FULL FAKE SCENARIO THAT I WROTE! — ≡ 'Delightful Dinner'

"Probably the best meal i've ever had."

". . .But Manon, you can barely taste food."

It was half-past eleven when it happened.

In a good-located spot at Lansing, there was a restaurant.

A young-looking man walked down the silent streets of the househood. Between his fingers, was a half-burned cigarette. The man's name was Izael. Izael Karim.

Izael was all alone at the moment, trying to spot a single place to have dinner, even if he didn't had anyone to go with, but a place caught his eye. — A restaurant named 'Moonlight Whisper'. It was an old-fashioned place, where multiple people eated and talked loudly, where they drank with no worries. The local seemed to sparkle a glimpse of curiousity in the long-haired guy's eyes, causing him to slowly walk towards the restaurant's entrance. His footsteps slow and silent.

Once he stepped inside, he was greeted with the warm, yet aggitated ambient of the place. People chatted, laughed, and even danced at the ample saloon located inside the restaurant. He softly smilled to himself, simply throwing the cigarette in the hard concrete outside to let it blow away. He was happy to find a entretaining place to stay a little and wash away his worries. . .

Or die trying to.

Once he sat down at an empty seat, close to the kitchen's door, he picked up the menu, his grey-ish blue eyes wandering across the handwritten choices on the piece of laminated paper. He was distracted for a while, not even noticing that the restaurant was getting ready to close.

— Need any help, sir? - Suddently said a low, smoky voice from behind him, startling his poor soul and causing him to drop back the menu on the table.

It was a tall, slim woman, with a long, wavy, yet messy jet black hair and a pair of dead black eyes. Her skin was soft, yet pale, which was barely seen due the clothing covering her arms. She wore a waiter suit, but she wore some kind of brown apron over it, which had some few pockets to put inside any kinds of objects. The most interesting thing was the badge attached to her shirt:

"Manon Moreau".

PART 2 BELLOW!

"You don't even atone of killing him, don't you?"

"Obviously."

Izael's eyes silently observed the woman standing behind him, his mouth agape for a few seconds before he shook his head, washing away his previous shock and surprise.

— Oh- No, thanks, madame. I'm just chosing what i'll order. - He spoke, his voice sounding softly shaky due his previous dread. — But i've already made a choice. Can i get a Braised Salt Marsh Lamb, please? - Izael asked, his hands placed gently at the edge of the round table infront of him.

— Of course you can. A Braised Salt Marsh Lamb right on the way. - The so-called 'Manon' spoke sweetly, even if her voice sounded low and raspy. She had wrote down his order down on a notepad, before walking off to the kitchen after some few seconds.

Izael sat there in silence, his eyes wandering across the menu to see what else it had as a dish. There were multiple choices, but his eyes locked into one of the main dishes: 'Marinated Grilled Steak'. It somewhy seemed rather interesting, his eyes silently reading its ingredients in pure entretainment.

He surely didn't even noticed the threat that talked to him.

— Listen here, you little disgusting excuse of a human. - Manon's voice raised at the kitchen, one of her hands holding a cleaver and using it to lift up one of the cooks' chin. Its blade was smooth, but cold enough to make a shiver go down the cook's spine. — Who do you think you are to talk behind my back about my choice of ingredients, if you don't even know how to cook properly? 

— M-Ma'am, but- - The cook stuttered, getting cutted off by the woman shoving her against the counter, the sharp blade of the cleaver now against her throat.

— I don't want to hear a single fucking word anymore from your filthy mouth, Sarah. Now go back to work, before i cut this pretty tongue of yours off! - She scoffed, roughly letting go of the cook's hair in a yank before wipping off her hands and walking off to her office, her teeth gritted inside her mouth as she let out a huff.

She sat down at her chair, her legs crossing as she rubbed her temples in disdain. She wasn't being able to deal with the complaints of her cooks about the dishes' ingredients. She chose them herself, how the hell were they a bad choice?

After all, they were the best of the market.

PART 3 BELLOW!

"And then i realize you're just as naive as i am."

After a while, Izael's order got handed to him in a porcelain, shiny white plate. Besides the Braised Salt Marsh Lamb, he got a glass filled up with old wine. He simply nodded the waiter who served him, showing them a friendly smile before taking a bite from the food. His eyes simply widened softly in surprise at the taste of the dish, his hands - Which were obviously holding a fork and a knife - Quietly cutting another piece of the piece of food. 

While he ate, he didn't even noticed that the restaurant was starting to close, people finishing their dinner and walking out, or just some drunk people being kicked out. The soft hum of the dim lights was barely audible, due the smooth, low music that played at the local. It was almost midnight, so it was obvious why people were leaving already.

— Holy shit, this is the best thing i've eaten in months! - He muttered to himself, his hand reaching for the glass and taking a sip from the wine, his lips attached to the rim of it as she drank slowly.

He was just in time of finishing his food, before someone called out for him. It was a rather. . .familiar voice. It was the waitress, or in a more specific way, the owner of the place.

— Enjoying your meal, sir? - Manon spoke, a subtle smile plastered across her pink-ish lips as she crossed her arms. The restaurant was completly empty, besides the presence of the woman and from her costumer. She seemed to be not-so stern now that the place was empty. . .weird.

Izael excittedly nodded, finishing at eating and drinking before standing up, his hands cautiously holding up the plate and the wine glass as he handed it to Manon, the same friendly smile from before plastered at his lips. — More than enjoying, adoring it. The choice of ingredients was amazing, ma'am! - He said, his hands clasped together.

The man's excitement seemed to amuse the chef, her lips letting out escape a soft, yet tired chunckle. Her arms crossed behind her back in a professional manner, her body not appoarching more the long-haired guy infront of her. — Why thank you, my dear. Also, i've notcied that you've been rather. . .entretained by the menu and its choices, specially our newest main dish. Would you want to see which type of meat we use? - She offered, her head tilting to the side calmly as she glanced at him, her hand sticking out, as if offerring him to take it. Now that her skin was properly visible at her hands, it was noticeable that she had butcher lines tattooed on them.

The brown-haired guy seemed surprised at the sudden offer, her eyebrows shooting up before he simply nodded, his hands shoved inside his pockets. — Sure thing. Lead the way, miss. - He spoke, not even suspecting about the atrocity he was going to see.

Both of them were walking around the restaurant, with the black-haired woman showing every spot around, before finally stepping infront of the freezer inside the kitchen. It was seculded by a single glass door, which was a bit foggy to see throught.

— And this, young man, it's the freezer. - She said, before twisting the doorknob and pushing it open, stepping out of the way for Izael to be able to step inside.

— Interesting. . . - Muttered Izael, his blue eyes glancing around the cold space once he stepped inside. 

It had inside some few metal shelves and in total, two counters. On each shelf was a type of meat, separating each other, but the most interesting thing, was the meat grinder.

He was about to start speaking, but suddently, the door got closed shut, being locked tight by Manon with its keys, startling him just like the first time he saw her. — WOAH, WHAT THE-?! - He cutted himself off once he saw something in her hands: A cleaver. The same cleaver she threatened the cook back then.

He better know how to fight.

PART 4 BELLOW!

"Set up the table for two, we have a guest."

— HEY, HEY, CALM DOWN THERE! DON'T YOU DARE TO APPOARCH! - Izael shouted, staring at Manon in pure dread. It was happening. Again.

As he said that, the woman began to appoarch him, a calm, yet thrilling smile at her lips as she gripped tightly the cleaver's handle, holding it up with both hands as she talked. She surely sounded the opposite of that calm, velvety voice from before. — Oh, and what are you doing about it? Yell for help? - She giggled, as if taunting him as she appoarched him even more, causing Izael to back off. He was right infront of the meat grinder without noticing. — Oh, darling. . .you know that all restaurants need an unique, special ingredient, don't you?

The young man's breath caught on his throat as he placed a hand on his mouth, covering it as she held in his urge to puke. He had just eaten dinner, he didn't wanted to throw it back out from his stomach. He wasn't even saying nothing about it, he just held back his vomit while he glanced around, trying to find anything to defend himself with. But it was too late.

Manon swung the sharp blade of the cleaver against Izael's neck with a harsh force, blood splashing from the deep cut towards her and staining her skin and clothes. Blood flowed out of the guy's neck like a river, his body limping to the side and dropping down at the floor. She could hear the loud CRACK! that echoed once he felt at the floor, his head now disconected from his now lifeless body. Under the corpse, a pool of blood could've be seen being formed, and just at the sight, Manon couldn't help but snicker softly.

Quietly, she crouched down at the floor, still holding the cleaver in her hand as she crawled towards the body, standing infront of it as she - Disgustingly - Began to crave open its torso. The scene was grotesquely disturbing. 

Her hands precisely oppened wide the now open flesh of his torso, casually shoving her hand between the now unmoving lungs and cutting out the heart from between them. It wasn't even beating, but she was feeling too tempted that she decided to bite down a piece off of it, her teeth sinking into the organ with no pity and pulling out a piece of it.

Not the best meal on the world, but surely for Manon.