I THINK I'LL MISS YOU LESS AND LESS
By MissThenardierLovett
Chapter 1- For the rest of us, death
"Life is for the alive, my dear" said the barber twirling with that silly woman. Closer and closer to the oven. Closer and closer to the flames.
Lucy's body, his beautiful wife's body, laid there, on the dirty floor of the bake house near, a pool of blood and next to two other corpses.
Sweeney felt mrs. Lovett tense in his arms, her smile fade. Had she understood her fate?
They keep dancing but the baker can't help but notice a murderous flash in his eyes.
She wanted to escape but she couldn't. She tried to wriggle out but the barber's grasp, that grasp she had always dreamed to feel around her, was too strong.
And one moment before he managed to lift her and push her into the oven, the heavy door opened, revealing a small dark figure with something sharp in one hand.
"LET HER GO!" yelled Toby stepping inside to room.
Todd was so surprised that he let her prey, but her legs wouldn't carry her and she fell to the ground on her knees. "You, boy?" the barber mocked, clicking his razor open. "Put down that knife" he added motioning to the long kitchen knife that the boy hold in one hand.
Mrs. Lovett looked up, her sight covered by her auburn curls. She wanted to get up and stand in the way between the two most important people in her life, who now were walking in circle without daring to attack, but she lacked of might. Toby must had fled from the sewers and, popped out again from who-knows-where he must had returned to the shop to find them downstairs.
"You can't" barked Sweeney. "You really think you can kill me, you little bugger? You think you can look me in the eyes and sink that nice studding in my flesh? You're wrong. It took me nearly fifteen years to kill a man, and you can't do that in a few seconds".
With a fast move he moved forward and grabbed Toby by the harm, pressing his razor on the poor boy's throat. "Let me show you…".
"Mr. T! DON'T!" cried mrs. Lovett, knowing what was about to happen.
Too late.
The silver blade cut Toby's trachea, blood spurted out of the wound, splashing on the already bloody shirt of the barber.
Sweeney let the corpse fell to the floor, turned and left the bake house.
The baker dragged herself near the boy's body, crying desperately.
She should have gotten up, screamed, stopped them. And what had she done instead? She had been there with widened eyes like a scared animal, she had let the man she loved kill her adopted son.
She took Toby's head into his hands and placed it on her lap, leaving stains of blood on her skirt but she didn't care. "I-I'm sorry" she sobbed stroking gently his hair. She kissed his forehead, soaked his face with hot tears.
Then she closed her eyes.
This is just an experiment. I will write next chapter but I'll wait to upload it until I'll know what you think of this story. If you like it I'll upload it, if you don't... dunno xD
