coat rack and wrapped it around herself. She slipped into a pair of worn out but comfortable sneakers on the way out of her room, dropped her cell phone in her pocket, and closed the door silently. On the way out she peeped inside Jason's room. He was lying peacefully in his crib. Wendy smiled softly and left the house. The cool brisk air of the humble town of McKinley hit her as soon as she left. The black sky above glimmered when Wendy neared the cemetery which was only two minutes away from her apartment. As freaky as it was, the cemetery was the one place she felt calm and safe especially at night. She knew people found this creepy and she did herself but if it calmed her down after one of her nightmares she didn't care. The gate to the cemetery was locked. Naturally.

Wendy crouched down beside the gate and pulled up the hood of her sweater. When she was sure that she was covered well enough, she astral projected inside. Astral Wendy looked over the gate at the real Wendy, satisfied that no one would see her there. She was wrong.

Astral Wendy stuck her hands in her pockets and began trotting down the grassy lanes towards Jason's grave. When he was alive, Jason was laid-back and could always get her control-freak tendencies to subside for a while and he'd calm her down instantly. In death he had the same effect which is why she always visited his grave. She also visited everyone else's graves but not as much as Jason's. Wendy sat down in front of the plaque and did the one thing she always hated doing when she came here; she began thinking about Jason.

Obviously when you go to someone's grave it's because you miss them and want to think about the good times you shared. But with Jason, thinking about him just brought in a rush of guilt and frustration. It made her think about stuff that she liked to keep buried deep inside. What if Jason had been in Kevin's place and he had lived? If they were both alive would she still have chosen Kevin? Did she really love Kevin more than Jason or had she just been on the rebound? All those questions haunted her constantly on her weekly visits to his grave. She never bothered to try and answer them but they were still there bouncing around in her head.

Wendy put her head down and breathed slowly, the air brushing through her hair. Suddenly, the air brushed past her coldly. It sent a recognizable chill down her side and she gasped. Was it back? Was Death back? She jumped to her feet and darted her eyes in all directions. The wind swept through the trees and it seemed to moan menacingly. Wendy backed away from Jason's grave quickly and stumbled on a tombstone. Disgusted she staggered away still looking at her surroundings in paranoia.

All of a sudden, she heard a thumping sound near the gate and she rushed over just in time to see a burly man with a wool mask knocking the real Wendy out with the butt of the gun. She really didn't need any help being knocked out but the real Wendy stumbled to the floor, lifelessly. The man yanked her hood off and began dragging her away. Astral Wendy dashed to the gate and pushed it roughly open. The gate creaked loudly, causing the masked man to look over. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Astral Wendy but he instantly caught his cool and shot the gun at her. Wendy dodged the bullets and fell against a tree. She managed to grab her cell phone from her pocket but didn't get a chance to dial it as she dodged another attack. Her elbows smacked hardly against the number 'one' on her cell just as the man walked over. He had abandoned the real Wendy on the ground behind them and was now advancing on astral Wendy. The masked man stepped on her cell phone, crunching it, as someone on the other line received her call.

"Bye bitch." The hoarse voice mocked.

Wendy projected back to her body just as the man pulled the trigger. However, since Wendy had been knocked out by the gun she was now uselessly lying on the ground. The masked killer was stunned at Wendy's disappearance and he searched the area with his eyes, confused. He shook his head and turned his attention back to Wendy's body. Underneath the mask, Creightonne Black grinned maniacally.

"Police, drop your weapon!" A rough voice demanded from behind him.

Creightonne spun around to see Kevin Fischer, gun in hand and blue eyes blazing.

"Drop your weapon!" he repeated.

Creightonne began to put the weapon down but stopped, sprang to the side, and shot at Kevin. Kevin dodged the bullet but it still grazed him on the arm. Kevin began shooting at Creightonne who ran away, stopping to angrily kick Wendy's body. Kevin painfully stood up and followed Creightonne, shooting until he was lost from sight. He then hurried over to Wendy's side and shook her gently. "Wen, Wendy are you ok?" he cried.

Wendy's eyes flickered open at the sound of her husband's voice. "I'm fine." She coughed. "How did you know I was here?"

"You called me and the phone went dead. I figured something was wrong and I came over here because this is where you always come in the middle of the night." He answered, putting an arm around her waist and helping her up.

Wendy realized that he was number 'one' on her speed dial and she laughed weakly with relief. "Thank god you came. Is your arm ok?"

"Eh just a little bleeding, no big deal. But we have to get you to the hospital."

"No way. I work there I don't want any more of the place. I've got the things to treat this at home let's just go there."

"I'm still calling a doctor."

"What doctor makes house calls let alone in the middle of the night?"

"No one…but I'm calling Dr. Springer in the morning."

"Ugh he's going to think I'm a total klutz."

"You were knocked out by a raving lunatic with a gun. I don't think that counts as clumsy just unlucky."

Wendy sighed. "Fine."

They arrived to their apartment building and Kevin unlocked the door, led Wendy to the bed, and grabbed the First-Aid kit from the medicine cabinet. He handed it to Wendy who ordered him to sit down and pull up his sleeve. While she tended to his wound she asked, "Any idea who that guy was?"

"He was masked so no, but there aren't that many crazy gunmen in McKinley so I'm sure he's on our radar. I'll check up on it tomorrow at the station. Are you sure you're ok?"

Wendy nodded as she injected Kevin on the arm with a numbing medicine. "Kevin I'm ok, now hold still."

Kevin grinned. "Wow once a control freak always a control freak." He joked.

Wendy was now stitching his wound when she glared at him. "Funny."

She finished stitching his wound and pulled down his sleeve. "You're good to go." She told him.

"What about you?"

"I only need some aspirin and a warm towel for my head that's all."

"So that huge cut on your forehead is fine?"

"Oh that. Just disinfect it for me please and wrap it up."

Kevin took an antiseptic wipe from the kit and dabbed at Wendy's forehead. She winced and closed her eyes until she felt the stinging sensation stop and a cloth was wrapped on top of her cut. "Get some rest while I get that aspirin and towel for you. I also have to call in this attack, Ryan should be up." He said, referring to Ryan Magnin, one of Kevin's co-workers at the police station. Wendy nodded and closed her eyes obediently. But the wary cold feeling of danger didn't leave her all night.

Author's Note: There's the start for you! The next chapter will hopefully have all the new and old characters in it so more drama and twists should be expected. Jason Stevens the convict will be a continuing story line in this story and will probably be the cause of the deaths that I have planned. Thanks for reading and please review!