Prolouge
Crimson spilled across the floor. Beautiful crimson rubies. Sweeney could feel something was off, the blood of this customer wasn't calming the sorrow that welled deep inside off him. The sorrow that caused him to create the man he had become. Why could nothing go his way? He couldn't even have a slight pleasure in his life. That pleasure that the blood of his victims used to bring him.
He began to clean his razor the pain in his icy heart increasing until he drowned in his sorrows. Memories of the past swam before him killing himself on a deeper level than the men he killed daily. He saw his wife when he was being arrested by that pious vulture Turpin. He was gripped in such agony he fell to his knees, holding back the scream that threatened to rip out of his throat. As he collapsed out of the sheer pain of it all his razor slit a gash across his arm.
He looked to his arm and did not feel pain but rather an eerie calm. The blood flowed from his arm to the floor mingling with the blood already on the floor. How could his own blood calm him more than his unknowing victims. He heard footsteps and rushed over hiding behind the door ready to kill the unsupecting person about to travel into his shop.
The door opened and his muscles tensed before springing agilely to the form pinning it to the wall by it's throat. He looked at the face and realized it was his landlady, Mrs. Lovett. He backed away and began to gaze out the window longing for her to leave. "Mr. T. are you alright? I heard something fall and...Mr. T.!"
While he was staring out the window everything started going dim. Just a mere trick of the eyes that's all.He felt his body grow weak and he fell to his knees. "Mr. T.!" Mrs. Lovett screamed again rushing to his side. "Shut up woman." This came out as a whisper as the last of his strength left his body and everything went black. The last thing he saw was Mrs. Lovett's worry stricken face, and somewhere deep inside himself he felt guilt for treating her so bad.
Author's Note:
There you go guys something that just popped into my head during a bad case of writers block. Thanks for reading please review.