A/N I wont be home until late tomorrow, so I decided to give you an extra update today, 'cause there wont be one tomorrow. So, enjoy the extra tidbit- Things just seem to be getting worse for our dear trio right now, aren't they? -evil cackle-
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Higher ground. That was what he needed, and the table managed to provide it. The once-men seemed to lack the motor capabilities of simply stepping up after him, so instead they stretched their arms and attempted to grab his ankles. Gasping for breath, he gave himself a moments respite, stomping on the hands and kicking at the faces of those who got too close.
Sweeney Todd had died once before, and had no intention of doing it again.
Though the distance to the stairs from his perch was short, the mass of people between him and the stairs seemed incredibly large. And admittedly, working through the lot was tiring work. Fire seemed to frighten and hurt them more the gashes, but he didn't want to waste his precious gin resource too soon. Apparently decapitation worked well too, as he had come across a customer with a slit throat and accidentally removed the man's head. The body had stopped moving, though the man's eyes had still roved around aimlessly in his skull.
But getting close enough to cut off their head would be difficult. Not to mention the cutting off part, as very few of those below him had deep slits across their throats.
Kicking another man's teeth in, Sweeney lost his balance and tumbled down.
"'E needs 'elp mum!" Toby reached for his chair, but Mrs. Lovett stopped him.
"Then I'll be the one goin' after 'im."
"Bu-"
"No arguin'! An if somein' bad 'appens to the both of us, ya stay 'ere. Is tha' clear Toby?"
Toby held back his retorts, and instead nodded his head.
"Good lad. Not lock the door behind me." Mrs. Lovett grabbed her rolling pin and reached for the door. She hesitated, turning back to look at Toby. He gave her a hopeful look, as if asking her to stay, but she simply smiled, and opened the door.