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TKM: My take on the last night.
Boo was in his home, per usual, and peeking from his shuttered windows when he saw two figures, one smaller than the other. He observes their silhouettes from afar as they walked closer. As he watched, a third figure appeared, further away, but much larger. Though he hadn't been involved with society in quite some time, he knew that darkness, children, and faceless figures more often than not were impending trouble. With this in mind, the large figure appeared even more menacing than before. He couldn't watch any longer. He made his greatest effort to run into the kitchen. Once there, he unsheathed a knife from it's drawer and stumbles out the back door. As he cautiously trudged closer to the figures, he was able to make one of them out, Jem. Which could only mean the oblong shape beside him was Scout. A new, stronger emotion washed over him in that instance of realization, a parent-like instinct. He had secretly watched over these kids throughout their childhood and developed an unspoken bond. He couldn't let the figure hurt them, not even a scratch.
As the children and third figure came closer to his home, he slunk down into the grass and trees to camouflage himself. He began planning. In the blinding dark boo was able to get behind the figure. Though his rushing made the children uneasy, he went undetected. He sprang on the figure but was thrown overhead onto the kids, specifically Scout. In a defensive frenzy, the figure lashed out into the darkness, unaware of whom he made contact with.
Boo had only just regained his balance when he saw the figure tussling with Jem. Scout lay bewildered in her disfigured costume a few feet away from them. The sight of this threw Boo into a blind rage. He withdrew the knife from his make shift holster in his belt and staggered toward the figure. He was unstable, but he had to get Jem out of harms way. He have Jem a quick shove that landed his head on a thick tree root, knocking him unconscious. The figure was stunned motionless at the sudden loss of physical contact. The figure stood, unaware of the man throwing himself toward him until the man had him on the ground. The man stabbed blindly, finally hitting a soft spot and forcing the knife deeper. The figure howled and continued to as Boo lifted himself away. Boo swept Jem up from the ground, listening to the figure grow quiet. He then looked to Scout as she reached them, searching only with her hands for her older brother. Boo slowly made his way to the Finch household, a limp hindering his gait.
In the house, Boo handed Jem over to their father and settled himself in a corner of the living room. He just then began to regain his grip on reality. Boo, the monster, the neighbor, and now the savior was in the living room of his children's home. How had this happened? What would he do now?
He remained quiet but attentive as the doctor, the sheriff, the woman, and the father discussed the situation and more importantly, Jems health. The night progressed without a venue change until the sheriff brought Scout, the father, and himself out onto the porch. Once again Boo chose the seat furthest from the group and kept to himself as the sheriff explained that the figure, Bob Ewell, had accidentally stabbed himself during his attack on the children. Boo knew this to be untrue, but knew something that was true and that was that the man was a monster and deserved to be convicted. That truth kept Boo from speaking up.
The discussion was over and the Sheriff had gone when Scout approached Boo. She invited him in to check on Jem. He was okay, at least he would be soon enough. Afterwards, Scout linked arms with Boo and lead him down the steps of the porch. She was aware of his instability, which made him feel good. She knew him, was in tune to his emotions and thoughts. They were closer than ever before and as Boo entered his house, he knew he could say farewell without feeling he'd truly left her. She had him, she knew it, he knew it. He had saved them from the true monster, and they would love him just as he loved them.
