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Bella Luna

March 9, 2013
By HudaZav SILVER, Toronto, Other
HudaZav SILVER, Toronto, Other
8 articles 6 photos 390 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Nothing is impossible; the word itself says 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn

There are many questions asked to Chef Francis on a daily basis. “Where are my coquilles St Jacques?” or “How did you make the vinegrette?” The most commonly asked question is probably: “What is your secret?” Nobody could ever understand how he could run his restaurant, “Bella Luna”, practically single-handedly, being the main chef and the owner of the restaurant, sometimes even serving food to the tables. On top of that, there was never a burnt meal or an order served late.

He is a boisterous man, that Francis. You could see pride in every step he’d take, but nobody could really blame him for this. There had been mysterious disappearances occurring in Newtonville lately. There had been no bodies found, no physical evidence. The entire town would be baffled, and the poor citizens would be in panic. But chef Francis hated panic. Every time there would be a disappearance, Francis would say, “Come on everyone! Let us leave this matter to our dear inspectors. How about visiting “Bella Luna” instead? After all, food is the greatest joy in life!” And then, the family members of the disappeared member would attempt to drown away their sorrows by ordering several plate dishes and filling the room with futile talk.

It didn’t take long for Bella Luna to become a popular, bustled place in the desolate town. Everyone had become obsessed with the chef’s food. Inspector Alton probably had it the worst. He came around a few times a week, and he had become close friends with Francis.

“What’s your secret?” Alton asked the chef for the umpteenth time that week. He had ordered the leg of lamb, and it tasted perfect, spiced and cooked famously.

“It’s a secret,” Francis replied cheekily, throwing a wink over his shoulder and sauntering off.

Inspector Alton was the town’s crime scene inspector. He was so thick-headed, not even a bullet could go through his brain. He had never solved a case single-handedly, always being oblivious to the obvious. Whenever one of the citizens would disappear, he would simply look at the evidence under his nose, barely putting in any effort. He would stroke his moustache for the effect that he was “thinking hard”, but nothing more. It was a wonder to everybody how he had even gotten the job in the first place.

Besides being dim-witted, he also had a bad temper, especially with his wife. It was the night of September, only a week after their ninth anniversary, that they had their worst fight ever. Insincere words were yelled. Touches became shoves. Eventually, Alton overpowered his wife. Her body being forced onto the wall and the fingers being pressed to her neck were nothing foreign, but this time, things were different. Things had actually gotten personal.

Mrs Cooper, Alton’s wife, had left that night, the only thing she had brought with her being her burgundy overcoat. Alton sat back at home and popped some bottles open, assuming that his wife would come running back home soon. He had been too caught up in his stubborn act to run after her anyways.

Four days went by; four days of Mrs Cooper’s disappearance. She hadn’t come home. She hadn’t snuck back in during the day to smuggle out her luggage. She hadn’t returned to her tedious job as a waitress. Nobody had even heard from her ever since the night of the fight. She had simply disappeared...

Alton would usually be helping with the searches for any missing townspeople, but he felt too numb to get up out of the chair he had been swaying in all day at home. Every passing minute felt like an hour, and every hour felt like eternity. It was driving him mad. And for the first time, he felt guilty. His heart felt like it weighed a ton, and he needed somebody to help him carry its weight with him.

It felt like his mood was finally being lifted when he saw two detectives and a police car pulling up outside his house. He slammed the front door open and ran outside, too anxious to have cared about the dent the door had left in the wall.

“Did you find her?” he breathed, running up to the detectives, who were sipping on some coffee heartily. Alton felt a spark of hope in his chest at the sight of their chipper moods. One of the bulky men stopped laughing at whatever they had been joking about, quickly putting on a look of feigning sadness.

“Afraid not,” he replied. “There were no signs of a homicide, but we can’t say there are any signs of return...” In the approaching dawn light, the detective could see how Alton’s face fell, and he put a stiff hand on his shoulder. “Don’t ya worry about her. She’s bound to come running back into your arms soon. She’d never leave without telling the man she loves. We won’t stop the search so soon, anyways.”

Alton thought back to him and his wife’s argument; he had been digging his nails into her arms and throwing furniture around heedlessly. She isn’t about to return to “the man she loves”, he thought, but of course the detectives wouldn’t know. Alton was in no mood for any more meek encouragement, so he simply nodded, bid the detectives a goodbye, and slid back into his house to watch the colours of the sky change.


“I’m so sorry about your loss,” chef Francis said for the millionth time, since he had had to visit Alton’s table for the millionth time. Alton had decided on going out to Bella Luna’s with his colleagues, and they were all drinking into the night. Jagged-edged bottle caps were being tossed off and flying over heads. Alton had drunk the most. He took swig after swig and had drunk enough to feel like he was floating high up on a cloud. But what goes up must come down.

Alton frowned and shook his head a little too vigorously, as he took his platter from Francis. “Don’t— don’t be,” he mumbled, gripping onto the edge of the table to prevent feebly collapsing onto his knees. “S’fine if she’s gone. Ya can’t lock the barn after the horses are gone.”

Alton’s friend, Jeremiah, shook his head sadly, looking around the restaurant and listening to the fiddlers’ gentle music. “I just don’t get it,” he whispered. “These people going missing can’t just vanish into thin air. There has to be some evidence, some PHYSICAL evidence...”

“Maybe they’ve been taken into captive,” someone piped up from across the table.

“Or stolen by witches!” a large man slurred, his drink spewing out from his mouth a bit as he spoke. Everyone started hollering absurd ideas excitedly. And Francis, who was still hovering over the table, ignored the commentary and looked down at Alton. He was eating the leg of lamb he had ordered, cutting the meat sloppily and getting food stuck between his teeth. Francis gulped dryly.

“There is always evidence,” he said, not loud enough for anyone to hear but himself. “What you’re looking for might just be under your nose...” He walked off nervously towards a different table, just as the people there started banging their forks and knives in unison.

Alton hadn’t heard the last part of Francis’ speech; he had been too busy stabbing his fork over and over through an especially hard part of his meat. When he tried to bite through it, he felt something metallic against his teeth.

“What’s this?” He started eating around it so that the metallic object became more pronounced, and he pulled it out. Sucking off the meat covering the front of the object, it became obvious to him, even in his half-conscious state, that it was a vaguely familiar ring. He turned it around in his palm carefully, seeing that it had deep-indented initials in it. “J.C,” he read slowly. “Janet cooper...”

In the following days, Alton had decided to shed out any sources of light from his household. Every curtain had been drawn shut. The cracks under the doors had been suffocated with cotton. He had taken apart the home phone and kept the front door bolted shut. He needed to isolate himself from everybody from the outside world.

Alton was starving too. The flesh in his stomach was practically eating itself. The cabinets were full of food, but nothing was appealing... or at least, appealing to his taste. His taste had developed greatly in the past few months.

The discovery he had recently made of Bella Luna was... overwhelming. He was beyond shocked that Francis had been responsible for the killings of Newtonville, including his wife’s. Alton knew that the meat he had been eating at his last visit at Bella Luna had been his wife’s flesh, and Chef Francis must have dropped her ring by accident when he had been cooking her. Alton had to admit to himself that he couldn’t have ever suspected Francis to be such a threatening, vile man. His image was quite deceiving to his true personality. Francis seemed like a highly generous man who could never hurt a fly. Oh, how easily had the boisterous chef fooled him?

Alton should have seized the man and placed him under immediate arrest. After all, he was a horrible man with horrible plans. Who knew how many customers could be at Bella Luna that very moment, devouring their own relatives without any clue? The thought sickened him. Francis sickened him. But for some odd reason, he hadn’t arrested the chef but fled from the restaurant when he made the discovery of his wife’s murder. He didn’t want to put Francis under arrest... but why?

Alton looked around his room, swaying slightly in fetal position, half-consciously knawing at the flesh of his wrist like a dog. The scent of his own flesh was alluring, and he suddenly found himself letting his nose crawl and whiff across his skin. He could never find the pleasure of the delicious human flesh he had been eating at Bella Luna in other meat products. Human flesh was rich and juicy, just addicting. He almost considered going to the restaurant to buy more food, because he needed more. If he didn’t go back, he was afraid that he would slowly eat himself alive.

“I’m the only one who knows his secret,” he whispered to himself. “I can bring justice to everyone and get Francis punished like he deserves.” Alton took his teeth away from his wrist before he could be tempted to chew off a piece. “Or,” he added, “I can keep his secret and let him get away with it so that Bella Luna doesn’t shut down and I can continue visiting there.”

He looked down at his own teeth-dented wrist, and he looked over to him and his wife’s abandoned bed just across the room, already collecting cobwebs and dust. “What should I do?” he mumbled. “Should I be part of the cure or part of the disease?”


Alton didn’t want to bother with sitting down at one of the restaurant tables. He just fled towards the kitchen, ignoring any protests from the waiters he was shoving aside.

Inside, the kitchen was engulfed in the smell that the inspector had been craving for over a week. He ignored the sensation and walked over towards Francis, who was standing in his own corner, chopping coriander at a fast pace.

“Francis!” he called. Francis looked up and smiled up at Alton with crinkly eyes. Alton could feel himself cringe under the chef’s gaze.

“Alton, my man!” he boomed. “I haven’t seen you for a while! Where have you been?”

“The question is, where have you been, Francis?” he said sternly. Francis looked up, confused, as he put the coriander into a pot.

“I’ve been here... Where else could I be?” he asked, testing.

“You know what I mean. What have you been doing? Who is in that pot?” Hearing Alton saying “who”, Francis’ head snapped up, the colour draining from his face. A tense silence filled the room, and Francis could feel the surrounding oxygen evaporate.

“What are- what do you mean?”

“I know about your secret. I found out why all the townspeople have been disappearing. I know why the food here has so much more delicious meat than normal meat.” Alton took off Mrs Cooper’s ring off his finger, holding it up for Francis to see. “And I know what you did to my wife,” he hissed, his mouth reeking from his empty stomach.

Francis’ eyes went wide as saucers. He was about to make a run for it, but he couldn’t move. He was too stunned... but he became even more confused when Alton turned around and started to rummage through the pots and pans, through the pantries and drawers, almost deliriously.

“What are you doing?” Francis asked. Alton stopped suddenly when he found a pot full of “steaks” on the edge of the coiling stove. He looked up and sighed in defeat, holding up a steak in two of his fingers and swaying it back and forth like a pendulum.

“Well?” he said expectantly. “What are we making for dinner tonight?”

At that moment, all Francis could do was gawk at Alton like he had just grown another head. “A-are you serious?” he stuttered. Alton nodded defeatedly, remorseful, waiting for some sort of reaction. Francis turned around suddenly, just as a group of chefs came out the spinning doors.

“Guys!” he called. The chefs turned around and quieted down. Francis sucked in a breath and breathed out, “We’ve got another one,” as he pointed a spatula towards the inspector.

Alton was flabbergasted. He looked around from face to face. “You- you all know?” The chefs nodded, and Francis put a stiff hand on Alton’s shoulder, squeezing if and giving off that cocky smile. Alton still couldn’t tell if he despised it or not.

“Looks like we’re a team now... Welcome to Bella Luna.”

The author's comments:
Sorry I haven't been posting on my new account lately, but hope this makes up for it. Comment and rate please!

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on May. 17 2021 at 1:49 pm
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Whoa, I love the twist. So good, I love it.

on Apr. 23 2014 at 8:31 am
_Tennessee_Love_ BRONZE, Easley, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
¨the difference between promises and memories, is that we break promise and memories break us.¨

WOW! I was expecting you to be a good writer but bump that... you are an AMAZING writer like, wow just wow!

HudaZav SILVER said...
on Jan. 30 2014 at 5:45 pm
HudaZav SILVER, Toronto, Other
8 articles 6 photos 390 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Nothing is impossible; the word itself says 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn

Just a note that I posted up the new, edited version of this story. so instead of reading this one, check out the edited one. greatly appreciate it =)

JRaye PLATINUM said...
on Jan. 26 2014 at 7:17 pm
JRaye PLATINUM, Dorr, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"If you build your house far enough away from Trouble, then Trouble will never find you."

"Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, 'I just don't care.'?"

Man, this is just a good story! :) Exciting, interesting, engaging... Aweosme job!

Amienda said...
on Jan. 25 2014 at 10:10 am
Amienda, Woodbridge, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one to thank.
-Christina Rossetti

I was actually ready to expect a Ratatouille knock off but was pleasantly surprised. Good pacing and nice twist, enough to keep the reader enthralled. Keep up the good work!

on Jan. 24 2014 at 6:50 pm
Canadotas PLATINUM, Harrisonburg, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
“As our circle of knowledge expands, so does the circumference of darkness surrounding it.” --Albert Einstein

So I thought you were a little obvious in the sense that you used "under his nose" twice. Once is coy, but twice is a bit of a giveaway. But even though this is a pretty common topic, the ending was very original, and the writing was really good too. Really nice job.

on Jan. 23 2014 at 1:52 pm
BabyBean BRONZE, Kaysville, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
It's hard to get out of the barrel. It's slippery around the edges and people are happy to see you fall back in. -RDJ

WOOOOOOWWWW, I was not expecting that...Great Job!

on Jan. 22 2014 at 6:07 pm
Kestrel135 PLATINUM, Waterford, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"Respect existence or expect resistance"

This story is actually quite disturbingly creepy, but in a good sense. The idea of a resturaunt openly serving a town it's own people, and turning the rest into cannibals is pretty originial, and original is a good thing. I found it an intruiging read, really. The writing was very good, fluent and with apt descriptions. I enjoyed the story... well, as much as you can enjoy reading about a husband chowing on the carcass of his wife. ;) Good job. You got the creepy, but you also got the sympathy for the main character (from me, at least). 

HudaZav SILVER said...
on Jan. 21 2014 at 6:05 pm
HudaZav SILVER, Toronto, Other
8 articles 6 photos 390 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Nothing is impossible; the word itself says 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn

thanks so much  =)

HudaZav SILVER said...
on Jan. 21 2014 at 5:53 pm
HudaZav SILVER, Toronto, Other
8 articles 6 photos 390 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Nothing is impossible; the word itself says 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn

thank you =) and yeah if u figure out anything i can improve on feel free to tell me 

on Jan. 21 2014 at 2:27 pm
theblondechick GOLD, Kingsport, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.
And I am horribly limited.
-Sylvia Path

woah! This was ridiculously creepy, but a wonderful story! It kept me engaged and was very creative. I really enjoyed the twist at the end! It gives me the hibbie-jibbies. Good job!

on Jan. 21 2014 at 11:50 am
MissyStokes BRONZE, VIENNA, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Fear is like happiness but the smile is wider

This is a really great story but somehow it feels like somethings missing, I don't know what.

on Jan. 21 2014 at 11:48 am
MissyStokes BRONZE, VIENNA, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Fear is like happiness but the smile is wider

dam'n, thats pretty cool

on Jan. 19 2014 at 1:09 pm
JustaSmarticleee BRONZE, Summerfield, Florida
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It's so descriptive!! <3

on Jan. 19 2014 at 10:24 am
TopHatCactus BRONZE, League City, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.
Ernest Hemingway

This is a great story, very different and unique. I think the only problem is when Alton saw the detectives pull up outside of his house you wrote 'slammed the front door open'. Not to be picky or anything but slamming the front door open is like falling up the stairs. The definition of slam is to close or shut, but I guess this is a very small detail that can be over looked easily. In other words I really enjoyed reading this:)

mnm08 BRONZE said...
on Dec. 27 2013 at 6:20 pm
mnm08 BRONZE, Grande Prairie, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"A writer needs the industry of an ant, the creativity of a kitten and the hid of an armadillo."- Author Unknown

That was a really good story, very interesting, roused my curiosity. I don't think I've read a story like this before.. but it was really well written. Great job!! 

HudaZav SILVER said...
on Aug. 5 2013 at 4:12 pm
HudaZav SILVER, Toronto, Other
8 articles 6 photos 390 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Nothing is impossible; the word itself says 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn

Glad you liked it! thanks =)

Alizz SILVER said...
on Jul. 20 2013 at 9:34 am
Alizz SILVER, Cleveland, Ohio
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Wow, that was just great! I don't think their are any flaws whatsoever in this entire story. I thought you were very descriptive, the writing flowed well, and the storyline was so intriguing that I  had to keep reading until the end! Incredible!

HudaZav SILVER said...
on Jul. 18 2013 at 10:17 pm
HudaZav SILVER, Toronto, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Nothing is impossible; the word itself says 'I'm possible'!" -Audrey Hepburn

I'm glad you liked it =) Thanks for the comment!

on Jul. 18 2013 at 1:12 pm
Carly_Elizabeth PLATINUM, Othello, Washington
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"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."
Roald Dahl

This is so original and the plot and description is amazing. I loved how you told the story. And the enduing was perfect.