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Well, after giving it a bit of time, I figured I should get to work on this first chapter. So here goes!

CH. 1

It was another hot day. Certainly not a good day to go digging around in the attic, but I really didn't have anything better to do. My parents had left the house and wanted me to keep an eye on things while they were gone, which was a bother since that happened almost every week. Anyway, I decided to go dig in the attic to see if there was anything interesting, which there really wasn't. That is, until I came across a dusty book and something wrapped up in cloth. I was shocked when I pulled off the cloth. It was a gun! But it didn't look like any ordinary gun, nor did it feel ordinary. My curiosity was beginning to get the best of me. the book had been with the gun, so maybe it had something to do with it. I opened it up and began to read it. Apparently, this had been my great-great grandfather's journal. And in it, he spoke of an object of unimaginable power and four guns that had the key to unlocking the vault that held the object. But I couldn't figure out what the object was called since the name was smudged out. Still, I was excited. I wanted to find out what this object was.

Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name. I put the gun and the journal back where I found them and headed downstairs. There was pounding at the front door now, too. I opened the door to see my good friend Katherine standing there.

"Chris!"

"What's the problem? You'll wear yourself out like that."

"I-It's your parents... They..."

I was a getting concerned. "What about them?"

Tears were forming in her eyes. "They've been found murdered just outside of town!"

It was like a bad dream. I kept telling myself that, even on the day of their funerals. But I knew they weren't coming back. They were never coming back. After the funeral I tried asking the ones who had found them if they knew anything about who had killed them. They all gave me the same answer: A man with a wide-brimmed hat and a strange looking rifle had been spotted by their bodies. Afterwards, I went home, and secretly began packing my things. I had already decided that I would get revenge for my parent's unjust deaths by hunting down their killer. I pulled out the gun from the attic, and began flipping through the journal once again. I wanted to know a bit more about this gun before I started using it. There was a rough sketch of it in the journal, and I found out that I had the Howling Moon Revolver. Apparently it could fire bullets that could tear through a person like a wolf's fangs, and the sound of it firing is enough to bring shivers up a person's spine, much like a wolf's howl on a moonlit night.

After the book's little lesson on the gun, I packed it into my bag and looked around the attic for any more useful items. With some luck, I found a holster and about 30 bullets. I also went into my dad's old room and unlocked the family safe. I'd need funds if I was going to track down that killer. Then I locked my door for the last time, and headed out of town. But When I reached the edge of town, I found Kat there with her bags packed.

"Kat, what are you doing?"

"You're leaving town, aren't you?"

"Well... yeah, but-"

"If you're leaving, I'm coming with you!"

"But what about your parents?"

"What about you? You can't cook, can you?"

She had me there. Plus, I knew I couldn't talk her out of this. She's always won our arguments, plus she's kicked my a** a few times.

"Fine, you win. Let's go."

And so the two of us headed out of town, unsure of what the road ahead had in store for us.