The red means I love you-Dead Plate fanfiction

Who you really are

How long has it been since he was left alone? One hour? Two? Rody was staring at the celling, hoping something would happen. He tried multiple times to get up, but entirely in vain. His legs were weak. Even though Vince didn't put the blade on his skin, the shock from finding Manon in pieces still hadn't left his veins.  Her rotting head was stuck in his mind, her lifeless face that once talked, laughed, and kissed him. He could probably cry in that moment, but his eyes felt like they ran out of tears.

He finally managed to get up, hoping that looking around would clear his mind from all the pain. Vince's room...a room he once stepped uninvited, was now like his cage, and couldn't get away. As he was watching everything laid there and listening to an annoying buzzing noise, the door suddenly opened with a loud bang. Rody turned his head to see who had entered. Vince furiously hit on of his chairs, his hands shaking with fury.

,,Fuck this! Idiots...goddamn idiots...how the hell could they put not one, but THREE FUCKING HAIRS in ONE soup?!"

Rody watched him vent, not daring to say a single word. Vince's dark eyes were so terrifying when he was angry. His raised tone sent shivers down the man's spine, fear crawling on his back. Vince sat on the bed next to him, as if he was non-existent. Rody thought it could be a great opportunity to launch his hands at his neck, strangle him to death and watch the life pour out of his eyes. But he couldn't do that...no...in that weak state, Vince could've easily overpowered him and killed him. So Rody just gulped, looking in the opposite direction. After a while, Vince raised his head and looked at Rody. His gaze was piercing, and even though Rody didn't look into his eyes, he could still feel the intense stare. How badly...how badly he wanted to just erase him from existence. 

,,What are you thinking about?" asked Vince, his tone cooled down a bit. Seeing Vince calm down made his muscles relax for a bit. Rody shrugged. What was he supposed to tell him? That he wanted his death so badly? That he wanted to torture him until he begged to be killed?

,,SPEAK!" shouted Vince. Rody's skin jumped from fear, before finally looking at him. He looked intensely, before saying in a low, dark voice:

,,I hate you." 

Three words, yet they were spoken so sharply, so full of hatred. Vince's eyes wided, he didn't expect Rody to have any boldness in him, much less the courage to admit what he felt. He was annoyed, but a side of him liked his honesty. When he murdered Manon, her cries and begging for her life made him want to puke. It was disgraceful, it was pathetic. She wanted to be alive, but she didn't want to give anything in return. 

At first, he only wanted to take a bite...

 But of course, she had to make things so difficult. She had to run away, scream for help and cry her eyes out in hope someone would hear her. Good thing he killed her and hid her corpse before anyone saw her. Rody, however, was a completely different story. Vince had no intention to kill him at that point. After all...he could be the key to the ingredient that would finally bring love and savory in his food. But of course, he couldn't let Rody's words unpunished. A powerful punch was thrown into the red haired's face, leaving a red bruise on his cheek. It was much, much more hurtful than the one he got after messing up the trash job.  Rody gasped in shock, but the pride left in him didn't dare to make another sound. This annoyed Vince. 

He got up, and held his hand so that Rody could get up.

,,Follow me" he said, his tone as emotionless as always. 

Rody hesitated, as it took all of his self-control to not break all of his fingers. With a lost of effort, he finally got his hand to touch his, as he wasn't able to get up all by himself. The moment their hands touched, Rody's mind was blasted by the freezing fingers of Vincent. How could anyone be this cold? Not even ice was as low as his hand. But, after all, it made sense to him. Vincent was a killer. Vincent was a cannibal. His heart and soul were probably as cold as his temperature. 

After he got up, Vince took him to the kitchen. It was his glamorous kitchen, which was actually bigger than the restaurant's one itself. Vince then let go of Rody's warm hand, trying to keep his expression as casual as he could. Then, he went to a cupboard and took out some potatoes. 

,,Since tomorrow is a big event for the restaurant, monsieur" he said, getting closer to Rody, who was completely dumbfolded. ,,I want you to cook these into mashed potatoes. Don't worry, there's no such things as a sharp knife. A paddle should be enough for you. After you're done, you can sleep here"

,,...on the floor? Really?" asked Rody, while looking at the cold floor beneath him. Chances of him dying of hypothermia weren't so low, after all.

,,Do I need to repeat myself?"

Silence.

,,Great. Then start working"

Then, Vince left, locking the door behind him. As Rody was peeling the potatoes, he couldn't help but feel enraged again. It felt like he couldn't accept his situation, that he was basically trapped in that crazy man's home. As he was peeling the potatoes...his mind started running on wild fields...as he couldn't help but imagine....

That it was Vince's skin he was peeling....

Word count: 954

There is no way I got motivated lol

~Fufu~