Spider Society (a x hobie)

Chapter 2

3rd person P.O.V.

BTW THE REST OF THE STORY IS MADE UP BY ME, NOT WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN, IT JUST FITS THE CHARACTER BETTER!!!!!! IF THIS IS HOW IT ENDS OUT I SEVERELY DOUBT IT!

Hobie had been hanging out in his dimension for a while, probably four or five hours, when he remembered he should check up on you. Knowing you would retaliate against Miguel and get kicked out, he grabbed the watch he made for himself and set in your dimension. 

After walking through the portal like device, he found himself in the same alleyway as before, the dark and cold environment almost like after a rainstorm. It was dark, almost midnight, and he seemed to be unbothered by such, finding you on the ground with a blanket covering your back. 

Before the portal closed, it amited just enough light to see that the blanket was damp, with some dark liquid. Unidentifiable with the light disappearing.

Hobie looked down at you, sighed, and picked you up. The liquid soaking his cloths dark. Walking over to the trash can grabbed your bag, ripping it from the vines that connected it and setting you down. Making sure you're leaning up against the trash bin as he opens the bag.

Going unnoticed by Hobie, the vines seemed to be wilting, but the closer you got to them the worse they got, as though you were taking their energy and having it help you. This would happen anytime you got close to plants when you got hurt. It would help you when you started healing.

"Bloody hell, what'd you get yourself into love?" Hobie whispered to himself, digging through your bag to find some sort of indications on where you live. Finding your planner, phone and a note that has your information. He uses your face to open it, putting in the information about the address and finding the quickest route.

He picked you up bridal style, but unknown to him, he was pressing on your wounds. His hands were covered in blood but the darkness covered that.

While he's carrying you home, he can't help but admiring you. He doesn't know why he acts like such around you, but he feels like you two have a connection.

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Your P.O.V.

I wake up, get out of bed, and look around. The stale air and light of the moon showing my bedroom. Noticing that my first aid kit is laying at the foot of my bed from when I used it last two days ago, dealing with a nasty villain. There also was a figure in the couch at the corner of my room, but it might be a trick of the light.

Still in a daze, I look over and grab my water to drink. I was beyond thirsty and hungry so I walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar and some water with ice since my one besides my bed was lukewarm. 

Walking back into the room and opening the granola bar, I notice that the thing on my couch is still there. At first I thought it was a trick of the light but now, I wasn't so sure.

Turning on the light I see HOBIE in my ROOM! And then the memories flooded back to me. I walked over to the body mirror and looked at my back, I was still in my suit but it was stained with blood and ripped along the back.

I looked over at Hobie, the darkness must have made it so then he couldn't see it, or he just didn't care for me. Probably just thought he did his prt by taking me over to my house. Although I noticed he was soaked with drying blood, and his suit was ruined. 

As for the cuts, they had crusted over with dry blood. There was four long, deep slashes and one a little shorter, probably the thumb, all of which were covered in dirt due to being thrown into a wall. The skin around it was torn and flaking off, luckily you couldn't see bone since it was less than half an inch deep, but I haven't always been so lucky.