The scream. My order to Dean. The sound of the flames crackling and of Sammy crying. These sounds all stuck in my head as I sat in the back of that ambulance, holding my baby and toddler close. Dean was four and Sammy was only six months old. Little do most people know, my wife Mary, who'd died in the fire that night, was not only murdered. She was also three and a half months pregnant with our third child. I knew exactly what had killed her too. A demon.

It was there in the back of that ambulance where I watched the firemen try to extinguish the flames attacking my home that I vowed to get revenge. I promised to find that demon and kill it. Not only for my wife and unborn child, but also for my boys and I. They deserved closure. I didn't know where this demon went or where I could find it, but I knew one thing for certain. I was going to protect my remaining family if it was the last thing I ever did. I'd teach them how to protect themselves. I'd teach them how to be strong, just like their mother had been.

I'd teach them to be hunters...


Author's Note: Hey guys, thanks for reading. I know this first chapter was very, very short. It was just an idea that came to me and I wanted to see how many people may be interested before really getting invested into it. So if you think you'd like to read a story about the boys' earlier life and this got you hooked at all, please follow the story and/or leave me a review so I know you're out there and you want more. Thanks for your support, you guys rock! ~12HockeyChick21