The bodyguard

By

Dark Dragon of Sorrow

Chapter I

The Boy

Mufasa and his wife Sarabi woke to the sound of shattering glass on the first floor of their house. Mufasa instantly grabbed his robe while Sarabi wrapped herself in the blanket and looked at her husband in worry.

"Our son is in his room." She said stating the obvious.

Mufasa answered with a click of a gun that he pulled out of his side table. Not long after words the knob that lead to their room started to jiggle and Mufasa pointed the gun at the door and flipped the safety off. The door opened a little and a little cub was pushed in the room by an unknown feline.

"Dad" The cub said running to his parents and jumped in his father's arms.

"Oh Simba thank God. Wh… who pushed you in? Jeeves is that you?" Sarabi asked the shadow on the other side of the door.

"No, I'm just a friend." The shadow answered "Stay here and protect them." The shadow finished before closing the door.

Simba ran and jumped on his parent's bed hugging his mother as she just about smothered him by kissing and holding him close.

Not long after the door closed Mufasa heard a faint voice telling the intruders to leave only to be answered by gunshots. Worried about the stranger Mufasa opened the door and walked down the hall and to the stairs when he saw the first signs of fighting.

Mufasa continued down the stairs and looked at the corpse and found that this feline was sliced open by claws and teeth Mufasa looked down at the body and noticed that it was twitching still. What pulled his attention away from the corpse and towards the living room was a gurgling sound along with gunshots. Standing Mufasa walked to doorway and watched as the stranger drove his claws in its throat and ripped it out and watched as the intruder slowly bled out and fell to the floor.

The stranger looked at Mufasa with rage and blood lust. Mufasa looked at the stranger and noticed that his eyes shown a light shade of red. His breathing was hard and furious but slowly started to relax to a steady pace. The stranger looked at Mufasa and stood relaxed his stance and walked to him.

Mufasa raised his gun and pointed it at the stranger and pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed the stranger's shoulder as it hit an intruder that the stranger missed, the intruder flew back in the room he came from and hit the floor with a thud.

"I thought I told you to stay with your family." The stranger said as he turned and found himself looking down the barrel of the handgun.

Mufasa looked at the feline with a look that told him that he would kill him without a second thought. "Who are you and how did you get here." Mufasa asked pulling the hammer back to show that he meant business.

"My name is Tracker, and as too how I got in let's just say that my name gives me an answer to your answer."

"We'll see." Was all Mufasa said to me narrowing his eyes and motioned him to sit down, Tracker obeyed and sat down on a couch Mufasa also joined him and reached for the phone that was on the table beside the couch. He picked it up and dialed the cops.

After a few minutes of a conversation Mufasa hung up the phone and looked at me.

"Well the cops are on their way. So don't try anything." He said looking at him and putting the phone down.

We sat there for a few more moments before we heard footsteps coming from upstairs and we both look to see Sarabi and Simba coming down the stairs. Tracker looked at Mufasa and wanted to argue about the young cub too see such a horrific scene but Sarabi told Simba to stay upstairs before either of us could saw a thing. Sarabi walked to the tow males and looked around the living room and saw all of the carnage and held her hand to her mouth.

This brought a small smile to Tracker's face only to have it quickly vanish as Mufasa gave him a death glare. "Why did you help us? Why not just let them kill us."

Tracker looked at him and then looked away as he reached into his shirt and pulled out a necklace with a snarling lion carved from bone. "It's my job." He said darkly tossing it to Mufasa's open hand.

He looked at it and lowered the gun. In the distance they heard the police sirens coming and Tracker stood and smiled at the two and held up his hands as if he gave up.

To be continued…

This is my first fanfic. Please give me plenty of criticisms no matter how bad they are. Thanks.

Your servant,

Dark Dragon of Sorrow