Brock’s backstory
Brock was lying in his hospital bed, dreaming that same dream he so often had dreamt. Like a flashback to when his life started to turn dark.
In each dream his mother is running with him – he is an infant in her arms – she looks toward the orphanage & runs over to it like her life depended upon it, as she got to the entrance of the orphanage, she looks left then right, then gently puts him down on the entry way, rings the doorbell, and sprints away from the scene!
But he can never see her face! He had never known what she looked like.
The dream continues, the big doors open up, and she is there, “hell-oh, who left you out here little sweetie!”
It is Millie Hobart, 17 years of age. Scanning all around she searched far and wide for whomever had left this little treasure there, while scooping Brock up into her loving arms, & a small piece of paper caught her attention, as she closed the door, she walked her way to nursery part of the orphanage & went to a rocking chair in the corner of the nursery room, slowly sat down on rocking chair, then she sung him a little lullaby to put him to sleep, as the lullaby began in his memories, he snoozed fast asleep.
as he did so, the three boys sat down by the hospital curb thinking of what else to do? “so, what are we gonna do while wait for him to recover from his surgery,” asked Ben, “well, I might have a solution to this one.” Mr. Marchinko chimed in, he half unbuttoned his jacket & took out a small letter from his inner pocket, as he took it out, he handed it to Hobart, “these are the original results of your discovery Hobart, but, try not to be disappointed or shout too loudly, because it would seem he’s currently asleep.” As if on que, they heard a quiet snoring sound coming from the 2nd floor window cracked half ajar, then they stood back up on the sidewalk & walked over to the benches near the entrance of the park, as Hobart opened up the envelope with baited breathe, he pulled out the letter & as he read it, it said “skull fragment of Mrs. Cubenovscy” he was shocked, “no way” said ben, “how preposterous” said Dean, “indeed I’m as shocked as all you are,” exclaimed a familiar voice, they all looked to the right & saw none other than Hobart’s mother, “I’m sorry for keeping it a secret from you up to this point, I just didn’t know how to tell all of you.” She said, “mom, why would you keep this from us,” asked Hobart, “just go to where you guys discovered her skull fragment,” as she said that, they all looked at each other & ran towards the big dip where Hobart tripped & fell off his bike, & as they got to the big dip, there, stood a small grave stone that read, “here lies Mr. & Mrs. Cubinovscy, years 1956-2011,” & as he read the cause of death “cause of death,- mauled & gored to death by the warden of the big dip,” Hobart was astonished & by the time he read that, they looked down at the grave site, there Hobart just realized the thing he had done, “awe man, why did I mistake it for a megalodons tooth,” Hobart sighed, “mom, you should have given me this piece info the moment I got to the museum” Hobart said frustratedly, “again I am very sorry, but I was just hoping that you would understand,” she exclaimed, “but before you get any more frustrated, please read this, it’s her final wishes before she was killed,” she handed Hobart the same piece paper she found on brock, as he read it, “no way, what?” Gasped Hobart, “Ben, Dean, check this out” as Ben & Dean looked over, Mrs. Hobart was reminded the day she sang that lullaby to little brock, as she finished, little brock was fast asleep, then she stood up & walked him over to a nearby empty cradle, she slowly but gently place the tiny body in the cradle, unraveling the cloth covering him as she did so, <does a scan as in first aid training for signs of injury and trauma> then she gently pulled a blanky to cover his body, as she finished putting him to bed, she turned & stealthily tip toed away into the back room, she closed door behind her quietly trying not to be too loud, as she turned on the light, she walked over to the table, she looked at the small piece of paper & noticed it was actually a folded sheet of paper taped closed, it read “dear sis, I’m sorry to inform you that I am currently be hunted by the warden of the the big dip, I’m leaving my son Brock in your care, please protect him with your life like you did with me in the past, sincerely your sister, Agatha ” as Hobart read the letter, a realization came to light, “holy crap, brock cubinovscy is my cousin!” He gasped, then suddenly Dean fainted, Ben said with astonishment, “no wonder you & brock are so alike,” Dean woke up, “we should get him a place to live!” Dean proclaimed, “after he’s out of the hospital” he said, they ran over to Hobart’s house, a phew days later, brock was fully mended up & discharged from the hospital, as he was about to leave for his place, there stood Hobart & Mrs. Hobart at the entrance with a small banner they had made for him, that banner read, “happy recovery cuz,” as he saw Mrs. Hobart, his eyes welled up, he speed walked over to her, arms stretched out wide, & he hugged her tightly, “Mrs. Hobart, thank you so much for taking care of me up to this point” wailed brock wiping his tears up, “brock, you’ll still be in my care,” said Mrs. Hobart, brock opened his eyes in astonishment & slowly looked up, “what,” he asked, “did you not read the banner,” said Hobart, brock reread the message, “no way, so I was bullying my cousin all this time,” brock gasped, “yeah, it’s shocker to me as well,” said Hobart, “let’s go to my place, We have another surprise for you,” Hobart added, as they walked over to his home, brock was met with beautiful house, with a balcony above the entrance of the house, as they went inside, “come on, your surprise is upstairs,” Hobart said excitedly, “hey now, slow down there bro, I just got out of the hospital,” exclaimed Brock, but as he went upstairs he saw it, right beside Hobart’s bedroom door was another door witch read, “Brock’s room,” “omg, so are you forgiving me after all those thing’s I did to you & your friends.” Brock gasped, “trust me cuz, the water was already underneath the bridge the moment I got the intel that you were my mother’s sister’s son,” as Brock was about to start crying tears of joy again, “plus, of course, we already got the paperwork for your adoption into the family,” a joyful Hobart proclaimed, “HELL YEAH, I’m no longer an orphan! & even better, I’m cousin of Gregory Hobart,” Cheered Brock, “come on Hobart, let’s head to my old base of operations,” Brock asked, “on it sir,” Hobart replied, they rushed over to his home, it was a bush craft treehouse with a radio antenna on it’s roof, it was located 10 metres away from civilization, “Hobart, can you climb the ladder and bring the pulley-lift down for me to use,” asked Brock, “aye aye captain,” replied Hobart, he climbed up the ladder & got to the top, there was a piece rope tied to a make shift hook, the rope held up a small platform suspended from the ground, he grasped the rope & untied the end tied to hook, he lowered the platform for Brock, as the platform got to the forest floor, Brock got onto the platform, & just as the platform was about to be hoisted up, they heard a low rumble, “oh-no,” Brock whimpered, “what was that Brock,” asked Hobart, “pull me up faster, please,” Brock ordered, Hobart pulled the rope with all his might, & as soon as Brock was in the treehouse, he walked off the platform, Hobart tied up the rope to the hook, “what wrong man?” Asked Hobart, “look” said Brock pointing down below, as Hobart looked down below, there was the source of the rumbling, a boar the size of a black bear, the build of a bull, with a tusk size of a banana on the right of his head & what looked to be a broken tusk on the left of his head, the boars face had a small scar above the brow, “that boar is the warden of the big dip,” groaned Brock, “you have got to be kidding me,” Hobart said surprised, Brock walked inside the treehouse, Brock jogged over to a military radio, he put on some headphones & started tuning into a certain frequency, as soon he heard a clear signal, “alpha132, alpha132, come in, over,”Brock asked, “alpha132 here, what’s your situation, over,” said the voice, “the big fish has arrived, I repeat the big fish has arrived, over,” announced Brock, “copy that, eta is 10 second’s from local, I repeat 10 seconds from local, over,” replied the voice, “Roger, over & out,” then he clicked off the channel, then 5 seconds later, Hobart & Brock could hear the sound of a quad speeding through the forest, & the source of the sound, was a man who was in his 30’s with the wardens tusk & a video camera mounted on the quad bike, a long & sturdy lance in his right hand, & a pistol in his left hand, Hobart looked on in astonishment, “no gosh darn way, your friends with hunter,” asked Hobart, “correction, I’m friends with the worlds most fierce chef,” said Brock, “I present to you, sir Samson Calihand,” as soon he said that, the warden of the big dip turned his head toward Samson in fear, & charged away from the scene, but quad bike was too fast for the boar, & as it closed in fast, shink, the lance pierced through the warden’s buttocks & out the mouth, “yeehaw, finally got him” shouted Samson with excitement, then he circled back to Hobart & Brock, & with a thud & shake, he dropped his trophy with satisfaction, “yay, the big dip is safe from the warden’s wrath, mom, dad, you two can finally rest in piece,” Brock cheered, “dang, that was awesome,” Hobart gasped, “hey Brock my boy, who’s that young man beside you,” asked Samson, “long story boss, I tell you everything once we’re down there,” relied Brock, “wait, you knew this would happen, didn’t you,” asked Hobart, “guilty as charged,” replied Brock, as they both took pulley-lift down, Hobart couldn’t help but gaze in amazement at Samson, who looked like a living mountain with a big beard, there were 2 brass & silver cross pedant’s that read, “the greater the beard, the mightier the religion,” sporting a lumber jacket & a camouflage jeans, with size 10 steel toed boots, “hey, remember that time I told you about my parents graves,” said Brock, “yeah” replied Samson, “well, apparently just today-“ just Brock was about tell him about Hobart, “Samson, is that you,” said a familiar voice, as Samson turned around, “hey, Mr. Marchinko old friend, it’s so good to see you,” bellowed Samson, “good to see you too Samson, oh hey boys.” Said Mr. Marchinko, “you two know each other,” asked Hobart & Brock puzzled, “yes, of course, who couldn’t forget his favourite costumer,” said Samson, “oh, that’s right, Mr. Marchinko is a regular at your restaurant,” exclaimed Brock, “wait, he is that famous,” said Hobart, “indeed he is, hey, is this boar what I think is,” asked Mr. Marchinko, “oh hell yeah, brother,” said Brock & Samson, “alright then, oh, I take it Brock that you finally found a new place to live at,” “yup, & that at my adoptive mother’s house, & I forgot to mention of course, Samson this is Gregory Hobart, a long lost cousin of mine,” said Brock cheerfully, “wrong way around, buster, your the long lost cousin,” said Hobart, “my goodness, he’s your long lost cousin,” asked Samson, “yes” Brock answered, “but, I can use your help, I’m trying to move base,” said Brock, “say no more” replied Samson, as he said that, he reached into the trunk of the tree, he yanked a hidden chain downward & the treehouse itself began to lower to the ground, as the treehouse hit the ground, Hobart marched in with Brock, as Hobart was about grab something, “hold on, I’ll you what bring to your place, most of this stuff is Samson’s gear,” said Brock, “Indeed, because of course this is one of my many hunter’s blinds,” said Samson, “I’m currently working at his restaurant as a waiter in order for me to live here,” said Brock, Hobart nodded in agreement & went ahead grabbing Brock’s stuff, “I’ll go get you guys a wagon to cart the his stuff home,” said Mrs. Marchinko, “thank you sir” replied Hobart, “who wants a victory trophy of the spoils,” asked Samson, “we do” Hobart & Brock answered joyfully, as they approached the warden of the big dip, Hobart spotted something on the warden glistening in the sunset, there on the wardens tusk, was a small locket with a heart, & the heart had a message, it read “AxB” Brock walked over to the locket & opened it up, it was a picture of him & his mother, Brock shedding a tear, closed his eyes & made a cross motion with his finger,
Running Down Vimy 