I know this is really late but heres my first page also it has nothing to do with my original short story proposal at all.

            I awoke to the sound of gunfire.  It was unbearably loud.  So loud, in fact, I couldn't hear the next words that came out of my mouth.
            “What the hell is going on?!”  I screamed, well at least I thought I screamed.  No response.  The gunfire had ceased but still nothing.  With life coming back to my eardrums I decided to remove myself from my bed and find the handheld pistol that Peter had put under my bed some three months ago.  “Only for emergencies” he had said, “I don’t want you shootin’ things unless you really have to” Peter was right, I was terrible with guns.  I had taken a small training class over a year ago but I still could barely even load it.  But this was definitely an emergency and I needed to find it.  I searched under my bed for what seemed like hours until finally I wrapped my hands around something cold and lifeless.  A feeling that could only resonate from a gun.  

Suddenly more gunfire rang through halls of the house.  This time it sounded closer, and louder than ever.  I wailed in pain, my ears felt like they were just blown out like a pair of speakers.  There was a knock at my door.  I fumbled with the gun until it was raised and aimed at the middle of the large slab of mahogany, which served as an entrance to my room.  

A voice howled from the other side. “Mr. Hennessy!  Mr. Hennessy!’  I recognized the voice immediately; it was Abe, the bodyguard who was in charge of security detail for this floor of the house.  He must have been awaken from his quarters by the gunfire too and decided to make a mad dash towards my room to see if I was safe.  I was wrong.  I grabbed the handle and turned it.  I swung the door open and found myself starting down the barrel of an M-16.  The bearer of the gun was Abe.  Except he didn’t look like the Abe I knew, this figure looked like some sort of evil twin. 

“Abe, what are you doing?”  He opened his mouth to speak, but before he made a sound his eyes rolled back and his head and a red liquid seeped from his mouth.  I watched as his lifeless body slumped to the floor.  A flash of metal stuck out from his back.  Behind him stood Peter.