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Sweeney landed on his back, and managed to keep hold of the gin, though he lost all of his air. The drooling, glassy eyed horde descended on him, groping and intending to sink their teeth into him. He kicked and struggled, lashing out with his razor.
Stars danced before his eyes as he wheezed, in desperate need of air. What sounded like yelling and nasty cracking sounds suddenly started up in the distance, but he ignored them in his attempt to stand.
Nellie was, in no words strong, but no one could ever call her weak. With a hand gripping her rolling pin, she swung deftly at the men's heads, more often then not sending them topping over the stair's banister. She was pleased with the result of the sturdy wood against the monster's skulls, glad she had never coped out when it came to her kitchen accessories.
Blows to the head seemed to effectively stun them, so that even when she didn't knock them down she managed to get past them.
"Mr. T!" She shouted, reaching the bottom of the stairs. "Mr. T!"
A group of monsters had swarmed at the edge of the table where she had seen him last, causing her to fear the worst.
"Mr. Todd!" Nellie screeched, increasing her speed and amount of blows to all before her.
Suddenly a creature was pushed back, knocking several others away as well. Pulling himself up and holding out his razor in a hand, the bloodied bruised and snarling Sweeney Todd looked every inch a demon barber; and very much alive.
Nellie let out a shriek of joyous and mildly demented laughter, staring at the man with admiration as her weapon collided with another creature's skull. His eyes flickered towards the source of the sound, finally noticing her.
Not even bothering with his razor, Sweeney pushed his way through the crowd on brute strength alone until he reached her. "Back to the shop Mrs. Lovett! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing out here?"
"But-"
"Move!" He snarled, pushing her towards the stairs with his body. Back pressed against her body he began to walk backwards, trusting her to lead them towards the stairs.
Sweeney's razor sang through the air before cutting through a man's flesh, and was soon joined with the sick cracks of Nellie's rolling pin on a skull.
A/N With all that is actually written up of this story, so far, I can proudly say this is one of the most romantic moments...and I doubt if that fact will be changing any time soon.
