( gif by hazzawckd < 3 )

( i actually hate this chapter a lot. this put me in a writers block and i just said fuck it, let me post it. its the shortest chapter in this whole book.)

No perspective, this what happened when she ran away.

(Y/N) was caught at a crossroads, barely lucid to be able to see straight as she pushed her way back through the back door and into the sweaty swaying bodies on the dance floor. She couldn't see a single thing clearly as the date rape drug entered her bloodstream from the bartender, the fear that if maybe Hobie didn't show up it would be worse. She thrashed and tripped through the bodies who moved to the melody, dodging her friends who were far too drunk to even realize that she was in danger.

Despite being drugged up, she knew that she was in danger and needed to get out of this stuffy club and back in her hotel room where she could be safe–at least for the night. As she pushed past the side door, she fell straight into the arms of a hard chest that immediately wrapped their arms around her waist to keep her up right. She felt a scream erupt in her lips but was shushed with a finger on her lips to calm her down. A worried look plastered on her face but calming once she came face to face with Miguel. Her bodyguard.

It didn't take him long to realize she was drugged up and needed help, with one arm wrapped around her waist and directed back to the hotel, (Y/N) felt like she could calm down.

Hobie Brown, a man with an impatient and harsh drive, waited for less than thirty seconds. He waited calmly and if you squinted, just a little bit patiently—he did this because he knew he could find her in a heartbeat. She was no match to him, drugged up or not. He lifted his arms above his head, pushing his neck to the side a little bit to give it a crack before pushing himself off the wall to start walking in the direction she jetted to.

(Y/N) thanked Miguel profusely, telling him she is sorry she hasn't come down to meet her bodyguard and he just waved her off, saying it's no big and that he gets it; working with a band like this you tend to get side tracked. The small conversation helped ground her mind, but the effects of the drugs were kicking in and she felt her poor body give out from under her and drop. But Miguel, with his heightened senses, caught her in time with his mask dropping. "Fuckin' Hobie, always ruining shit with his girl." He grumbled, pushing open the back door of the hotel that was unlocked by LYLA, heading to the elevator to go to the roof.

Hobie on the other hand, started squeezing past the bodies at a quicker pace for an unknown reason. His body started to sweat from an unknown threat that was causing him to almost break out in a run, but he couldn't risk anyone asking him what was wrong or what was going on; so he kept his pace, kept stalking after the girl like she was his prey when in all reality he could tell something wasn't right.

And he was right. His head snapped up to the top of the hotel where he could easily spot Miguel and a passed out (Y/N) in his arms walking along the ledge, Hobie didn't need a push to get him to go in that direction, he just needed an excuse to not kill Miguel for doing what he was doing. He always does this, jumping into his reality to be a hero for something that doesn't heroing.

(Y/N) was aware, but she couldn't bring herself to fully be aware. She knew Miguel would protect her, that was the job of a bodyguard. To protect and take care of whoever it was they were assigned to, but not that it mattered now. She didn't even realize she was on the edge of a building in his arms.

"Y'know, Miguel has always done this. Tried to fuck up the timelines because he messed up, but he doesn't realize I AM the one who has to fix it. I bet you don't even know about why your friend died, huh? About his psycho sister, huh? But I do! Me! Because I have to come right behind dumb, dumber, dumbest and major dumber to fix their problems in other realities."

Miguel placed (Y/N) down onto the floor of the roof, watching as she fumbled over to the ledge of the building, trying to keep her balance as she grabbed the edge to hold herself up. Her vision was becoming blurry and jumpy as she tried to focus on the cold air. She stumbled in her spot, almost falling over the edge but just managed to save herself in time.

She tried to call for someone down below, but her shaky hands and erratic mind wouldn't cooperate together.  Her legs became hard to stand on, her body weak of everything it had left. Breathing was becoming harder and harder, she almost forgot what it felt like to taste air.

Then the elevator chimed again.

Miguel's head shot towards the opened door, his gaze drawing into a sinister look. Even though he could see perfectly well in the dark, he could tell who's silhouette it was standing in the open elevator.

"Glad you could join the party, Hobie." He kissed his teeth, one foot resting on the ledge as the other was planted on the ground to hold him in place, his hand out like he was checking out his nails. "But you haven't missed much, she moves around a lot."

Hobie stepped calmly out of the elevator with the same blank look on his face, only his eyes were snapping between (Y/N) and Miguel with a distastefulness in his mouth by one of the two in front of him. Once he stepped out he continued to walk the remaining meters to Miguel, who was standing next to (Y/N) a bit away.

"You know what makes this all too familiar, Hobie." Miguel broke the silence, his crimson eyes staring at the side of Hobie's face who was too out of it while staring at the girl.

(Y/N), who knew Hobie was there but couldn't see too well, felt her eyes roll into the back of her head and her limbs that were holding her up for so long, finally gave into the date rape drug in her blood system. Everything in her mind went black with nothing but the sounds of her heartbeat.

Hobie stood frozen in place, not on purpose but from the tight grip Miguel had on his shoulder as he leaned down to his ear, his sinister voice scraping in all the wrong places in his brain. "I told you what would happen if you kept fucking with the timelines, now we have the inheritors missing in this one all because you think you can make this right. You can't. You know you can't."

"But I can try."

"You looked through over a thousand realities to try and change what you did to her best friend, and they all brought us to this exact moment. You can't change that fact."

Miguel walked over to the unconscious girl who leaned against the ledge of the building, halfway off the edge and halfway off. Her weight was nothing to him, easily picking her up with one arm under her body; switching to hold her over the edge of the building, taunting him. He calculated how fast it would be for a body to fall in terms of someone coming to save her in time, but Miguel lacked spider senses and had to go off being aware of his surroundings at all times. "You and I both know, in order to fix this timeline you are residing in, she has to die."

"Let her go, Miguel." Hobie reached out to move towards the two, LYLA trapping him from the ground up to only painfully watch instead. "You don't know what you are doing, the inheritors are the least of our problems right now if you drop that girl off the edge of the building."

"She won't be missed, Hobie. Who are you to tell. You need to trust me on this when I say, she will be the cause of a lot more death around you than with you. They will come back and wipe us all off the web, all for a girl who hates you? You think that one reality you saw changes the fact you will never fully have her? She hates you. She is scared of you. So you need to make a choice, either you and your friends lives or this one life who will not be missed."

"Let her go, Miguel."

In all the years Hobie has known Miguel, he has never seen a more sinister look on his face than today. Watching as his eyes dropped, fangs lightly came out and he swore he saw a dark shadow dawn over him like the moon disappearing.

"Alright." He said with a grim look, dropping the girl over the edge.