It was late in the night. The sky was dark and gloomy. Thunder banged loudly and lightning flashed in the sky, as the rain poured down heavily. The lightning struck down, hitting the ground. Fire emerged and smoke surrounded the grassy field. There was a bright blue flash. Once the blue light cleared, a dark shadow was seen in the smoke. Someone was laughing darkly in the mist of the storm.

"I'll find you three and hunt you down until you're all dead, just like the rest!" Through the smoke two red dots were barely visible. The dark laughter began to die down as the storm continued.

In a small dark hotel room, all the lights were off. The only light was the flashes of lightning seen through the window. In the room there were two beds; one of the beds was vacant, unmade. In the other bed the person appeared to be tossing and turning, making soft moans and cries. Whoever was in the bed appeared to be having some sort of nightmare.

"No…..Please…….No…….Don't hurt him…" she cried.

Thunder banged loudly, almost making the small room shake.

"NO!!" She quickly sat up in bed, breathing heavily and her heart racing rapidly. Her identity was hidden by the darkness.

"Are you okay?" asked a voice.

The woman turned her head and saw a young man, about eighteen or maybe older, standing by the bathroom door hidden in the shadows. She took a deep breath, nodded her head and pulled the sheets away. "Yeah. It was just another dream," she answered, wiping her eyes dry from the tears.

The young man was silent for a moment, feeling the pain and sadness in her voice. "I know what you mean. I couldn't get to sleep either, been up watching the storm…" he answered, staring over at the window.

The woman turned her head towards the window, seeing how heavily it was raining out. She also saw another man with his back towards them standing out in the rain. "How long has he been out there?"

There was a short pause. "For a while, he was out there when I woke up. I don't think he sleeps anymore," he answered softly.

The woman sighed. "None of us do..." she said softly as she continued to look out the window watching as the rain poured down on their friend.

Outside of the motel room the young man appeared to be in his late twenties, perhaps early thirties, his clothes soaking wet due to the storm. His short brown hair was drenched from the rain and was dripping down his face. Every breath he took could be seen due to the heat. He ran his hand over his wet hair and sighed deeply. The thunder was still rumbling and was beginning to draw away from the area they were in. Suddenly he heard something. He turned his head slightly, but saw nothing. He continued to stare at where the noise came from. He could hear the softness of footsteps heading towards him. The sound seemed familiar to him, as each step he heard pounded off in his heart. His heart beat fast, as fear rushed through him. His breathing began to grow deeper as the footsteps came closer. Through the dusk of the night, he was able to make out a form. His eyes lit up, like he had seen a ghost. "Oh no. He found us."

The motel room door burst open at the flash of lightning and bang of thunder. The two that had already been in the room jumped, startled. The man quickly closed the door behind him and locked it shut. "Get down!" he ordered them.

The two quickly ducked down as he had ordered. He stared at the two forms barley visible in the dark shadows. He pressed his finger to his mouth letting them know to be quiet. The man stayed in front of the door, his form firm and stiff, making sure no part of his body could be seen, as they waited for the next few moments.

The footsteps were louder now. The man gulped in and then bit his lip hard to stop himself from yelling out. The footsteps stopped. He could sense that they had stopped right at the door. He looked down at the door handle and saw it begin to turn, but it never opened. The footsteps started again.

Inside, the young woman and other young man were leaning against the wall near the bathroom. They could see the window, but they could not be seen. Both of them remained silent, until they saw the red gleaming eyes in the window. The woman started to shriek until the young man pressed his hand over her mouth and looked at her sternly. The woman gulped and nodded her head. The eyes seemed to remain there for what seemed like forever staring into the room. And then the footsteps started again and the red eyes went away. The two gave a sigh of relief.

The man then stepped away from the door a little and gave a sigh of relief as well. He was gone………BOOM. The motel room door flew open, falling on the man who had been standing in front of it.

"I knew I'd find you," laughed the shining silver and golden figure with red eyes.

The woman and young man yelled and cried out for their friend who was lying on the ground with the door on top of him. They quickly got up and went into fighting stances even though they were very much afraid.

"Haven't you learned anything? I always win. Your friends were not able to stop me, and I will kill the three of you, just like I did them and every other human. Once I've done that I'll find a way to bring my friends here and do the same to everyone here. What do you think about that?" he laughed.

"Over my dead body!" The young man pushed the door off and in doing so knocked down their hunter. He turned towards his friends. "RUN!" he yelled.

The two quickly ran around them and ran outside in the rain and never looked back. The man then drew a small blaster from his belt and began shooting at the hunter as he made his way out to join his friends.

"I will find you again! And next time none of you will be so lucky!" he yelled as he stood up pushing the door away.

The thunder banged loudly. "NOOOO!" cried Jen, sitting up in bed. She was breathing heavily.

"Jen?" Wes sat up in bed.

"Oh, Wes. I just had the worst nightmare. I dreamed that Sy-Kee killed you," she cried, wrapping her arms around him.

Wes put his arms around her, holding her close to him. "It's okay. It was just a dream." He kissed her softly on the cheek.

Jen seemed to settle in his arms letting him take care of her. "It felt so real…"

"I'm sure it was nothing. You're not worried about me starting back on full duty are you?" he asked, looking into her eyes. For the past six weeks he had been recovering from injuries that he had received during a mission, and his previous close call when he was shot three times during a stakeout he and Jen had been on.

Jen would not be going back on active duty until after the baby was born. In their line of work it would be far too dangerous. So, for now, Jen was assigned to paperwork and then instructional workouts.

"Maybe, I don't know," she answered softly. She really didn't know what had started the nightmare.

"If it will make you feel better, I'll take a few more days off."

Jen shook her head, knowing Wes had been going crazy ever since his father took him off active duty, and had been counting the days until he could start back. She smiled, knowing he would sacrifice anything for her. But... if that wasn't what was bothering her there was no point in his doing so. "No. It's fine. It's probably just the storm. I'm sure it's nothing."

Wes looked at her and smiled back. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Positive."

"Alright…." He yawned heavily. "How bout we try to get back to sleep. I'm sure Eric will want to whip me back into shape tomorrow."

They lay back down. Wes put his arms around Jen.

"Night, Wes."

"Night, Jen. I love you..."

"I love you too," she said as they began to drift back into sleep.