Author's Note: Yay for the return of the plot bunnies! Also, RENT and Sweeney playlists make for funny ideas….and lack of sleep makes for a funny intro that has nothing to do with the story. So without further ado, please enjoy The Demon Barber of Alphabet City
Darkness. He was surrounded by it. Darkness and the loamy smell of earth were all around him. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting in the darkness, holding her. As his eyes grew accustomed to the dark, more smells attacked him. Blood, burned flesh, and even cheap French cologne. 'French cologne?' he thought to himself. He knew of only one person who wore French cologne. Looking around as he slowly stood up, his eyes took in a fact that shouldn't have been possible. 'There was a body there,' he thought. 'He was right there. Where is he? Did the police take the others and leave me to rot?'How long had he been there, anyway? Days? Weeks? He walked into the shop, noting the thick layer of dust over everything. 'Months?' A noise drew his attention to the window. His jaw dropped. 'Years. I've been dead for years.' For outside the window, no longer were there horse-drawn carts and cobbled streets. Now there were horseless vehicles, smooth roads, and an altogether more clean feeling to the street. He'd been dead for many years, he realized now. 'Then why am I alive?'