Hey, its me again, your master of suspense. Muh,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha! Ha. Ha. (cough. sigh.) Yeah. (OK not really, but hey, I try. You never know, you could be reading the work of the next Edgar Allan Poe. )
A/N: Once again; me no own,you no sue.
Tourniquet: Chapter 1- The Beginning of the End
Toby slumped against the cold metal door to the bake house; frozen by fear. Only a few feet away laid the corpse of the Beadle Bamford, along with numerous other victims of Sweeney's razor. He sat there for a few moments trying to gather his thoughts, and his breath, when he heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. He quickly got to his feet. He knew those footsteps belonged to Mr. Todd and if he didn't find a place to hide, he'd surely be the next to die. His eyes quickly darted around the room, his mind reeling. The door to the bake house slowly creaked open . Toby's heart sank and he quickly slipped behind the oven, praying that he wouldn't be found.
Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett stepped into the bake house, their eyes scanning across the room.
"Toby, were are you love?", Mrs. Lovett called.
"Toby!", Sweeney's voice echoed harshly as he followed Mrs. Lovett.
"Were are you dear? Nothings gonna harm you, not while I'm around.", Mrs. Lovett said sweetly, trying to coax Toby out of hiding.
"Toby!", Sweeney's voice called again. They continued searching the bake house for Toby, but to no avail.
"He couldn't of gone far.", Mrs. Lovett whispered to Sweeney. He nodded.
"He can't play this game forever. We'll find him soon enough. We have to find him. The little brat knows to much. He's gonna have to pay the price.", Sweeney said. Mrs. Lovett sighed and they continued their search.
Toby poked his head out from the side of the oven to see were Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett were headed , hoping that they wouldn't see him. It was too late. Sweeney had caught a glimpse of him. He grabbed Mrs. Lovett's arm and pointed toward the oven. She nodded and they made there way across the room.
Toby slumped to the floor, knowing this was the end. Mrs. Lovett grabbed his arm and pulled him from behind the oven.
"There you are dear,", she said smiling, "We've been looking all over for ya."
Her face then turned grim. She glanced over to Sweeney.
"I'm sorry Toby.", she said. Toby looked at her in disbelief
"No!", Toby screamed and made a run for it, almost knocking Sweeney over in the process. As he made his way to freedom though, he accidentally tripped over one of the corpses, falling flat on his face.
Sweeney walked over to him and grabbed him by the arm. Toby tried to break free but Sweeney twisted his arm, hard enough that the bone started to break. The blood-curdling cracking echoed throughout the room.
"Ooowwww! Stop, please!", Toby wailed as the horrible pain shoot through his right arm.
Sweeney tried turning him over, but he broke free, with the razor sinking into his already broken arm. He groaned and started heading toward the door, but just couldn't make it. He started to feel dizzy. The room started to spin, and he collapsed onto the floor.
Sweeney smiled wickedly to himself, knowing that he had Toby just were he wanted him. He walked over to were he lay. He knelt down beside him and pulled out one of his 'friends'.
"Time to die.", Sweeney muttered. Mrs. Lovett rushed over to Sweeney.
"Mr. T, please don't! Please don't!", she pleaded as she grabbed onto his shoulders.
"Get off me, you bloody woman!" Sweeney yelled as he threw Mrs. Lovett off, and onto the floor.
Toby heard this and tried to get up, but was unable to. Sweeney turned his head to Mrs. Lovett who was trying to get up off the floor. Tears were rolling down her face.
"There's no hope now, Mrs. Lovett. You should of never hired that nosey little brat in the first place and none of this would of ever happened. Oh, well. To late now.", Sweeney said.
He then turned back to Toby. He pressed the razor against his throat and everything faded to black.
