Thirst
Chapter One: Toby
"Welcome to Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Shop!" I shouted. I welcomed everyone in. In came a man who "needed a shave." I walked slowly up the stairs to the top of the complex: The Barber Shop. I knocked on the door. I could hear a shuffle of footsteps, and then the door opened, revealing Todd himself. "Err- sir, I believe there is a man downstairs who is in desperate need of 'a shave." Todd flinched, and then smiled sinisterly. "Bring this man up. And if you want, you can help me this time." I felt excitement rush through me. I ran downstairs and tried the man into the market of shaving. The man didn't refuse. I led him up the stairs, and smiled knowingly. I opened the door and invited the man inside the place I had dubbed as "Satan's Barber Shop of Horrors"
"Hello," gushed Sweeney. "Welcome to my barber shop. My, oh my how much you need a shave! How about this: I give you this shave complimentary of me."
The man said, "Why thank you kind sir!" Sweeney sat the man down and beckoned for me. I stepped toward Sweeney with a grin on my face. Sweeney handed me the shaving cream bowl. I grabbed it, and felt Sweeney's fingers linger on my own hand. I quickly reached back, unsure of what had happened. I walked over to the man and started brushing shaving cream on the man. I was now sure that what had happened had just been a fluke. I shooed it out of his mind as quickly as I had invited it in.
Whenever the man was covered in shaving cream, I stepped aside to let Sweeney work his magic. Sweeney quickly sliced the man's throat, cleanly and quickly, covering Sweeney in damp, dark red blood. Sweeney kicked the seat back, and down went the man into Mrs. Lovett's' inferno. Sweeney stepped towards me, and caressed my face. "You know Toby," he said. "That was quite a good job finding this man. I am forever grateful." I now invited those thoughts back into his mind. I said, "Anything for you, Sir. I am always at your service." Sweeney thanked me, and dismissed me while Mr. Todd cleaned up his office and himself.
