Prolouge

There in her cerulean eyes was mirrored the image of the man Sweeney had just slain. His shirt sleeves were dripping with crimson gore, and his face was flecked with droplets of blood spray. He held the razor in his as though it were an extension of his very arm. He saw himself in those blue mirrors. The image of a madman. Lips pressed into a thin line and his eyes wild with rage still. His hair was a wild halo around his face. The razor fell from his hand, hitting the floor with a metal clang. The dead man's body slumped over in the chair and his eyes stared at Sweeney and his neck smiled with red mockery. He moved towards the young girl. His eyes still wide with fury. She took a step back towards the door. Her porcelain face speckled with rubies, and her little pink mouth a hole of horror. The long. curly ebony tresses fell around her thin quivering shoulders and her thin body shook wildly. The barber made another move towards her, and now the long moment of silence cut the air.
"What did you see?" He snarled at her, and pointed a finger at her porcelain doll face. She shook her head, unable to speak. He took another step closer to her. "I ask, what did you see"
Once again she shook her head. "I saw nothin', sir. Aye, nothin'." Her words now came in choked sobs.
"Did you see me kill that man"
" No, I didn't see no gentleman slain." Tears poured down her cheeks. They caused the blood to run down her face and land on the floor. Her small hands were open flowers in the air as if that would keep him away from her.
Sweeney grabbed the razor from the floor and took one more step towards her. She took a step back, he took one foreword, and she took one more back. Her skirts rustling against the dirty floor boards. It now became a demented waltz, but her only focus was the razor in his hand. His eyes never fell from her milky white throat that heaved with staggered sobs. The young girl's back finally slammed into the door, and the bell jangled as if trying to prompt the dance on. Sweeney was so close to her that he could smell the mixture of sweet sweat and flour on her skin. Her hair smelled of coal ashes and daisies. The smell of daisies was so faint, but it was there. The demon barber raised the razor, and then it came down.