Second to last chapter! This one is based on the Evanescence song Weight of the World (which I was listening to nonstop).

Disclaimer: (Forgot this on the last chapter. Oh well.) Sweeney Todd? Don't own. Evy Cassidy? Own. Holly? Own. Jacob's dead body? I'd rather not own...Evanescence lyrics? Don't own. Those belong to Amy Lee. Is there anything else? Nope? Well then, a-reading we shall go!

Ch.21 No Holding Back

Feels like the weight of the world

Holly stared at the body, the dead body, unable to move. The morbidity of the situation had frozen her to the spot, and she unwillingly began to study the details.

Like God in Heaven gave me a turn

Jacob Snyder was in the chair, slumped down a bit. His eyes were opened so wide it looked like he was having a panic attack, with his mouth hanging open in shock. There was blood all over his shirt (brand new-just for Evy), and if Holly squinted close enough, she could see the cut in his throat where blood still flowed.

Holly felt bile rise up in her mouth. With a loud gag, she spun around and threw up.

Don't cling to me-I swear I can't fix you

Sweeney Todd stared at the spot where Lucy…Evy had been just moments ago. Finally, he registered that she had left, and hatred rose up in him (at who? Himself for his foolishness? Mrs. Lovett-who hadn't even really been there-or the strange voice, the one that gave him the choice of life?)

Either way, the hatred fueled his body, and he gave chase after the girl, fully intending to kill her (again, why?). And so Sweeney ran out into the raging storm. However, the girl was gone. She'd gotten a head start, and used it to its full extent.

No! I WILL find her!

Still in the dark-can you fix me?

Inspiration suddenly struck his brain, and Sweeney rushed off, knowing where to look for her.

Freefall freefall-all through life

Holly turned at the sound of footsteps. "Who's there?" she asked in a wavering voice, not able to fully see the figure at the door.

The figure didn't answer, but a flash of lightning illuminated his outline, giving Holly two important bits of information.

One-that the figure was indeed a man, one with a white streak in his hair.

Two-that there was the unmistakable shape of a straight razor clenched in one of his hands.

Holly felt her legs turn to jello. "Who are you?" she asked again, her voice coming out as a squeak. But she already knew. Only one person she'd ever seen had a streak like that. 'You're the guy from the park, the one Evy-," but what the girl was about to say was never finished.

If you love me then let go of me

At the mention of Evy's name, Sweeney lost control. He charged the girl and shoved the razor mercilessly into her face, mauling it with all he had. Somehow, the razor found an eye and was plunged into it and into the brain, killing her. But he didn't care that she was dead-no, he had something to take out his emotions on. Skin was ripped away, blood was spurting in every direction, and Sweeney was enjoying it.

Soon after, Sweeney walked out of the shop, blood covering every inch of his pale skin. He'd go home, and wait. She'd come back, of that he was certain. "And we'll get to her," he crooned to his stained 'friend'.

I won't be held down by who I used to be

He was correct.

But not in the way he thought. Evy was pacing up and down the dirt road by the tree (from earlier). Every part of her wanted to run away from here, get out of London and head back to America. Yet, there was still another part that insisted on staying-why, she didn't know.

In the end, that part won.

She's nothing to me

But first, Holly. Evy needed to find her friend and tell her everything. Otherwise, she'd burst!

And that's how Evy came upon the barber's shop, temporarily owned by a man named Cody Jones (who had somehow vanished).

Feels like the weight of the world

The rain began to pound her even harder than before. Even though lightning was flashing more frantically in the pitch sky, Evy couldn't see much.

The wind howled, chilling her to the bone. "Who knows? Maybe Holly went in here," she said aloud. Thunder crashed as a reply. "Okay then."

Like all my screaming has gone unheard

Inside the shop was better than outside, even though it was still dark. It was warm in here, but somehow Evy felt goosebumps prick her skin.

There was a dark shape in front of her—a chair.

And oh-I know you don't believe in me

She simply walked around it, stepping in something squishy at the same time. Looking down, she saw what seemed to be an undistinguishable puddle. This only served to worsen her bad feeling.

Her inner self was yelling now. GET OUT!! GET OUT!! But Evy was stubborn, and curiosity encouraged her on.

Safe in the dark-how can you see?

Evy yelped as something brushed against her. A feeling of dread rose up in the pit of her stomach.

Slowly, she spun around on her heels.

Jacob Snyder, the boy she met only a few days ago, the doctor who had helped her, was sitting in the chair, his face a mask of fear. Why? she wondered before spotting the gash along his neck.

Oh my G—she screamed mentally. Too frightened to do anything more, she ran the opposite direction.

Directly into the room where Sweeney Todd had recently murdered Holly.

Freefall freefall-all through life

Evy felt around for a flashlight, a switch, anything at all! Her hands found something warm and fleshy instead. Suppressing a shout, she felt around the warm object.

Is there a cell phone? She asked herself, feeling for jeans. Aha! With a triumphant smile (considering what she just saw), she flipped the cell phone open…and dropped it.

If you love me then let go of me

"Holly?" Evy hesitatingly asked. "Is that you?"

There was no reply. Evy picked up the cell phone again, this time firmly. Flipping open the cover, she bent down to peer at the body lying on the stone floor.

It was Holly.

But it looked nothing like the girl who was Evy's best friend since childbirth. Instead it resembled a bloody carcass. The only way she could tell that it was Holly was the clothing. The clothing that they'd just bought today. The clothing that was now ruined and stained beyond repair. Holly's blonde hair was now (ironically) crimson red, and the face—

The face was so torn up that there were bits of the skull shining out. Evy choked back her own vomit, tears brimming at the shock.

"H-holly?" she asked in a tiny voice.

But there was no reply. Not that she expected any. There were shreds of muscle everywhere. Holly had not just been killed, she'd been massacred! And judging by her warmth, it had been not too long ago. I could've stopped this…

I won't be held down by who I used to be

Evy rose, tears of blood streaming down her face like Indian war paint. She knew who had done this. And it was going end. It didn't matter that this guy had a razor. It didn't matter if he's a maniac. Nothing truly matters, she mused, taking one last glance at Holly's broken body.

Anger filled her, rushing through her veins, at the horrid sight.

"I promise I won't hold back," she whispered to her life-long friend, so suddenly dead. Those were the words she repeated silently as she exited the shop.

She pointed her body towards Fleet Street— "I promise."

—and took a step into her own Hell.

"I promise."

I love this chapter as well, but it took forever to type up! Especially Holly's death. Was it gruesome enough? Review please! (One more chapter to go!)