Chapter 4
Sombra found herself standing in the middle of Jesse's living room with no recollection of how she got there. The whole damn place was a mess. The door was off its hinges laying on the ground, shards of glass sharp as serrated knives lay shattered in disarray. Spent cartridges of ammunition were scattered across the foyer. Bullet holes pocketed the walls and door frames, shotgun and revolver rounds by the looks of it. Then she noticed the blood. There was so much blood, a trail lead into the kitchen and around the corner. She swallowed hard, and her fists were clenched tight. She summoned all her courage and slowly began to follow the trail. She slowly crept into the kitchen, as she peeked around the corner her eyes widened in utter horror. McCree lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood, a large black blade had been lodged in between his eyes with a small note shoved on the blade. Sombra looked away and tried to keep herself from vomiting. She held in the tears that threatened to spill out. There lay the one human being that had ever shown her any real kindness, no strings attached. She approached his lifeless corpse, and knelt down beside him and closed his soulless eyes.
What kind of monster would do this?
Sombra ripped the note off the blade and flipped it over, parsed the words, and dropped it in a mixture of anger and sadness.
"Best wishes Sombra, R."
"Bastardo."
Then she heard it, his haunting cackle. It was far off, no, no it was coming closer, he was coming for her. It was growing louder, so loud it was almost deafening, she could almost feel him upon her, her heart raced, sweat dripped from her brow, her breathing labored.
I'VE GOT TO HIDE, I NEED T-
Before she could even finish her panicked thoughts she felt the barrel of his gun press against the back of her head.
"Sweet Dreams, niña."
She gasped and closed her eyes and braced for it to all be over.
. . . . . .
Jesse stood alone in his kitchen, he was gathering the necessary ingredients to make himself a turkey sandwich.
"This is gonna be so much better than the slop they served us in the mess hall in Gibraltar."
Before he could finish the sandwich, he was overcome with the need to use the restroom. He headed toward the bathroom, but as he was about to open the door he heard Sombra muttering audibly. His curiosity got the better of him, he quietly opened her door so he could hear her more clearly. She was mumbling about hiding and running away, she was also breaking out in a cold sweat. From what Jesse could tell, she was having a nightmare, an intense one at that. He pondered on whether or not he should wake her up, how would she react when she found him shaking her awake? Ultimately he decided it was better to wake her up and bring her back to reality, then to let her suffer in a nightmare. Jesse slowly placed his hand on her shoulder, and gently rocked her back and forth.
"Hey Sombra, come on, wake up." he whispered.
It wasn't enough to wake her from her agitated slumber.
"Sombra, come on now, up and at em's"
Still not enough.
She muttered, "Please don't, I don't want to die."
Jesse felt a twinge of pain deep down inside of him. He had made a plea like that himself once, the pain he felt, the shame, all the more reason to wake her up immediately. He gave her one good hard shake.
"Sombra!" he barked.
Sombra shot upright, she was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. She was a goddamn mess.
"You doin alright? Seemed like there was a cheap horror movie going on in your head." Jesse smiled trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a nightmare, I get them a lot, by the way, how did you know to come in and wake me up?"
Jesse told her the entire story, including the turkey sandwich and having to answer nature's call. Sombra just nodded, and pondered the meaning of the dream, was it a foreshadowing of events to come?
"Well, I'm gonna go finish making lunch if you don't mind." he chimed.
Jesse turned to exit and Sombra's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist tightly.
"No! Not the kitchen!" she pleaded.
"But...the turkey's gonna go bad!" he said innocently.
Sombra felt herself smile. It was just a nightmare, that's all there was to it.
"Well, in that case, you best start making a second one because I'm fucking starving."
Jesse chuckled and walked out before she could stand up from the bed. As she went to follow him out; she turned and looked at her cellphone and sneered.
"Puto Culo" she growled and followed McCree to the kitchen.
. . . . . .
Jesse and Sombra sat on the couch, eating turkey sandwiches and rediscovering the joy of daytime television. Sombra held the remote flipping through channel after channel hoping something interesting would catch her eye.
"There's shit on." she conceded and tossed the remote down on a vacant cushion.
"Yepp." Jesse replied with a mouth full of turkey.
The sound of a 8-bit western tune started playing, Jesse looked down at his pockets, reached in and pulled out an ancient flip phone. He flipped it open and turned to her.
"I gotta take this, I'll be right back." he stated.
"Okay, see ya cowboy." she piped.
She could almost feel his disapproval as he walked out of the room; while Jesse took his call she sat there alone, watching a reality TV show about Omnics in Hollywood.
"Who the hell enjoys this shit?" she questioned.
Right as she was about to hear about Omnic Unit 34 was cheating on Omnic Unit 45 by simulating intercourse with the fire alarm, Jesse walked back into the living room, pushing his flip phone back into his pocket.
"Hate to spoil the finale for ya but Unit 47 is pregnant with Unit 23's database." he commented sarcastically
"Damn, and I was just beginning to enjoy this show." she muttered.
"So I hate to pry but who called you?"
"Oh, that was just an old friend of mine. We go way back, been friends for awhile now. She wanted to know if I was busy and I told her that I was just entertaining a new friend at my place and she asked if she could come pop in for a visit. I told her it was no trouble at all. She'll be here in a couple of hours."
"She?" Sombra questioned.
"Do I sense a hint of jealously?" he teased.
Sombra blushed for a second then regained her usual composure.
"Oh no, I'm fine with whatever putas you bring home." she joked.
Jesse threw back his head and laughed as he sat back down on the couch.
"Oh sorry honey, but they ain't for me." Jesse winked at her before letting out a hearty laugh.
Sombra caught the joke and slugged him hard on the shoulder which only made him laugh harder.
"So what is this mystery girl's name, cowboy?" she prodded.
"Its Gun- you know what, forget it, and I call her Munchkin."
"No, her actual name." she probed
"Yeah, its Munchkin" he reiterated.
"Alright, can't wait to meet Miss Munchkin then." she conceded knowing she probably couldn't pull her real name out of him.
The two settled in and continued watching television and drinking beer, waiting for his second guest to arrive. The shows never got any better which lead to them giving live commentary to try and make the shows actually funny.
"I still can't believe that Brenda is in love with Chad. Like, what does she even see in him." Sombra commented.
"It's the bad boy mentality, don't know why chicks love it, but they do." Jesse said lazily.
"What would you know about being a bad boy, cowboy?" Sombra asked inquisitively.
"Well, in my experience, they all seem to get that vibe from me the day after if you catch my drift" he boasted.
"Oh god, those poor women, how do they put up with you smelling like turkey sandwiches and motor oil." She said as she pinched her nose.
"Hey now, that ain't the truth! I don't smell like that…" Jesse said as he sniffed himself.
"Well...I could use some deodorant now that you mention it…"
Sombra proceeded to roll off the couch, laughing hysterically, laughing so hysterically she thought she was gonna meet Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates. Just as Jesse was gonna make a comment, the doorbell rang.
"Excuse me." Jesse said slightly perturbed.
He left to go answer the door leaving Sombra alone on the couch. Sombra then could hear a girl's voice, it was high pitched, and sounded vaguely familiar. Jesse came back into the living room followed by a short teenage girl. Sombra instantly recognized her. It was Hana Song, Aka .
"Oh my god, is that you?!"
Hana smiled and flashed her a peace sign.
"In the flesh, ...wait, do I know you?" Hana tapped her chin with her pointer finger as if it was helping her think. Apparently it did something, because Hana's eyes lit up.
"OMG, YOU'RE LATINASTARFIRE!" She cried out.
Sombra giggled, happy that Hana had recognized her.
"Latina star fire?" Jesse interjected confused. "What in the hell?"
"That's her stream name, you hermit!" Hana laughed.
"Oh damnit, this is gonna be a long night" Jesse sighed as he cracked open another beer.
"Yep now that I'm here, let's get this party started bitches!" Hana cheered.
Sombra cheered.
Jesse swigged his beer.
"Dear Lord, I don't ask for much, but please, PLEASE, Take me from this world peacefully tonight, Amen."
End Chapter 4
