Fighting the Same Cause
The Cranes were fearful people...
People were always dying around them. All would be beheaded and taken to the pit of hell by the Headless horseman. Though it had been a couple of years since the happening, they still lived in fear. They moved from America to England where they settled down in London. It was just the three of them: Ichabod, Katrina, and Young Masbuth.
Though, they feared the return of the Hessian no matter how many times they reminded each other that he was finally done for. Ichabod spent hours reading documents of the killed and would go further back through sir names to see why they were killed. It irked Ichabod that revenge could be taken upon his new wife and with that they legally changed their names.
It was a complete relief for Ichabod. Katrina, though, didn't see why it was necessary. Though she stuck by his side as did Masbuth.
They arrived at their new home. The streets were gloomy, but filled with smiling people at work. It was a peaceful and cheery place above the fact that it was grey and quite foggy. Ichabod helped Katrina out of the carriage and walked her to the door as Masbuth grabbed the suitcases. "Ready?" Ichabod breathed to his grinning wife. She turned to him like he was crazy and nodded as she rushed forward.
All three entered a small shop and looked upon a young woman with frizzy brown hair. She stopped her work and looked up in surprise.
"Hello, ma'am. We are Benjamin, Lucy, and Christopher Barker. Your new neighbors."
Within a couple of months, "Lucy" was announced to be pregnant with her first child.
They were finally becoming a family. "Benjamin" became tired of the law based jobs he had always been apart of. As a man who didn't want anyone to know who he was, he took up a new profession. Barbetry. He opened his shop and became successful in weeks. "Christopher" served around the house and helped the landlady, Mrs. Lovett, clean and cook. Lucy, unable to do much, would spend her time with Albert Lovett who became a good friend of hers.
Months later, baby Johanna was born into the Barker family. Christopher helped pick out the name and everyone else loved it.
Later on Christopher was too old to live with his foster parents any longer. He left with a happy goodbye and was off down his own path.
If only he were there the day Benjamin was taken to jail. If only he were there the day Lucy was raped. If only he were there when Johanna was taken away forever.
Fifteen years was a long time to sulk in the pain of lost ones. To preoccupy her time, she'd make pies that became more and more disgusting each serving. Each one tasted like death. Each one tasted like the shed tears the day Benjamin was taken away.
All was lost in Mrs. Lovett's world. Nobody to care for her and nobody for her to care for. Everyone was either dead or off in whereverland. Leaving her to be a bitter old woman who baked a pie every day hoping that some day someone will walk in and give her something to do.
This was that day.