A/N: Nothing much to say but read and enjoy!

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Elixir Boy: Part II

I hoped he would never find him-but he did. He wasn't such a naïve boy as I thought. Once I made it upstairs into the shop I knew I wouldn't be able to say a word to the boy, since my tongue was twisted and my head was a babbled mess.

Mrs. Lovett placed her hands on the boy's shoulders and I looked over in their direction. I was suddenly lost in confusion.

"Where is Signor?" Toby the child asked, holding onto what was left of him, a hat and a nice pair of white gloves and a cane. He seemed more upset than I would have thought.

Lovett looked in my direction but we both had nothing to say. Toby looked up at the two of us; before we ran out of time, Lovett stepped forward to meet the boy's eyes and made up some untruthful story about how he ran off and didn't come back. Didn't fool me and I carefully studied the boy and it definitely didn't fool the boy either.

What a smart child he is.

"You want another meat pie, love?" Lovett chimed in again, breaking the terrorizing silence that bound us together. I felt relieved like a weight has been lifted from me.

I must get rid of that body and quickly before the boy actually does find him.

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Already passed midnight on the grandfather clock as I sat in the only lounge seat settling stiff and tense, letting my eyes gaze grimly, graze unholy into the burning flames of which has my soul become. Fingertips dig deep into the soft upholstered body of the arm rest, only causing more pain.

I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes. I let my head fall back slowly and I opened my lips, only to take in a few slow breaths.

The warm air terrorized my lungs; the smoke burned like the pits of hell scraping down my raw throat every time I inhaled. I was so used to the pain it was like normal to me.

Out of the blue, the small boy stepped into sight, his shadow dancing exotically on the walls as he moved closer towards me. I felt his presence and I could smell his skin. His dirt covered skin and alcoholic breath. "What do you want?" I asked, sitting in the same old position as moments ago. He inched even closer and that's when my eyes peeled open.

He seemed to get startled by my awakening. "Can I have some more gin, please?" he asked me in that sweet, childish accent of his that drove any man wild to have. Before answering the boy, I just sat there, staring blankly at him.

He blinked a few times yet I haven't even blinked once. "Why are you asking me…I don't care." I told him with a scowl on my lips. I honestly didn't care what that child does or what he has done or is even going to do. He wasn't my child and was never going to be. As I fidgeted more in my seat, I looked back into the flames, while that boy stood there.

"Thank you sir." He said full of terrible excitement. I sighed to myself and was once at home when that child left my presence. I didn't really know if I should admire that child for his swiftness and well understanding of things, or that I should just blame him for knowing too much—that young boy had charm and was very intelligent for his age; he just reminded me all too well of myself.

As Toby wandered into the other room, possibly to help Mrs. Lovett with her pies, I continued to sit, still stiff and tense as moments ago.

How could I let a little child get to me—I couldn't possibly let a little boy of only 14 get the better of me…or maybe just maybe I was somehow falling in deep admiration for the boy.

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As the rain grew stronger, so did my heartbeat. Mrs. Lovett entered the warm room with Toby. I thought I told them to leave me alone-or at least I have made thoughts about it.

It didn't seem that long ago that Toby was in this very room standing beside me, but now he was fast asleep in Mrs. Lovett's arms. She carefully placed the little boy on the couch far behind the seat at which I was sitting in and I continued to gaze.

My arms suddenly went limp, my eyes went heavy and my head fell back hard.

I was suddenly very exhausted as if I had been hit upside the head with a very large mallet of some sort or maybe the Gin was tainted. Mrs. Lovett creeped carefully towards me, I could feel every move she made grow on me. But I was so surprisingly tired I could barely move a muscle.

So instantaneously I had dozed off and wandered off into another world.

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E/N: If you readers can tell, Sweeney is starting to like Toby more and more after every chapter…I hope you like and continue to read!