[Chapter 1- The golden box]

-England-

December 24, midnight, I heard clacking sounds downstairs as if someone wants to rob some of my possession. I got up my bed and headed to the place where the noise took place. There, on my wing chair sat a box wrapped in a golden foil – it was a gift. I quickly unwrapped it and saw a small silver revolver having five golden bullets in it. There was a piece of paper stuck on the wrapper. Written on it, I read, "Use this to kill my mortal enemy. If you don't, you will suffer the consequences."
This made me shiver. Who the hell would send me this kind of revolver? Upon seeing the content, I went to my brother, Scot. I need him to tell me who sent me this, though I'm not sure he knows.

His home is filled with different types of cigarettes, alcohol and other stuff. The moment he saw me, he made a wide grin and offered me his special dish – Haggis. Though he knows how much I hate it.

"Sae what's 'yer problem, Art?"He asked as he piped his cigarette.

"I got this revolver. Do you; by any chance have sent this to me?"

"Why teh hell would I send this ter you?" he grabbed it from my hands and examined it. He then removed the bullets and checked if it really is made of gold.

"Yer know, this is one expensive gun. Let's sell it."

I refused. I snatched it from him and went back home. As usual, he doesn't care about me. He's as cold as the weather right now. I feel no warmth from his words though they come from the warm edges of his lips. Yet, after all that, I still love him. Not as my brother but a lover. I cannot explain how deep my affection towards him. I cannot explain it, it's just too deep. This attachment, I can't let go of it. I used to hate everything he does to me, then- I learned to love all of it.

As I over think things, something appeared on the revolver.

"You redeemed me, so you're now my possession. You signed the contract the moment you unwrapped my cover. Now, you need to kill my enemy."

The words gently disappeared as I touched them. The atmosphere got gloomy and I can't think of a good explanation for everything that had happened today. This perplexity is eating my whole being. Just now...I received a revolver, then, something popped out of it. What kind of vagueness is this? Though I do believe in faeries and unicorns, this is different. Someone's putting a hex on me.

[Chapter 1- END]

**I dunno if I can finish this. *writer's block*

It lacks cohesiveness and it's a bit jumbled. Please bear with me, It's my first time writing a FanFic. *facedesks*