Rubies
Moonlight shone through a window on a dark and stormy night. Beams of light illuminated a figure, looming over a chair, something shiny held over his head. Something in the chair stirred, faint shouting, louder shouting. Then red, hot, sticky, rubies, everywhere, gurgling noises, silence. Deadly silence. Lever pushed, sickening thud and crunch. The man covered in blood takes the shiny object into both hands and starts singing. To it. The ruby-covered razor.
He then puts it on the chair, slowly, carefully, but stops. A sound. A creak. Ruining this perfect moment, this vital moment. Footsteps, panic. He opens a chest, pulls out another figure. Shoving. Faint threats followed by pleading. The man with the razor lifted over his head again. Followed by red, hot, sticky, rubies, all over the man. Gurgling, lever, thud and crunch. Screaming from below. Running. Questioning followed by excuses. Weak excuses. Yelling, pushing. Pulling, yellow light. Hot light, illuminating more than the moon. Struggling. Pulling, lifting, burning. Horrible stench. Sewer grate moving, boy crawling out. Running. He grabs the boy. Threats followed by pleading from boy and woman. He stands there, razor above head. Red. Hot, sticky, rubies. Screaming, gurgling. Crying.
Months later. Moonlight. Dark, stormy night. Grave. Gravestone. Moonlight illuminates gravestone. More than one. They say Here Lies Sweeney Todd. Here Lies Eleanor (Nellie) Lovett. Figure. Boy. Crying. Flowers. Boy holds the razor to his throat. Red, hot, sticky, rubies. Gurgling, thud. Silence…