Disclaimer: Do any of the other fanfiction writers get tired of writing disclaimers? (Maybe it's just me….?) Oooooooooookaaaaaaaaay, aside from that, it's disclaimer time! (yay XP) I do not own any of the Sweeney Todd related characters, setting, plot, etc. I just own the events…. That don't have to do with Sweeney Todd…..? Well, yeah (I think I worded that right?). Soooooo enough with that it's story time now! Please enjoy:


CHAPTER 4

Once again, night fall's sluggish arrival was like waiting for rain in a desert, and upon it's arrival, Toby found himself crying involuntarily and uncontrollably. I shouldn't have to deal with this yet, killing shouldn't be a life or death situation for me. He intertwined his small hands into his dirty, brown hair. He held the silver straight razor up to the dim moonlight. It shone like it was one of the hundreds of stars that dotted the midnight sky.

He had stalked his pray carefully. Watching, merciless of his pathetic soul. His target: the owner of the orphanage his mother had taken him to before he was to young to remember. He followed behind him without rest all day, his heart pounding at the thought of being covered in the blood of an enemy.

A young boy, one would think, would have other things on his mind. Toys, friends, maybe even helping a grocer work. But Toby's life was never like that. He had helped Mrs. Lovett with the meat pies, and she showed him more respect then he had ever felt. But in the end, it turned out that she had never loved him, she was in everything with Mr. Todd, struck with lust over him. Past, nothing but past now.

The razor glistened below the cuff in his sleeve. His next victim was headed towards a highly isolated area. Wonderful. He sped his pace up now, making sure to stay unseen, but keeping him within sight. He quickened to a run, catching up quickly. He put a small hand around the other man's mouth, just before he let a faint gasp pass his lips.

He toppled over hitting his head hard on the ground, knocking the breath out of him for a split second. The man was laying inches from him moaning in pain as he held his head, a slight grimace on his rather young face. Toby acted quickly. He sat on top of the mans thin legs, grabbing his neck then thrusting his head numerous time to the hard street. He pulled the beautiful razor out and pressed it to the pale throat. He pressed harder as blood welled out from around the weapon. The other man's breath was off and on many times, but with one quick flick of his wrist, breathing ceased and the narrow street was silent. The only sound Toby could hear was his heart pounding and blood spilling out from beneath him.

Toby wiped the beautiful blood that covered the metal instrument on the waistcoat of the dead man and walked off.

He walked slowly and softly on the deserted London streets. It was odd how during the day, so many people walked around. Now, nobody was in sight and the wonderful crowded city had turned to a ghost town in the blink of an eye.

Toby's body lurched forward as an acidic liquid made its was up his throat. He gagged and fell to the ground. He sat, hands and knees on the ground, looking down waiting for something else to happen. But nothing came. What am I waiting for? He let silence surround him, not daring to breathe.

He started to play with the razor. He nearly dropped it, and in the process, cut himself. The sharp sting brought him back to reality as the bright red blood welled up and spilled out of the rather deep cut.

He began to think as the blood dripped down and splattered onto the street, although, he wasn't very sure what it was about. He did this quite often, and it bothered him to not know of anything that his own mind made up. Am I not in control of myself? What's wrong with me?

The moon shone bright on his back and the night wind blew angrily, pricking his skin with coldness beyond imagination. But, he stayed in the same position, unable to move, struck with fear, but unable to name it. His heart beat and he brought the sharp object up. The cold metal touched his neck, and set an icy chill through his body.

He sighed.


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