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This page holds role stories contributed by other users. Feel free to add new stories! Please do not take credit for other people's stories and do not edit stories without the user's permission. 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 jobβ¦..
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, AM, just standing at the side of the house, listening and watching for any strange occurrences, however, this night would be his last. 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. 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.