The Alternate Ending

Best Served Cold

Rody held his bleeding ear. Or at least where his ear used to be before chef Charbonneau ripped it off with just his teeth.

“Do You regret it?” Rody asked Vincent.

“Why should I? You’re the one that asked for the job-” Vincent said back.

“You’re rotten. You’ll never be satisfied. Vince, just- just listen. If… If everything else so far has tasted nothing to you… -What makes you think I’ll be any different? If you’re really doing this just so you can taste again- When it turns out I’m like any other, what will you do? You would have killed her-... You would have killed me for no reason. Are you really ready to deal with that?”

Vincent didn’t say anything in response and just stood there with wide murderous eyes, ready to strike at Rody at any second.

“...If this is your idea of trying to make yourself happy… I don’t think you’ll ever be full.”

Rody’s words just agitated Vincent more. Vincent was sure Rody would be different from Monan. He had to be. He would be able to taste something again-

Rody ran from Vince in a way to save his own life and Vince ran after him. Rody ran past the kitchen utensils and the stoves to Vincent’s office and finds a broken wine bottle on the ground. He picked it up and ran back out of the office to defend himself from Vincent. He was going to make it out of this restaurant and there was only one way out.

As soon as Rody stepped through the doors Vince was right there following him. Vincent grabbed Rody and tried to stab him but Rody was able to block Vince from doing so once again.

“..ah- Hh…. HHah- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!-”

Rody swung the wine bottle at Vincent; he grabbed his hair with a terribly tight grip as the bottle cut Vince’s neck almost completely in half as blood spilt everywhere. It splattered onto Rody’s hands and arms and all over his face.

Rody stood in complete shock. He defended himself against the man that had just tried to murder him and turn him into a meal. 

“Hh…Hah.. -hHeh… heheh- hHa…”

Rody was overwhelmed with joy as Vince laid still on the ground, bleeding out. Rody then grabbed the key to the restaurant as Vincent’s eyes followed his actions.

Filled with exhaustion, Rody made his way back to the freezer where his dead ex-girlfriends body was hung like a piece of cow meat. He then grabbed a bottle of olive oil from a shelf and poured it all over the building. Rody then walked back over to Vince and lit a match, throwing it onto him.

Rody got outside soon after he started the fire and watched the restaurant burn down.

“...I should get something to eat.” Rody said quietly to himself and walked off.

A few hours later he was transferred to a hospital by an ambulance that was called by a man walking down the street that had noticed the red haired waiter.

He had spent days in the hospital for his ear. With his time, Rody reflected on his actions and felt extreme sorrow for his late ex and terrible guilt for killing a man that was once presumably his friend. Although that man had tried to kill him and had killed his ex-girlfriend that he loved very much.

With his life being in shambles and almost being in his 30s Rody thought things could never get better. And so, once he was discharged from the hospital he hung himself, taking his own life.