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Rody stood outside La Gueule de Saturne, watching as it burned down in flames. Along with it, went Vincent Charbonneau. Burnt to a crisp.
Rody just watched the flames for a bit, still trying to process what had just happened.
He'd just brutally killed his boss, stabbed him through the neck and set him ablaze. Yet, he felt absolutely nothing.
Well, maybe expect for hunger.
He sighed, looking around to see if there was anybody there. He didn't want anyone to see him leaving the 'scene of the crime.'
When he saw no one, he started walking. He wasn't really sure where he was going, just the first place he saw that served food and was open.
He managed to find a fast food restaurant, and walked inside.
Despite being covered in blood, his clothes messy, and quite literally missing an ear. He ordered some food, and paid the very concerned cashier.
He just sat down and ate after that, more focused on the food than anything else at the moment. It was for the best too, he didn't need to be thinking about what had just happened.
Sure he'd just committed several very bad crimes, but it wasn't something he wanted to focus on.
He wanted to focus on the burger and fries he'd ordered.
Well, he tried to focus on that.
The moment he took a bite of the burger, he felt sick. The taste and texture of the meat making him nauseous, causing him to quickly spit it out into a napkin.
He breathed heavily, feeling his body tremble slightly.
He couldn't eat meat. Not after what just happened, what he'd experienced, what he was almost fed. He just- couldn't do it.
He took a deep breath, and ran his fingers through his hair. A few of the strands still wet with blood.
He didn't know if it was his or Vince's. He didn't want to think about it.
He settled on just eating the fries, food was food, and he desperately needed something to fill the void in his chest.
He ate, and tried to think about anything besides what had happened. He probably needed to go to a hospital or something on the count of he'd gotten his fucking ear bitten off- but that could wait til later.
For now he ate, focusing on the salty taste and soft texture of the fries. He suddenly appreciated the taste of fast food fries more than he'd ever appreciated anything else.
He supposed he appreciated having not been killed, and then being eaten by his crazy boss.. but the fries remained on top.
After he ate he threw away his trash and the uneaten burger, and left.
He started his walk home, the night's events being pushed to the back of his mind for later. He wanted to get home first, he wanted to shower and change clothes, get out of this filthy uniform. Maybe burn it too.
He was surprisingly slow at getting home.
He walked slowly, sometimes stopping to collect himself again.
Despite how badly he wanted to clean up and lie down, he was exhausted from everything that had happened. He was just way too tired to try and hurry back to his apartment.
It was late at night, and there weren't many people walking by. Which was probably a good thing, considering the state he was in.
When Rody did finally make it home, the first thing he did was rush to his bathroom.
He looked at himself in the dirty mirror, seeing how much of a mess he truly was.
The left side of his head was covered in blood, some of it still wet. His ear on that side was obviously gone, all that was left behind was torn up skin and a bloody hole.
He lifted his hand up the the side of his head where his ear had been, and snapped.
He winced as the sound rang through his skull, making him curse quietly under his breath. He could still hear, it just rang painfully from that side of his head.
He wasn't sure if he should tend to the wound first, or shower first.
He didn't know how to take care of a wound like this, it was obvious he needed to go to a hospital or something- but there was no way he could afford the medical attention.
In the end he decided he'd shower first, get all the blood washed away and his body cleaned up before tending to the wound and passing out.
He stripped off the messy and slightly bloody uniform, and turned his shower on. He hesitated as he stepped under the water, which wasn't as warm as he would've liked it to be.
He winced as the water ran over his wound, tears pricking his eyes slightly. It hurt like hell.
Despite the pain and how much he wanted to cry out in agony, he focused on washing away all the blood.
He didn't use any soap, not wanting to make his ear sting. Could he even still call it an ear still? It had been quite literally ripped off.
It was more like a slight hole in the side of his head, where sound could travel through in painful waves for his brain to register.
He didn't really want to call it an ear hole, even if there was basically nothing there- it was still his ear.
The water ran down his body in reddish pink streams from the blood, the only indication he had of it all being washed away was when the water ran clear. That's when he decided to get out.
He turned the water off, dried off, found some decently clean clothes to change into, and started to patch up his ear.
He wasn't sure exactly what to do, but he had some knowledge.
He laid a bunch of gaze over top of it, put some padding over that, and used some medical tape to keep it in place. It was messy, but it worked.
His ear had stopped bleeding at some point during his shower, so he just slapped what he could over top it to protect it from getting infected.
He'd go the hospital if it got infected.
Finally after what felt like the longest night of his life, Rody collapsed down onto his couch, which was also he bed.
He laid on his stomach, his right arm hanging off the couch, while he had his face buried in the left.
He laid like that for awhile, sitting in the silence of his messy apartment.
Eventually a small quiet sob escaped past his lips, everything finally catching up to him now that he was safe at home.
Manon was dead, and he'd just brutally murdered the guy who killed her.
He'd lost the love of his life, and had killed somebody.
It was his fault Manon was gone, he should have never gone to work for Vince, and he should've never mentioned her to him.
He should have just worked on taking care of himself, instead of self destructing because he felt unworthy of care.
Maybe if he had just listened to her, had taken care of himself for once, none of this would have happened.
He didn't know where he was supposed to go from here, didn't have a clue what to do.
All he could do for the time being in cry for Manon, and for killing another human being. The guilt knawed away at him, and he tried to block it from his mind.
Vince deserved it, didn't he?
Rody had no clue. He didn't feel any remorse or regret for killing Vince, but he did feel grief, and guilt.
Vince didn't have to die. Rody could've escaped and called the police, but he didn't.
Instead he stabbed him through the neck, poured oil over him, and lit him and the entire bistro up into flames.
Rody didn't know how to feel about everything that had happened.
All he could do was cry himself to sleep. Mourning the loss of his true love, with Vince haunting the back of his mind.
At least he was safe..