John Joestar was a normal boy growing up with his father, George Joestar, and his best friend, Danny, who was a finch. He adopted the finch when he found it injured on the ground. After the finch healed from a broken wing, John decided to let it go back to its natural habitat. Sadly, soon after, he developed schizophrenia, said to be from his mother's side of the family. John Joestar is a normal-sized man with white skin, wearing a white shirt with overalls, and has dark hair. He used to live with his father before he passed away due to disease, and hopes to get money to buy his late father's dream farm.

The year is 1905 and the month is May 23, a hot day close to summer. John Joestar works on a farm to help get money for him and put food on the table. He had just turned twenty a month before and was hoping for another good year.

"Hey John," someone called out from behind John. John turned around to see who had called out to him. "Hey Mr. Blake, what brings you here?" John said to Mr. Blake. "Nothing, I was just hoping I could buy some vegetables from you," Mr. Blake said to John, wondering. "Yes, Mr. Blake, I have some left over from my last harvest, and I'd like to sell some. What would you like?" John asked. "Could I just get some fresh tomatoes and some potatoes?"

"Hey John, have you heard about that bounty going around?" asked Mr. Blake as he put his now-purchased stuff in a bag. "No, I haven't. What are you talking about?" asked John, who had never heard of this before. "Well, apparently, there's an outlaw causing trouble, and the police are offering a five-thousand-dollar reward to whoever can catch him," Mr. Blake said, as if it were nothing. "A five-thousand-dollar reward?!" John was surprised by the big amount of money. "Yep, but it basically means nothing since basically nobody can catch him. It's as if he can just disappear like poof!" Mr. Blake did a hand motion to enhance the effect.

"Thank you, Mr. Blake. I think you just gave me my big break," said John, with excitement shining in his eyes. "Yeah, well, don't try too hard. I bet you're not the only one who said that," said Mr. Blake, looking at John as if he hadn't heard the last thing he'd said. "Well, John, if you get lucky, let me borrow a buck, yeah?" said Mr. Blake, getting ready to leave. "You know what? I'll give you two bucks. I'm feeling lucky today. I just gotta get my Colt pistol," said John, with a smile.

"Alright, good luck, kid, and don't get yourself killed," said Mr. Blake as he left to go home. "I will, Mr. Blake, and trust me, you'll get those two bucks when I'm ready," said John. John went to his house to pick up his pistol and go to a town nearby where he normally sells his products. "Well, I should find a poster of who I'm trying to hunt down," John said, looking around town for one of the posters of the outlaw. "Hmm, maybe the local pub would have one, and maybe I could get my favorite drink," John exclaimed, with stars shining out of his eyes as if they would pop out of the sockets.

But then something catches his eye. "Well, what do we have here?" John says, looking at a wanted poster. "Hmm, looks like they don't have a name, but they have a picture, and he looks like an average criminal." The picture on the wall shows a man with neat, kept hair, white skin, and a shirt over an armless sweater with a hat with a curve over the end. "Hmm, maybe I should look for this guy instead of getting a drink." As John looks more at the poster, he realizes that the government wants this man dead or alive.

A loud noise sounds from the street. While John turns around, he hears shots and people yelling. "Get out the way," a man yells from behind. John turns around and sees the man from the poster with over a dozen people behind him. "Now's my chance," John says, pulling out his gun, ready to shoot. "Don't do it, you'll regret it!" the man from the poster says with a mad face covered in sweat, most likely from a lot of running. "No, I need this money," John says, pointing his gun at the man, with people still behind him. As he does this, the people behind the man from the poster duck down, but the man doesn't duck. Instead, he reaches for a rope that looks like a whip.

John pulls the trigger three times at the man from the poster. But the man, in a swift motion, moves the rope whip in a way that it touches all the bullets. After this, the bullets stand still for a moment, and the next second, one of the bullets turns around, pointing at John. At a moment's notice, the bullet begins to move again and goes through his shoulder. "Oh shit!" John yells in pain. As he turns to look back at the man, he is gone, and the bullets he shot are on the ground motionless, as if they were never shot from the gun.

Hello reader or readers, this is my first story as a writer, and I would love if you left feedback on how I could improve my writing and anything you would like to see in my story. But, anyway, I wanted to start my first chapter with some information about the main character. If any part is hard to understand, please write me a comment about it. My grammar might still be bad, so there might be parts that are hard to read. I'm still new to writing, so if you don't like the way I'm writing my story, sorry. It's just that I choose to write it this way. Anyway, again, thank you for reading my first chapter. After this, you don't have to read if you want, but please check out my next chapter when/if it comes out.

I have chosen songs based on my personal taste in music, and I will credit the artist and the full song name at the end of every chapter if I shorten the name for any reason, such as "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap" to "D4C". I also wanted to end the chapter with a bit of mystery. If you read this, thank you.