"The cut of his razor, so deep so sharp."
"Splitting the skin of his neck apart."
"Obviously he was to avenge his wife"
"And by that he took her life"
"He thought it through simply, to avenge his loved wife"
"But surely he lost both of their lives."
"The baker's assistant, with no idea of what she's done"
"Baking each body, one by one."
"The barber's daughter, with no idea of what she's to be."
"Loving a boy, taller than three."
"The sailor, loving not one but two."
"And now he is not quite sure of what to do."
"The sailor boy's lover, of noble descent."
"Whom has no idea of what they meant."
"The baker woman, charring the bodies."
"Now these poor characters will go through what they must."
"To find passion,vengenence,murder,and lust."
The jet black hair, with the single opaque stripe running through it seemed to glisten in what little light poured into the room atop the bake house. His dark brown, nearly black, eyes glistened in the near darkness. An evil grin placed upon his face. He had finally done what he wanted. He had murdered the judge, whom planned to wed his poor daughter Johanna. He himself, had murdered his dear wife Lucy. But that all seemed flushed from his mind, with the sheer evil joy that he had mangled the cruel judge. Judge Turpin his name had been. And now he would never be again.
Downstairs in the bakery a milky white skinned woman stood pounding a glob of dough. She sighed and sat down the roller. She took a flour covered hand to wipe her forehead. Her dark red curls were of course up in one huge messy bun, with several ringlets tumbling down. She looked around, where in the world was Toby ? The shop was busy. She need him there to help serve the customers," Wait just a minute, please. I'm putting a new batch into the oven."
Several blocks away, in a large town home sat a weeping female. Weeping over what ? Her father. He'd disappeared several weeks previous to the exact date. He'd disappeared after going for a shave. It was rather odd. Why would he have just left like that ? Her soft, silken chestnut brown tendrils fell down several inches past her slender shoulders. Arlette Ophelia Whitt. The governor's daughter.
The dark brown scruffy hair of Toby stuck out from underneath his newsboy cap. His large blue eyes peering around at the people walking the streets. He was looking for her. The beautiful fair skinned girl with the fair skin, blue eyes, and hair of sheer gold. His scruffy appearance didn't really make him out do be quite the boy that she would entertain keeping company with. But he loved her! He wasn't afraid to admit it either. Okay. Maybe her was a bit afraid to admit it… But he would when the time came.
The sailor sighed as he slouched on the park bench. He'd won over his Johanna, indeed he had. But yet- something seemed different about her. Lusting for her from the window above his head, had seemed so magical and deceiving. But now… She wasn't a great joy to be around, as he had thought she would've been. She was negative. Oh so negative. And she had insisted they not leave London. Why NOT ? They had to leave before the Judge came and found them. If he ever did.
The slender female sat next to the sailor, arms crossed over her chest. This was horrible. Why was he such a drag ? He didn't seem to be interested or attracted to her at all. What were they to do ? Oh woe. She sniffled a bit and brought a hand to her face, to tuck a yellow tendril behind a pale ear. She was now dressed elegantly , thanks to a woman who had promised to help Anthony out. Johanna gave another small, miserable sigh. Pitiful creature she was.
