Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-29711200-20170206103720/@comment-29585050-20170207231212

FirePyre wrote: A family were eating dinner at a table. They were a rich family - a husband, a wife, and two boys. They were eating chicken (which the family's butler had shot), served with gravy and some vegetables. It was a hearty meal, a proper roast. They were enjoying themselves, marking the end of another great day.

Which is why when the man approached them their mouths completely fell open.

He was clad in black, with dark hair too. In his hands,he held a large weapon - not a pistol, but something that the husband and his sons had only heard of. A blunderbuss.

"Continue eating." Said the man. "I am not here to kill you."

He sat down at the table. "Have your butler bring me a plate, please."

The husband set down his knife and fork. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

The man smiled. "I have a very specific type of profession. It keeps me well-fed." He gestured around. "If someone came into this place, tried to ransack you or kill you, then I am here, with my gun, to stop them. I will protect you for tonight. In return, you must feed me and give me food for the morning tomorrow and for lunch."

The family hesitated, but the husband nodded. "Butler!" He shouted. "Bring the man a plate!"

Soon the man was dining with them, smiling at another successful night. Suddenly, however, a large sound echoed through the room as the door was kicked open. The man's blunderbuss was in his lap, and the door that was kicked open was facing his back, so the mafia member did not see his weapon as he entered the room.

"Listen-" He began, and the man stood up, turned, and shot him in the chest.

The blunderbuss was not a clean weapon - many pellets and seemingly miniature bullets rushed out of the barrel, hitting the mafia member and sending him spinning across the floor. Blood rushed out of his back and covered the area behind him, and he crashed backwards, landing against the wall and staining one of the family's prized paintings in red.

The wife and sons were shocked by the sudden outburst of violence. The husband looked grim.

After a moment, the man with the blunderbuss turned back to them. "Now," He began. "I believe that-"

The mafia member raised his hand weakly, a hand with a gun in it, and shot the man in the spine. He cried out and arched his back. Then he fell, weakly, against the table. The family immediately rushed to their saviour, but it was too late - he was already gone.

They demanded he be buried with the previous owners of the mansion, and were they and their butler would be buried later in life, as the protector of the family and the sole reason they had survived that night.

Twelve years later, one of the sons set out on his own. He became a great inventor, and was the first person to utilise an "engine". The other stayed behind and helped eradicate mafia presence in the town, in honour of the man who once saved his life.

End of Bodyguard Story. Nice story mate! :D