Chapter 1
Our Character's name is Vincent Montgomery Clyde.
As he laid there staring at the ceiling of his room for the millionth time he wondered why things were the way they were. Why he had no friends why his father was always on business trips and why his mother always went out at night with her friends. Every time he thought about these things he assumed they were cheating on one another but he would tell himself it wasn't any of his business. He had just turned eighteen and had his license. He had taken a concealed carry test and had passed with flying colors. Only once had he ever had to use his smith and wesson .357 special long barrel and it hadn't even been in his own defense. He had used it to gundown a gang member who had been trying to mug and rape a young woman. Due to his actions the chief of police had made him an honorary deputy but even so nobody knew who he was. As he thought about these things he heard a noise that was very different from the typical nighttime sounds of the suburban area, no barking. In all the years he had been in the city never had there been a barkless night, not once. This alone had set him on edge, his instincts urged him to see what it was but the rational part of his brain demanded that he armed himself before making such a decision and so he did. He picked up his shoulder holster along with his belt with six small boxes of ammunition clipped to it before he looked out the window but saw nothing, it was this absence of anything that began to scare him, all the animals had gone quiet were centralized around his home. He recalled that animals of any kind would go quiet and hide if a far more dangerous creature was near. Then a sound that shook him to the core was that of the staircase softly creaking under a foot, this sound was one that would never be able to wake one up from their sleep. Many would say it was the house settling but he knew better, he knew that a central spiral staircase never cracks due to the high level of structural integrity, he knew that it could only be caused by someone stepping on the stairs and from what he could tell they were already halfway up the stairs. He knew that he would have to act fast and so he reached for his gun keeping his back to the closed door and waited for the spot of light from the moonlight reflected off the door handle to move before drawing his weapon and firing twice. As the bullets pierced through the door slamming it shut while hitting what ever it was on the other side he heard a loud yelp before he fired again and heard something hit the floor and then heard the front door be broken down and a car alarm go off.
Author note: Feel free to give me some advice and any ideas you may have i'll try to get back to you. All characters are original i own nothing that is already copyrighted.