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The Bodyguard was struggling to make a living, and with the new dangers of a Serial Killer and the mafia and he being one of the few town members that have a gun he decided that he could make a quick buck or two protecting people, it would be a dangerous job…..but it was better than starving. Now he was making a living on patrolling peoples homes for protection in exchange for money, it paid well and so far on every night he had in the past their was no need for protection, was a good deal for him at least. It was like every other night he had experienced, 1:00 AM, just standing at the side of the house, listening and watching for any strange occurrences, however, this night would be his last. He heard a fast and loud opening of the door and sound of running footsteps, the BodyGuard rushed into the house, pulled out his gun, yelled “Freeze!” at the Mafioso going into the target's room, the Mafioso turned around and shot the BodyGuard, the BodyGuard, falling, shot the mafioso three times, he felt truly happy at this time, despite the intense pain. He helped a fellow town member from the mafia. The BodyGuard stopped caring about the money, and he did his services for free as time went on; he liked the idea of helping the town. He had finally completed his goal; he closed his eyes, with a smile. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to isrlygood)

The Bodyguard shifted his cigarette from one corner of his mouth to the other and placed his kevlar vest over his undershirt. He was certainly going to need it tonight, he thought. He carefully set the smoldering cigarette in an ashtray as he strapped the vest tight. It had a few dents in it from previous close encounters. He tucked the cigarette back into the corner of his mouth and grabbed his white dress shirt and began to button it. "Gonna be one hell of a night," he chuckled to himself, "one for the record books for sure." He took an extended drag before grabbing his suit jacket. His mother always did say he looked good in pinstripe. But this was going to run smoothly, he told himself. His target and him had discussed the protection plan in depth. No way a single assailant could get him, and that's something the Bodyguard was willing to bet his life on. After checking his pistol he slide it into his jacket pocket. He picked the comb off his dresser and made some minor last minute adjustments to his balding hair. He placed it down and stared into the mirror. He could see his age finally catching up with him as his eyes drifted to his favorite thing on his dresser. He picked up the framed picture of his deceased wife and gave it a quick kiss before putting it back down. He extinguished the cigarette into the ashtray with one hand as he put on his sunglasses with the other. He grabbed the tacked-up picture of the Mayor and walked out of the door. (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place, credit to InsaneSmile)

Two years before...

It was a wet and stormy night. Two members of the Mafia were huddled in a dark alley. The Godfather was jailed, while the other members were framing, distracting, and blackmailing. As the shivering Mafia in the alleyway attempted to discuss their plans, there was a CLICK! Then a BAM! The Janitor slid down the wall he was leaning against, unconscious. The blood mixed with the growing puddles of rainwater. There was then another distant BANG! of a gun, and suddenly, it was only the Mafioso, huddled in a dark corner of an alley.

The next day, the Godfather showed up dead in front of his cottage, executed by the Jailor. It was only the Mafioso left, who was utterly horrified and wished to be forgiven for his sinister deeds. He was sentenced to jail for two years.

Present Day...

Released from jail, the Mafioso is now part of the town. Wishing to utilize his old skills, he became a Bodyguard and so every night, he would protect his fellow town members from death, at the risk of his own life. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to wrathfulweasel)

The Bodyguard had spent 30 years of his life serving the military as a highly-ranked soldier and defender, and now is retired. He spent his life looking for another job, one that would need him badly. He seeks that job, and finds it in the Town of Salem. He had heard that there had been many murders in that town, and investigations about them. He knew they needed his help. He had arrived at Salem, and every night, he would visit someone and stand there guarding them all night, making sure he or she was kept alive, even at the cost of his own life. And for his own protection, he had one bulletproof vest from his former military job which would allow him to survive one night at the cost of his services to those in need of protection. (unregistered contributor)

A quiet, unassuming man, the Bodyguard watches his target closely to make sure no would-be attackers come near. The moment a threat is spotted, the Bodyguard springs to action, taking the bullet in place of its intended victim. As he lies dying on the ground, the Bodyguard musters the last of his energy to raise his own gun and, with accuracy and discipline that only a hardened soldier could possess, avenges himself before dying. (unregistered contributor)

The Investigator chuckles to himself for being so clever, and points an accusing finger at a bewildered old man. When the rest of the town follows, the old man panics, and quickly reveals a certificate that only a true mayor could possess. Everyone voted the mayor innocent, and the old man sighed of relief and walked off the gallows. The Investigator sheepishly apologizes. That night, the Mafia team gathered up. The Godfather was determined to set out for the Investigator, because if he interrogates another person that is Mayor or Godfather, he'll know they are absolutely the Mafia! The Mafioso is uneasy about this plan, and neither the Disguiser nor the Janitor set out to the Investigator's house with the Godfather. When the Godfather was near the Investigator's cabin, he saw the Investigator outside the house. Perfect timing. The Godfather aimed his gun at the man and shot twice. He heard the sound of the bullets hitting on target. The Godfather smiled, nodding in triumph, and started to turn to leave, until he saw another bullet whizzing at his face. It was too late to react, and the Godfather sunk to the ground, motionless. Ten feet away, the Bodyguard also lays down on the ground, dying. He closes his eyes and smiles. He has done his job. He saved his fellow town member. (unregistered contributor)

The Serial Killer slips silently inside the Doctor's house. His shadow slips over the hall walls as he searches for the bedroom. All is quiet outside; everyone is asleep. He grins and licks his lips in anticipation of the slaughter that is to come, toying with the blade of his razor sharp knife. The Serial Killer ghosts into the bedroom, stalking to the side of the bed. He raises his blade over the prone figure, eyes glinting with malice and joy at the same time. As he brings the blade down, and iron hand clamps down over this forearm, halting the descent of the knife. A large figure, clad in body armor stands behind him, cocking a revolver. The Serial Killer, recovering with cat-like speed, reverses the knife and buries it deep in the Bodyguard's chest. The iron grip weakens, and the Serial Killer turns to flee. As he reaches for the doorknob, his vision turns red. Somewhere far away, he hears a bang, and then his world tilts to the side. The next morning, the sun shines upon the tragedy; The Doctor couldn't save the Bodyguard in time. (Credit to SOURCECODE01)

The Investigator, weary from sifting through refuse stood before the town in the early morning. His finger was directed towards an elderly man, whom he immediately labelled the Godfather. Desperate, and without any other leads, they put the man on trial. The old man rebutted this accusation by producing a certificate that was awarded to him when he was elected as the Mayor. As he left the stand, he asked everyone to place a paper with their name and occupation into a box that was being passed around, where he would spend the night mulling over the results. When night fell, the Mafioso was sent to pay the Mayor a visit to destroy all of the incriminating evidence. As he broke the lock to the old man's door, he drew his gun and began his search in the Mayor's study. Surely enough, the target was huddled over his desk, passed out after a long night's work. Suddenly, a man steps from the shadows and reaches for the assailant's gun. A single shot rings out, fatally wounding the protector as he falls to the ground in a puddle of his own blood. The Mafioso recovers and trains his firearm on the Mayor, but is shot by the dying man with the last of his strength. The Bodyguard gives the Mafioso a twisted grin before succumbing to his injuries. He has done his job.

Years of working with the Mayor as his most trusted agent, the Bodyguard is a huge threat to anyone that dares to bring panic, misery and corruption to Salem. Equipped with a vest, and a special revolver entrusted to him for many years of service, he will stand by anyone and protect them, no matter what the cost. If his target is ever threatened, he will take his own life and take the bullet, but not before he avenges himself; by shooting the attacker before the Bodyguard draws his final breath. (credit to Squiddington)

The Bodyguard sat down enjoying a beverage thinking about what happened to the other Bodyguard in town. He thought for quite some time. He thought, "If I save someone's life, I'll die, but the evil doer will as well. Should I have this job? Should I risk it?" The next day one of his partners, the Sheriff, died. One more kill that he could've prevented. the next day, he protected the one person he cared about. The Mayor. He goes to his house, and, the lights flicker. They suddenly turn all the way off. He hears a cackle from a raspy voice. He knew that voice. It was the Vampire. The Vampire attacks him and he fights him off until the Vampire Hunter came and fended off the vampire. He was bit. His vision fades away, and he says, "Thanks for the help. Tell Salem..... I love them. All of them." The Bodyguard slowly dies in the Vampire Hunter's hands. The Vampire Hunter is who he protected, but that day, everything didn't go the way planned. The Vampire was dead and all, but.... but...... The Vampire Hunter saw her only friend die. Fionna..... Fionna saw.... her only friend.... die. In her hands. (unregistered contributor)

Ever since the death of his wife he was never quite the same... He began living his life for others instead of himself thinking it would somehow make up for what he was unable to do for her years ago. He walks people home each night to talk partially hoping the conversation will fill the emptyness inside him. All of a sudden an attack from nowhere! The bodyguard shoots him point blank with a pistol and the attacker drops lifelessly to the floor. The bodyguard is unharmed but just stares at the body and drops the gun... before the person can say thank you he collapses to his knees leaning over the body and crying. "Are you okay?" they ask. He can't hear them... he's too far gone. "I could have... I could have saved us both" He picks up the gun slowly to his head. "But you did!" All he can see is his wife's body motionless on the ground "I love you... I love you baby I'm so sorry..." "no, don't do it!" darkness (unregistered contributor)

The Secret Service has a plaque in their main hall that commemorates its greatest agents and their efforts; but one man isn't on that list. The Bodyguard is the premiere specialist in protection and his years of service have gone unawarded at his request. He is a modest and humble person that regularly steps into harms way for those he has been tasked to protect; after which he escapes into the shadows before anyone can thank him. Armed with a bulletproof vest and a handgun, the Bodyguard will protect his charge and kill the attacker; or die trying. (credit to Ace2369)

The Jailor had the last mafia in front of him. The Investigator had confirmed he was a leader among men, and this man had no way of revealing himself as a Mayor. With that, the Jailor began to execute the Godfather, but he made it as painful as he could to avenge the Sheriff, who had been found by the mafia. The Godfather's cries of pain did not go unheard, however. It was a full moon. And a certain snarling beast of a Werewolf was prowling. It heard the cries of the Godfather and was drawn to them like a moth to a light. The Werewolf forced its way into the jail. The Jailor looks up with surprise, turned to fear while the Godfather bleeds out. The Werewolf pounces, but something catches him. A Bodyguard. The Bodyguard tackles the Werewolf to the floor, who snarls and rips into the Bodyguard with its sharp claws. The Bodyguard refuses to succumb so easily and draws his pistol, firing it into the Werewolf. Regular bullets barely faze it however, and the Werewolf pushes the Bodyguard off with brute force. The Bodyguard staggers back, then yanks a single solitary silver bullet off the chain around his neck, loading it into the pistol. The Werewolf leaps, the Bodyguard aims...and fires. The silver bullet hits the Werewolf square between the eyes. However, the Werewolf was bringing its claws down into the Bodyguard at the same time, slashing his neck open. The Werewolf collapses instantly and the Bodyguard clutches his bleeding throat loosely, before falling backwards. The Jailor tries to call for the Doctor, but said Doctor was busy protecting the Escort that night while she went looking for the Serial Killer. The last thing the Bodyguard manages to gurgle out to the Jailor is "We make a good team..." before he succumbs to his wounds at last, knowing the town is safe from any more Werewolf attacks. (Credit to The Nightmare Tank)

No doubt about it, the war had toughened up the Bodyguard. He had enlisted at 18, pressured by his patriotic parents. After 5 years of preperation, Bodyguard made his first tour. Suddenly he found himself in transport to the frontal camp in the desolate desert that his country decided to bring peace to. How could anyone live in this sand trap? thought the Bodyguard, This place is little more than a- BOOM! The Bodyguard couldnt finish his thought. There was a shrill screaming in his head. He yelled out, but he couldn't even hear his own scream. He looked over, and saw his squad showered in shrapnel. And he wept; Wept as the Jeep on his arm broke it; Wept as the medics carried him off; Wept as he was brought into a town in Oregon to be seen by a superb doctor that lived there. "He'll make a full recovery, but he can't go back to war," said the Doc. "He can stay with me." Bodyguard recovered, and sooned learned that Salem, as the locals called it, was a hive kf villany. Fearing for the doctor's life, Bodyguard took up arms every night inside the Doctor's house. Finally, after the Doc saved a brutally wounded man from death by the mafia, there was a slow creaking as the Doc's door eased open. Bodyguard tensed up. This was night my preparation pays off. Bodyguard steadied his hand as he took aim at the Doc's would-be assailant. Then the knife pierced his gut. The Serial Killer had shown up, and the Mafioso was no where to be seen! "Nice try you grizzled fool. Guess I wss to quick for your old bones!" BANG! The Serial Killer dropped to the floor, his mouth agape. Although the Doc was unable to save Bodyguard, everyone beamed with respect as the Serial Killer was announced dead. They read his will. It was composed of six words: No one likes a smart-ass. (credit to Soxman223)

The Bodyguard nursed the stub of his cigarette, leaning motionless against the wall. The Jailor was inside, getting better acquainted with the Godfather, but the Bodyguard was sure the Mafia wouldn't take this lying down. Movement in the bushes caught his attention. Flicking away his cigarette, the Bodyguard went for his gun. Dimly, he heard the Mafioso fire. Felt the impact of the bullet, a sledgehammer to the gut. He ignored it. He had a job to do, and he was going to damn well do it. He fired, once, twice, three times. No use saving ammunition, not now. He knew what a gut wound meant. Staggering backwards, he fell heavily against the wall, sliding down it. The Mafioso's corpse stared reproachfully up at him, but the Bodyguard smiled, as everything faded to dark. He had done his duty.

The Bodyguard used to be a paranoid Veteran who had alerted every night to make sure nobody comes to him, attempting to kill. However, one fateful night, the Veteran had killed the Mayor, who had been witched to visit him. That was when he realized that this way of life was too dangerous and that it was better to die protecting other lives that were more valuable than his own.

Now, he has become a Bodyguard, protecting the Jailer every night. He realizes that eventually, someone was going to attack the Jailer, and someone did. One night, as the Bodyguard was outside the jail, alert for any sudden movements, he saw a shadow lurking towards the jail. When he realized he was a Serial Killer attempting to kill the Jailor, he aimed his gun at him. The Serial Killer, being a psychopath, had no qualms but to stab the Bodyguard to get at the Jailer, but as the Bodyguard cried in agony, he fired the pistol and it hits the Serial Killer on the head. Seeing that there wasn’t a doctor ready to heal him, the Bodyguard slowly bled to death, but as he did, he was proud of himself. He had killed the dreaded Serial Killer for everyone else. He smiled and passed to eternity. (Credit to ADYJ)