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Panic seized the area, with pie customers trying to run away, others simply staring in shock, or others falling the ground, clutching their stomachs.

"Up into my shop Mrs. Lovett!" Sweeney roared.

"Wot?' She shrieked, beating her rolling pin against a man who was feebly attempting to grasp her skirts.

"We need a place to barricade ourselves, get into the bloody shop woman!" He turned to the boy at his side. "Either stay with Mrs. Lovett or come with me to get the gin."

Toby was just starting to nod his head when Mr. Todd began pushing his way through the crowd and back into the shop. Those customers who weren't becoming mindless were being quickly devoured by those who were, and any who were running from the shop began to drop like flies as the strange sickness over took them. Slashing at any who dared to come near him, Sweeney reached the kitchen relatively unscathed and quickly opened the cupboards. "Gin." He growled to himself. "Where the bloody hell is the gin?"

"O'er 'ere sir!" Toby called, pointing towards a cabinet as he crawled up onto the counter. He lashed out with his feet at a man who was attempting to eat his shoe. "Mum keeps it high up, so I can't reach it!"

Sweeney shoved his way over to where Toby had indicated and wrenched the cupboard open. Grabbing all the bottles he could hold (how could so much fit in one place?) he turned back to where Toby was bravely punching at a drooling man's face. "C'mon!" He snarled, struggling for the door. "Up to my shop!"

Hacking and slashing at all that was before him, the barber managed a slow pace towards the door. The cuts his razor inflicted only served to slow the monsters. Though the blood that soon slicked the floor became more useful than the cuts, causing them to fall to the floor because of clumsy feet.

"Toby!" He snarled, looking back at where the boy was still stuck on the counter.

"Mr. Todd!"

Pulling the cap off of one of the gin bottle's, Sweeney snatched a lit pipe hanging loosely from a corpse's mouth, then ripped a piece of cloth from his shirt with his teeth. Hurriedly stuffing the cloth into the bottle, and kicking back all creatures that tried to touch him, he lit the shirt scrap with the pipe then tossed the bottle into the crowd.

The fire distracted them, allowing Toby to jump from the counter and dash towards the door. Sweeney was one step behind him.

"Mr. T! A bottle!" The boy cried, seeing a line of limping and drooling, glassy eyed men on the stairs towards the barber shop.

"I don't want to waste anymore! Grab a chair from the tables." He stabbed his razor into the base of one man's neck, trying hard not to drop the gin bottles.

Doing as he was bid, Toby snatched a toppled chair and then dashed back to the staircase. "Keep away from me mum!" He screamed, bashing at all within arms reach.

"Get up the stairs boy!" Sweeney shouted, being pushed away from them by a massive horde or Londoners.

Not needing to be bid again, Toby knocked down all that were in his way and simply leapt over their still moving bodies. Panting at the stair's top, Toby turned his back towards the door, ready to hold back the creatures that started to stand once more. "Mrs. Lovett!" He cried, hoping she would open the door. Toby heard a soft chime, and then a pair of hands pulled him inside.

Stumbling, he dropped his chair and watched Mrs. Lovett slam the door shut once more and lock it. She spun around towards him, looking frazzled and wide-eyed. "Where's Mr. T?"


A/N If it means anything, no, I'm not going for believability. Though this 'fic does make for one kick ass Mr. T. On a different note I originally intended each character to have their own unique weapon. Y'know, Sweeney has his razors, Mrs. Lovett had the rolling pin, then Toby with the gin. But I felt I would be crossing a line if I gave them an unlimited amount of gin, so I gave the boy a chair instead.