Disclaimer: I do not own anything Sweeney Todd related! (except for the idea of Toby becoming a huge killer) BUT STILL!


CHAPTER 1

Toby listened from a grate just below Mrs. Lovett's meat pie shop, dancing happily, the woman he cared deeply about and the man he had never trusted. His hands trembled and his stomach churned. This man is capable of more then he has ever done he thought to himself. His thoughts were finally gathered and his suspicions were true, and of this he was sure… Sweeney Todd was a murder. He didn't want to admit it to himself either, but his beloved Mrs. Lovett was too. That thought made a cold chill creep up his spine.

A scream. Was that Mrs. Lovett? His heart started pounding. It felt as if it was going to jump out of his body and sit helpless on the floor. He looked out through the grates. Smoke flooded through the oven and there sat Sweeney Todd, caressing his dead wife. Rage tormented his body. He slowly, quietly got out of his hiding place. He picked up Sweeney Todd's precious razor. He slowly stepped over to the man who had murdered the only mother he'd ever known, his heart beating as he thought about what he was going to do. He hesitated for a few moments before the perfect moment arrived. Sweeney's throat was open, inches away from his own blade in the young boy's hand.

Toby, hand shaking uncontrollably, reached out and quickly slid the blade across Sweeney Todd's pale throat. Blood gushed from the deep and deadly wound. Toby made his way out and sat on the cold wet street. His heart pounded at the thought of what he had done….. But it felt so good…. He wanted to do it again. And he would he thought to himself soon he hoped.