Help
"You have to get out of here, now..."
"Stop! What are you doing?!"
"I'm sorry..."
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<Eastlane Apartments, Unit B, 3:35 AM>
Kris awoke with a start, the sound of a gunshot still ringing in his ears. With a trembling hand he reached toward the nightstand, nearly knocking over the alarm clock as he groped in the darkness for the lamp. Finding the switch, he sighed in relief as the light came on, illuminating the area around him with its warm, familiar glow. Careful not to rouse the slumbering figure beside him, he slid out of bed and quietly slipped out of the room.
Flicking on lights as he went, he made his way downstairs, stopping at the refrigerator for a cold beer. Kris didn't usually make a habit of drinking alcohol this late at night, but the nightmares were a special exception to that rule. Usually a drink or two and an hour of mind-numbing infomercials were enough to lull him back to sleep most nights, albeit resulting in a slight hangover in the morning. But if it helped in the task of forgetting the horrors of the night before, it was more than worth it.
Soon enough, he was thoroughly hypnotized by the overly enthused announcers touting everything from the latest home cleaning products to novelty pet bricks at exorbitant prices. Thus, he didn't register the creaking of someone descending the stairs, the padding of bare feet on the hardwood floor, or the groan of the aging sofa as it received another occupant. In fact, it wasn't until he felt the remote being pulled out of his hand that he noticed someone was there. Her soft, sleepy voice was what finally broke him out of his trance. "Kris, honey? Are you okay?"
This wasn't the first time she'd found him like this; in the year and a half they'd been dating, there had been at least half a dozen of these incidents. Each time, he'd never told her the true reason, instead citing insomnia or hunger pangs. And each time, it grew harder and harder to lie to that sweet, innocent face. He hated it...but it was his cross to bear, not hers. In his reasoning, she was much better off not knowing about his past, or the terrible things that happened in it.
"Just couldn't sleep, is all. I'll be up in a minute."
Oooo! More intrigue, love it. 
Now 
so we can find out what the heck is going on!! 
If my game decides to cooperate with me, I should be getting straight to work on 4.
*Slinks off before TS throws something.*
