All For Us (Hobie Brown x OC)

Chapter 9

Lina POV

Things have been quiet, simple, easy.

Deliveries have been going well, less killings than usual and I get to spend every night in the arms of Hobie. It makes the shitty things that happened to me worth it. My thought process is, if I had to go through all of that to get here, was it worth it?

I think it was, I think it is.

Hobie has picked up a side job as well working for the Spider Society. As it's supposed to be a secret Hobs has no issues with telling every little detail about it. It may lead him to leave for short periods of time but I do make sure he has food present.

Whether for his trip or when he returns I make sure I'm home or leave a note behind. When he comes back I can tell he's stressed or tired, from the bags under his eyes or the silence that fills the air.

But I can understand, I do understand, so I make life as simple as possible, knowing he'll appreciate it. Like today, an odd portal opens making many of the items in the room levitate. Use to this, I already taped a few down, or let it fall on its own.

Stirring the curry, I smile at the beautiful scent. Letting it warm on low heat, I step away, to see Hobie sprawled out on the couch. Looking down at him, I kiss his forehead gently.

"Hello Love."

I smile, "Come to the bedroom with me."

Standing he kicks off his shoes, as he does I slip off his vest, tugging on his shirt gently. Taking it off, I smile as he plops on the bed, pulling out some lotion swiftly. Happy, I rub the cool lotion on his back, killing the knots and twist, that weigh on him.

His little groans and mumbles of thanks make me pleased, as he turns into jello in my hand. Whispering in his ear softly, he smiles, "I love you so much, make sure you come back in one piece."

"Of course babes."

I smile, kissing the little marks on his back I left behind the night before. The night continues with curry in hand and a comedy that leaves Hobs breathless. Seeing his laugher and smile, makes it worth it, makes life feel worth it.

The next day came, my day off luckily, and I have to head over to the grocery store. Leaving a note, just in case he came back early. Grabbing my tot bag, I head out, slipping the list in my bag. The walk is casual, normal, until I feel a painful sting on my neck.

Curing under my breath, take the needle out of my neck.

Looking at the dart, "Fuck. Shit!"

Looking around, I try to find someplace to hide, but like clock work, police cars corner me. I try to fight but my eyes feel so heavy, my limbs feel so weak. Then everything goes dark.

Dream World

Opening my eyes, I find myself in my old bedroom, odd how I'm sleeping in my little princess bed. Seeing as I'm fully grown and barely able to fit.

Getting out of bed, I hear the small chatter of familiar voices along with the sound of smooth jazz. Stepping out of my colorful room, I see Mom reading through the news paper while Dad cooks his famous pancakes.

In his uniform he turns and smiles at me, "Morning Darlina."

I smile at him, "Morning Papa."

Looking at Mom, she gives me a bright smile, walking over to me, she holds me close.

This isn't what happened before, looking over at Dad he starts to fade away.

But I'm too focused on Mom's words, "I'm sorry I left you alone, and I'm sorry I can't protect you. You'll get through this, just block it out, it helps."

Pulling away her eyes are stained with tears, I look at her in confusion, "What?"

Then her neck starts to bruise, and her eyes grow lifeless.

Falling on the ground, I look at Dad, he turns to me one more time, eyes dead and a bullet hole in his chest. The world around me crumbles, allowing me to fall in the frightening light.

Dream Over

No POV

Lucky.

A word that Hobie doesn't use often, but when it comes to Lina, that's the contest thing he feels.

Lucky.

To have her, to be by her side, to see her smile and hear her voice. He feels truly complete around her. No stress or worry, just love and happiness. A constant that he is pleased with, even with the lack of title by word but present by heart.

Away doing his part for the multiverse the News reports blare. As the terrorist harboring criminal Darlina Rayner found earlier that day, has been captured and her public execution will be taking place the next day.

Hobie is usually gone for a day or two, expected to come home no later without a text or call. He's unaware of the protest spreading through the city of this gruesome event. The protest turn into riots as the policies the new Chief promises start coming to light.

Hobie isn't prepared for what he's going to come home to. No warm food, no loving girl, low music or the sound of the shower running.

Silence, dread, and the peering loom of death.

But fate has it's own plans.

As the broken lab leaks a being beyond this world.

It searches, finding salvation in a world of shouts and angered cries.

Will it find it?

Or will it die with the will of the people, as the blood of Hobie's love splatters on the ground. As she joins her family on the other side, sitting on the couch, watching her Father cook, and her Mother read, as she hums along to the jazz that puts her at ease.

As she becomes a memory in his dream, a faint warning of what's to come.

Who knows, things are quiet, simple, easy.

Even if a person or two dies along the way.