Toby, where are you love?
Run faster and harder, had to get away he said. Blood, blood everywhere. Its on
him get it off get it off!
Nothings gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
Darkness, everywhere. The only thing seen are a few lanterns on the filthy streets of
London. From dying dogs to disease ridden prostitutes, nothing but darkness lyed around
him. He hears them, the sirens the bells the whistles and the barking of dogs. They are
after him. Shuffle of shoes they are there he knows they are there where are they though.
Running faster and faster.
"HAULT!!!" The voice in the darkness cried. The boy had to stop. He had to
breathe. He pushed himself up with the wall beside him pacing himself. He fell to the
ground. The dogs came closer and closer the snarl in their growl shook the very ground
itself. Toby ran hard pushing himself. A window, a window to the cellar in the building.
"Where the hell is the boy?" The police were there, they saw no one but there
shadows in the flickering fire from the lanterns.
"Find the boy, kill him when you do." The officer walked off. The dogs barked
and barked at the small window. They tried so hard to get in they started cutting their
noses on the shattered glass.
"Come on you horrible critters. I am not paying for that window you bloody
dogs." He managed to drag the blood hounds away. Toby lay right under the window. He
took his rest and looked at his hands. Blood. He wiped his hands hard on his pants but it
wouldn't come off. His hands were stained with the blood of a murderer. The blood that
killed his mother. The blood of the devil himself. His head started to lighten and he
finally got up. He was in the cellar of the pub a mile off from home. He knew what he
had to do. He found another door. It led to the sewer that were catacombs under London.
He passed rats and filthy secretions from the walls themselves until finally he
found the door. He slowly opened it peering inside. There were people, more police, and
they were moving things. They were bodies. Skinned bodies that were rendering and
rotting on the floor behind the giant metal baker. Toby sat by the door, leaving only a
crack of light to enter in on his side. He watched as they carried body by body away.
Some men vomited. Others looked as if though hell had smacked them right in the face.
Hours passed, And the men left to take the bodies to a grave or furnace. Toby
didn't know, but they left two bodies in the center, untouched and undisturbed as if
though it was there final resting place. Toby looked at the bodies. It was him. Him and
that mad woman who walked the streets rambling about hell and fire. She made fun of his
mother. His love, his only caretaker. And him, he poisoned his mothers mind. He made
her try and kill Toby. Toby came closer and looked over there bodies. He looked closer at
the woman's face also stained with Mr. Todd's blood.
Hold on, NO! IT COULDN'T BE! The picture in the barber shop, it was his wife.
The mad woman was his wife! He looked around and found a glimmer of silver. The fire
made it shine, the devils tool. The razors, they shined so bright, brighter than the sun
itself. He picked up the blade, unfolded it. It was beautiful. How it shined.
These are my friends, see how they glisten. See this one shine, how he smiles, in the
light, my friends my faithful friend.
Toby looked at his eyes in the reflection of the silver. He held them in front of the fire.
The beautiful fire that burned so beautifully. He looked deeper into the fire, and a
horrible memory came. He lowered the razor, and looked deep into the fire. Her remains
are none. He stared into the fire what seemed for ages. His life, gone, his mother, gone,
he was alone. A crack and a pop he heard the cellar door open. He ran under the butcher
table, and watched as the strange man came in. He looked around, seeing that no one was
there.
The man looked at the body of Mr. Todd, and started to check his pockets. He
found nothing there that he liked and gave a grunt.
"Shit," He mumbled. He walked over to the fire, started to warm his hands. He
was neither bothered by the severed hands on the butcher table, nor the dead bodies he
just tried to steal from. The man looked down, he saw something. Toby looked closer at
the man. What did he find? The man looked closer and kneeled down to the grown to
pick it up. It was Mrs. Lovett's purse.
"Yes! That's the stuff!" The man started to shake the money out of the bag and
eventually started counting it. Toby filled with rage! His hands clutched and he crawled
out from under the table. He looked on the table and grabbed the fallen meat hook. The
razor was unfolded in his hand, he ran up behind the man. The chains rattled on the meat
hook, and the man finally turned around to see. Toby slashed the man's neck, he quickly
pulled the purse from the strangers hands. Toby grew hate in his eyes. They seemed to
darken. The darkness was back. Toby clutched the meat hook in his hands and thrust it
through the man's chin then hurling him into the fire. He shut the door, and looked
through the slot to see inside. He dropped the hook, and looked again at the door. He
found a small parchment of dress cloth. Partly singed, but still oh so beautiful. It was
hers.
He quickly snatched that peace of cloth and held it to his heart. Toby put it in the
purse, and placed it in his breast pocket. He picked up the razor on the ground, stared into
the sterling silver. Such a beautiful tool, nothing could dull its blade, its wonderful shine.
He snuck upstairs to the barber shop, trying not to be seen by anyone. He looked around,
finally he found a case. He opened the old case and found it filled with the set of razors.
His…friends. He quickly placed the missing piece of razor in the case and shut it. Toby
took a deep breathe, and looked around once more.
"I will return, with my loves, with my new friends. No man shall ever be safe
from the punishment of the mighty. All evil I will swipe and kill and burn until evil is no
more. I will avenge you, you will never die. You will be mine forever." Toby ran into the
darkness. Far, far, away.