Chapter 1 cont.

Author note: if you want to get a better idea of what the gun Vincent uses, google the model 725 revolver you will find it on deviant art i do not own this picture i am merely using its likness.

Vincent sat there and tried to process what had just occurred within his home. He willed himself to give chase after whatever had been in his house. Vincent opened his door and saw a small puddle of blood on the floor outside his room. As he walked through the house he saw bloodied prints left by what he hoped was a human but a part of him, his heart not his mind, told him this was no man. He paid it no mind and followed the tracks towards his front door and found it splintered and in pieces all over his front yard. The car who's alarm was going off was his neighbor's 2014 Chevy Cruze, the drivers side door was caved in and glass was scattered all over the street with blood coating the side of the vehicle along. Vincent followed the bloody prints on the sidewalk before they veered off sharply into the grass towards one of his neighbors houses. Vincent didn't wait for the police and decided to hunt whatever it was down before it might hurt someone else. Vincent ran across the grass with his gun pointed down sightly and in front of him. As he neared the fence to his neighbor's house he heard snuffling and a wet tearing sound that make his stomach churn. He saw blood splattered on the fence and grass. He could see the grass painted a deep shining crimson, small beads of ruby dropping down onto the grass making small puddles. As Vincent turned the corner he saw what appeared to be a wolf in the shape of a man but had patches of fur covered in what he thought to be mange. Vincent leveled his gun and fired at the creature hitting it close to its right shoulder blade into its ribs hoping to have hit either a lung or its heart. The beast started to snarl and looked over it's shoulder at him and as Vincent watched the bullet wound began to slowly close. The beast then turned to him and began a slow approach thinking that Vincent was frozen with fear. Unfortunately for the creature it was wrong, it figured this out as Vincent shot two more rounds into it's chest. As it yelped in pain and began to run Vincent quickly broke apart his model 725 letting the spring ejection spit out the spent shells before he started to use his first ammunition box to reload his gun then snapped it back together. Vincent then gave chase following the bloody trail out of his neighborhood and into the park near his house, as he was giving chase he saw the wolf charge through the swing sets into the woods. Unbeknownst to the wolf during it's charge through the swings the chains had wrapped around his torso in a harness like fashion pulling the frame along after him like a sled as he headed for the woods. Vincent noticing the werewolves predicament grabs onto the dragging frame in a valiant but ultimately unnecessary attempt to stay within range of the wolf. A mere twenty feet of chain would be the defining factor in the death of the deranged werewolf that had taken refuge within the city and had terrorized the hiking trails of the city for the past few months. As the wolf was running the frame of the swings caught on two trees wedging into them and bending but due to the sudden stop the wolf was jarred backwards just as Vincent was thrown forward they collided tumbling along the forest floor away from one another. When the wolf righted himself he began to snarl and pull at the chain attempting to reach young Vincent. As our Valiant hunter groggily stumbled to his feet he tried to find his weapon but noticed that it was a mere five feet from the wolf. Vincent then began his slow approach to his weapon and to the rabid wolf who strained and fought for freedom and the ability to kill him. Unbenounced to Vincent the metal of the frame had begun to give under the wolfs onslaught. As Vincent stumbled and fell to the floor on his hands and knees he finally grasped his gun and shakingly pulled back the hammer. A mere millisecond after the click of the hammer the frame yielded to the savage onslaught of the foaming snarling wolf. In the instant that followed only to sounds were heard on that dark the loud rabid roar of the wolf and a single fleeting gun shot.

Author Note: My girlfriend did have a hand in aiding me on this so i gratefully give credit where credit is due.