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Yeah, I'm making a fictional story just for fun. I guess this will be a rough draft of my first chapter. Comment if it's good.

Ben's dad finally could take him hunting. Ever since his new job as Store Manager of Moses & Sons Manufacturing, he has been working non-stop. Ben and his dad hopped in the black sedan, and the car happily roared to life. They drove a few miles until they reached a wooded crossroad. They stopped a good ten miles in and they grabbed their rifles. Soon enough, they saw deer. Ben's dad scoped in to his rifle and quietly whispered to Ben to get some bullets from the sedan. Ben gingerly walked back to the car, careful not to step on breakable twigs or rotting foliage. Ben took four 7.7 milliliter bullets from the trunk and walked back to his dad's original spot. Oddly, though, Ben saw blood. A lot of blood. At first Ben assumed maybe his dad got the deer, but there was no sound from a rifle, plus his dad and the deer were currently AWOL. Ben followed a thin blood track leading past a decaying underbrush and over to a group of trees about a meter away. Ben loaded his rifle with the bullets his dad asked for, and held it forward while going to the cluster of trees. Ben heard a rustle and involuntarily held the rifle closer to him, almost hugging it. Ben walked slower, adrenaline forcing itself through his veins, his heart beating, beating ever so rapidly. Afterwhat seemed as an eternity, Ben was standing next to the trees, and the rustling was so loud, it was almost unbearable. Ben used the back end of the rifle and poked between the tall grass surrounding the trees and he heard a rasping voice try to yell "Ben..." and it scared him half-to-death. Ben peeked over and saw his dad laying there contorted with multiple gashes in is abdominal region and his throat slit open wide. His jugular was visible and it was flailing like a caged animal as an endless reservoir of dark blood was flowing out down his dad's windbreaker and into the large puddle of blood surrounding him. Suddenly Ben heard a sudden drop. Ben turned slightly too fast and saw The Grim Reaper, readying himself to swing at Ben and decapitate him. "Your soul is mine, foolish Mortal..." The Reaper said. Ben's muscles locked up and he watched The Reaper prepare to swing the bone scythe and kill him. Suddenly, Ben's finger triggered the rifle, and the bullet blew off The Reaper's bony hand. "You shall pay, Mortal!" The Reaper said, obviously not showing pain for the missing hand. This gave enough time for Ben's brain to tell his body to loosen up, and get he hell out of there. Ben ran faster than ever for the sedan. Hopefully he wouldn't get pulled over by the cops if hesaid he was being chased by The Stealer of Souls. Ben put the sedan in drive, and instantly knew it was a bad idea. There were trees everywhere! Ben tried to swerve past any visble trees, but oon he went head-on into a thick tree. Smoke was flowing out of the openings of the sedan hood. Ben managed to crawl out, but he stay there, lieing on the foliage. He could taste blood and dirt. The Grim Reaper walked over to Ben."It is not your time yet. You are destined for greatness. One day you will learn one day, Mortal..." The Reaper said. Ben went out cold after that.