You're fucking insane, I hate you.. (A dead plate fanfiction)

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Now this chapter might be a little short cause I'm working on a small oneshot for you guys tho it sadly won't be cannon in this book and it's about the demon and priest dead plate AU :3 )

3rd pov:

Rody held his shoulder in pain as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding. He weakly tore a piece of his shirt off with one of his hands and wrapped it around the wound on his shoulder before tying it with a small grunt of pain. He stood up from the ground, and luckily enough, the door to exit the basement-like room was unlocked. He paused for a moment before slowly opening the door, making sure it didn't creak. He walked out and grabbed a small glass bottle from the kitchen incase Vincent found him trying to escape he looked around carefully before slowly walking towards the front door to try to make a run for it but before he even could Vincent was behind him and his eyes widened as he turned to face him and instantly swinging the glass bottle towards his head.

Rody's pov:

I knew I needed to escape fast or else Vincent might make me get sent back to the basement-like-room and I aimed the glass bottle at Vincent's head making sure to see if it hit him hard enough before quickly running off and out of his house but I didn't recognize the area I was in and kept running and running for what felt like forever until I found somewhere that I kind of recognized though it wasn't really helpful because I only been in this place once from when I went on a date with Manon. It was like a small bar that was surprisingly really cheap. I looked around almost desperately for one of those street telephones and luckily enough for me there was one, and I instantly walked towards it to call my old coworker to see if they could bring me home..

Vincent's pov:

I grunted as the glass had hit my head and felt a tad bit dizzy as I put a hand to clutch the area above my forehead where Rody had hit me with the glass bottle.. I swear I am gonna kill him when I find him and this time I won't let him escape from me... I went to my bathroom to see that I was bleeding a little from the earlier impact and I bandaged my head up while looking at the scars on my face and neck they almost looked hideous and I can't even wear my contacts anymore cause of how my eyes were slightly damaged from the fire I hated the way the scars looked on me..

(POV: this is how the scars look and credits to Aziidaa :DD on tiktok for the beautiful art! Make sure to go check them out :3)

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Back to Vincent's pov:

I punched the mirror hard before instantly regretting it since I would have to buy another one later on. I looked at the blood that dripped down from my knuckles onto the floor before bandaging them up with a cloth and exited the bathroom not caring about the glass that was on the bathroom floor and sink since I could just clean it up later though I still needed to find Rody... I will make sure that I find him and when I do...

(Timeskip cause idk what else to put and this is when Rody's coworker came to pick him up and now he is finally back home)

3rd pov:

Rody was pacing around his house panicking since he already knew that Vincent was going to come after him and he no longer felt safe in his own home cause he knew where he lived. Though he couldn't stay at a friend's because he didn't have any and couldn't go to his old coworker's house because he already knew that he wouldn't be allowed to. He didn't even have a job anymore and now had to find a new one since Vincent killed his old boss but he remembered what his old coworker said about a job opening that was at a bar where he could maybe work at and he was gonna take it cause he had no other choice but to. Rody made a call on the outdoor street telephone to see what type of job he was gonna do and how the pay was. Turns out that the job was to be a stripper... but he was gonna earn a good amount of money so he couldn't really complain too much and he excepted the job his first training along with first shift was gonna be the next weekend.

Rody's pov:

I didn't really know how to feel about becoming a stripper but I was at least gonna earn a good enough amount of money for me to get back on track and maybe even have a better living style though it was probably gonna take me a while to earn enough money to get my ear back along with a new place to stay cause I wasn't comfortable living here anymore since Vincent knows where I live. Though I feel like no matter what I do he is always gonna end up finding me one way or another so what was the point of me moving?... I thought before quickly snapping out of it cause I didn't want to have anymore bad thoughts about Vincent or anything at that matter as I clutched onto the locket of me any Manon's past relationship I still miss her everything about her was beautiful the way she talked, smiled, laughed and even walked though she was now gone because of the man that I hate so much...

(Timeskip you guys! A few months had passed now)

3rd pov:

Rody had been working as a stripper for a while now and he had gotten used to what he had to wear on the job and act. shit he was starting to maybe even like it a bit for some reason though the attention was almost embarrassing at times. in the crowd of people he seemed to recognize someone almost too familiar... It was Vincent... the one person he didn't want to see especially at this time but he had to keep the show going or else he was gonna get in trouble by his boss but he kept his eyes on Vincent to make sure he doesn't go anything to anyone especially his boss or anyone he currently talked to that were there. After his little show he quickly ran into the dressing room to go change and hide from Vincent but before he could do anything he was right behind him. Rody turned to face Vincent "Leave now!!" He shouted while looking at him scared but also upset. Vincent only did not leave he tried to pull Rody into a chokehold. "Leave!!! Before I call security!" Rody attempted to fight back but couldn't get again because the trauma was coming back to him..

(Cliffhanger!)

(1224 words in total. Please tell me if I made any grammar mistakes!)