Bloody Knuckles || Vance Hopper X Reader

Late Night Run

I sat on the red swing, not swinging but just admiring the view of the dark, cloudy sky that was filled with the coldness of the moon.

I had lost track of time, but I knew it was past midnight, meaning that everyone had gone home for the night.

Originally, I had come here to read peacefully, but I easily got distracted and started into the abyss.

I closed the book in my hands, No Longer Human, a short book written by Osamu Dazai.

The book was well written, but it was based on the terrible life of the main character, Oba Yozo, who was clearly based on the author.

I wasn't a huge fan of Osamu's books, for his books weren't all that great, but it amazed me how well written they were for those times.

It was clear that the Japanese-author wasn't a complete great person—but no one would be after driving his wife to commit suicide.

I left the thought behind and started swinging myself on the red swing, making it make a CHINNN noise as it swung.

It had been a few minutes until I started hearing footsteps from behind me, making me stop in my action and look over my shoulder.

There stood a tall, male figure, who I quickly recognized.

"Changed your mind, yes?" I asked, whispering low, but loud enough for him to hear me in the dead silence.

He scoffed, "whatever you mean?"

I sighed and stood up, dropping the book that was no longer in my lap.

"Listen here, arsehole," I started, "if you think I will go, and handle your 'I hate you when I'm around others but I'll be friendly when alone with you' shit, then let me tell you otherwise."

He glared at you, only making you glare back at him, "I don't act in such stupid way, it's only you who goes around thinking we're friends."

You have to be kidding me.

"No idea what kind of drug you are on now, Hopper, but must I remind you that you were the one who kept acting all nice around me?"

He started stepping towards me, making me stand my ground and puff my chest as I huffed. He grabbed my arm, raising it over his head to make sure I was looking at him and nothing else.

Even if he was a major arsehole, I couldn't deny it, he was very good looking. I didn't know what exactly was the good looking part, if it was his gold, curly hair, or his crystal blue pale eyes, or was it maybe the way he didn't handle people's bullshit? I couldn't tell, and probably will never be able to.

"I'm not into some kind of drug, I know my place and I know when to stop. You are just hallucinating with this whole 'friendship' thing you've created in your mind."

I groaned, "I wouldn't imagine such things, you probably just messed around with my mind and decided to insert those thoughts into it."

"So you admit to thinking about it?" He smirked, I didn't even think about my words, and that was my mistake, but I didn't show it.

No way I'm letting an arsehole like him get to me.

"Oh please, you are putting words in my mouth! Would you just leave me the fuck alone once and for all?"

I turned around, bending over to grab my book and walk away, but before I could, Vance had pushed me down to the floor, making me scrape my hands and knees.

"JUST WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" I screamed at his, trying to get myself up before he kicked me back to the floor.

It was really no wonder the guy had no girlfriend, he was a major arsehole, and even if he did, she would have to be an idiot if she liked him for his angry personality.

If only he didn't have such an impulsive personality, then maybe, just maybe, girls wouldn't be afraid and would want to date him.

Just when I was about to scream at him again I saw the same ban that I knew screamed trouble, so I stayed silent. He must've noticed cause he turned the way I was looking at.

I noticed he stuffed slightly—almost as if he knew the same thing I did, but I didn't mention it, because I knew he would lash out on me.

I quickly got up and crouched down, going to the nearest bush to hide since I noticed the man wearing the hat hadn't noticed us just yet.

Vance did the same, crouching and trying to head to the nearest bust, but by then, the man had noticed him.

The pale guy rapidly got out of his ban, heading our way, and out of rush I grabbed Vance's hand and started backing away from the man slowly to show that we didn't want him near.

"Sorry if I frightened you," he stated, clearly noticing our overwhelmed figures, "but I couldn't help but wonder what two kids are doing out here at this hour and all alone."

He was slowly trying to get close to us, only to make us back away further from him.

He sighed, "I could take both of y'all home, I ain't a thread."

"He's clearly lying." Whispered Vance to me. The man, due to his age, not being able to hear us.

"We're fine, we are in any need for your help, sir." I spoke, trying my best to sound calm and polite without raising any eyebrows.

"I insist, please, I wouldn't want either of you getting hurt."

Me and Vance turned to look at each other, him shaking his head no.

"No, we're going now."

I sighed, having to agree with Vance in this one, whoever liked risking their life like this is crazy enough to be put into a mental institution.

The man was about to say something but Vance quickly ran, pulling me with him.

I had left my book behind, not even caring about it at the moment.

"He's clearly trying to get us both inside his ban." Vance yelled as we ran.

I was rather surprised, "But two in one? Is he trying to get caught?!"

"No fucking idea, and I don't wanna know!"

We could tell that the fucker was following us, because we heard the sound of a car nearing us, but clearly he was maintaining his distance and trying to be as silent as possible.

It was dead silent at night, so you could hear those who love to take late night walks. In this case, a late night run.

We had no fucking idea how long we had been running for, nor how many times we ran out of breaths and has to stop due to the pain in our feet, but we didn't completely stop running due to the danger we were in at the moment.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the neighborhood Vance lived in came into view.

"Go, I'll get back home as safely as possible." I told him as we breathed heavily.

"Don't you dare die on me [L/N]." He said and nodded to me as he ran home, climbing his window to get inside.

It was clear that the boy didn't have a stable household, probably the reason for his anger, but one could never tell.

I didn't even want to think of it at the moment, I just wanted to get home safely and be able to breathe again.

I got to the neighborhood I lived in, but the demon had caught up to me by then.

I didn't even make it home.