Father Vincent Renaldo sat in his room, looking at the new copy of the Bible his nephew Joseph had brought to him. A .38 Snubnose revolver was in the middle of the hollowed-out book, along with a message.

You'll need it.  --Joey

Father Renaldo nodded his head. The Chicago mob was muscling in, trying to get a firm hold in Detroit business, but he didn't know that. He'd just heard the gunshots and officiated the funerals.

He jumped as he heard a loud scream. It sounded like Sister Mary Alice, a nun at the chapel. Meanwhile...

Joseph Moretti walked down the stairs of the church. he went to walk down the row, but looked back at the statue in the center that stood before the pulpit. It was a statue of the virgin Mary. He gave a little nod and did the cross with his hands.

A .357 Revolver shot echoed from the doors. The bullet missed Joseph and hit the statue of Mary in the stomach. The shot busted straight through the marble and hit the pulpit.

"Damn it. Forgive me, Father," said Joseph, making the cross as he went to run up the stairs.

Gunfire riddled the staircase, missing him anywhere from a mile to an inch. Joseph made it to the top floor and went to run up the hall, before he ran into a nun.

"Excuse me, you'll have to be quiet...is that a gun?" asked the nun.

Joseph looked over the rail and narrowly missed getting his head shot off. "Shit. Sister, go hide somewhere," said Joseph nervously.

"I am sure that they'll be reasonable, if we just sit down and..." started the nun.

"Listen to me. No, fuckin' listen. These are bad people. They will blow your brains out if they see you. Come with me," ordered Joseph, running off, hoping the nun followed.

The scream said otherwise. Joseph hung a left and ran down the hall. All along the hallway were suits of armor with anything from halberds (axes on long sticks) to swords in their metallic hands. He took off running.

Bullets flew from behind him, missing him. He neared the door he was looking for and slid on his knees as the bullets flew over him, the momentum of his run sliding him along on his back.

He opened the door and spun around, slamming it behind him. He ducked next to the archway over the door, and reloaded his gun.

"Joseph, what's going on?" asked Father Renaldo.

"The damn Chicago mob is trying to kill me because of what I did at the waterfront, and they'll kill you if you try to stop them. You have that gun still, right?" panted Joseph.

"Yes."

"Then load it and use it. There's a box of hundred rounds hidden in Genesis. Those pages are glued together up to the page before the cover." Joseph sighed.

"Okay."

"On three, I'll open the door and start shooting. After you use your first shots, hand me your pistol and reload for me."

"Okay."

Joseph sighed and kicked open the door. He ran out and ducked behind a suit of armor. He fired over it at the mobsters, who all dived for cover. At Joseph's wave, Father Renaldo ran out and ducked behind a pillar.

By trading fire, the preacher was hit in the shoulder by a lucky shooter, and he yelled.

Joseph gave a battlecry and ran out, firing blindly, until his gun began to click. He stood there, trying to reload, as the enemy leader took aim.

"No. NO!" yelled the preacher. He ran out and dived targeting and firing in mid-dive. A bullet ripped through his clothes and he gasped.

Joseph reloaded and killed the few that were left standing in rage. He then turned and saw the preacher beginning to sit up, even though there was a bullet hole in the coat. The preacher opened the coat with his good arm and revealed a copy of the Holy Bible. A bullet had extended the outside cover, but otherwise did no damage.

"Well, I'll be damned, father. Now, let's get the hell out of here, before more show up. I know a guy..." started Joseph.

Part One.

Great Work Mr_Fever I cant wait to read part two, keep up good work.

Very good. I'm looking forward to Part 2

mmm ok two things other than that its a nice story...whered he get a ammo box with a hundred bullets in it O.o thats alot actually...when i buy ammo it usually comes in 20s....anyways also a bullet would go through a bible ;/

I didn't say it was a brand new box, did I? I meant he took a box and just emptied some ammo into it. 100 rounds isn't much when your bein' chased.

Joseph and Father Renaldo pull up in a Ford Model T outside of a roach motel.

"Father, I'm going to have to ask you to swear to say nothing about what you are going to see here," said Joseph.

"Why? Is there something bad inside?" asked Vincent.

"Let's just say that the stuff you see or, more correctly, hear, is sinful enough to make Satan look like a three-year-old girl," replied Joseph.

"Okay." The Father sighed.

The unlikely duo climbed out and went inside the hotel and took the elevator to the top floor and went up a flight of stairs to a floor that didn't have elevator access. It was a cheap brothel/bar setup.

"Oh my," said Father Renaldo. "You aren't going to...fornicate, are you?"

"Hell no, father. I'm not going to get any tonight. I'll still probably have to pay the bartender for some info. Cheap bastard," explained Joseph as he headed over.

Joseph strode over to the bar and sat at the stool. A man in his fourties held a glass in his hand and was cleaning it. He looked up at the Italian man sitting before him, with the priest next to him.

"Hey, its Joseph. What's up, you Italian son of a bitch?" asked the bartender with a hearty laugh.

"Gotta get some info. Somebody wants me to sleep with the fishes, make me take a dirt nap, get where I'm goin'?" asked Joseph.

"You know what it costs to get some info out of me. You look like shit, anyway. Get yourself a woman and come back out. Won't even get a fuckin' cigarette lit by the time you're done."

Joseph smiled and nodded. He laid a roll of bills, with Benny showing his face to the Father on the outside, on the table and chose a very scantily-clad woman. She pulled him into a room immediately.

They got in and immediately started kissing, as the whore ripped Joseph's upper clothes off. She laid him on the bed and lay on top of him, kissing him passionately.

"Joseph, they're here!" yelled someone, as the door bust open.

A man bust in with a Tommy in his hand. Joseph pulled his pistol from his pants pocket.

"Get down!" he ordered at the whore, who rolled off of him and into the floor.

Joseph fired three rounds into the assailant's chest. He got his V-neck shirt and coat on and ran out to the bar. The Father was gone. Joey turned on the bartender and aimed the gun at his face.

"You son of a bitch. You motherfucking prick, you betrayed me! Where the fuck did they take him?" yelled Joseph.

"You won't get shit outta me, I was paid to keep my mouth shut!" replied the barkeep, walking out from behind the bar.

"Fuck you, then," said Joseph, who fired a shot into the man's knee.

"You still won't get anything out of me!"

Joseph was pissed, and he aimed his gun at the man's crotch.

"I am kinda sure I'm a good fucking shot. Unless you wanna say goodbye to the boys, tell me what I wanna fuckin' know!"

"Fuck you, you ain't got the balls!"

Joseph pulled the trigger. "No, it's you that don't have the balls."

The barkeep hollered. "Okay, it's Don Alessandro. He's a Chicago bigwig. His Underboss is in Room 316 at the apartment complex on Freemont!" said the bartender, his voice up an entire octave.

"Thanks, bitch." Joseph aimed the gun at the bartender's eye. "Shouldn't have done it."

Joseph walked out of the hotel with a cross on a silver chain and a pistol in his hand.

"Father, I will find you, and make those sons of bitches pay."

PART TWO IS OVER, PART 3 IN THIS TRILOGY  COMING SOON!

Part 2.5

Joseph sat on his couch, with his hands on his head. He had no idea on how to break into the apartment complex by himself. God, the father would probably be dead by now...

A stick cracked outside, and he took the pistol from the table and aimed it at the door. The door opened slowly.

"Who the fuck are you?" demanded Joseph.

The door opened the rest of the way. "I am here to help you rescue the Father."

The mystery person opened the door...