AN: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SWEENEY TODD: DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET FRANCHISE!
Me: Sorry 'bout the bit of lateness that comes with this installment ^^' I've been a bit swamped, and because it's getting pretty late, I'm not quite sure how this one'll turn out.
Arya: Hope you enjoy it anyways!
Athena: And please do review! We love reviews ^^
Annabeth: Though I'm sure she'll kill me subconsciously later, Colby is a bit upset at the moment. So go easy on her if you feel a desire to flame, alright?
Chapter Fifteen: Dreaming,
Falling into an uneasy sleep, Madeleine stayed in the old abandoned shack that she had once called her home. As she lay motionless, her breathing slowed and her body curled up in a small ball, she began to dream.
Madeleine wandered into the shack, surprised to see it as it once had been years ago. In the right corner lay a small bed, in the left, a furnace, a small but steady fire growing in it's pit. In the center sat a lone rocking chair. Startled, Madeleine hid as she saw a young child, no older than seven, enter the room. The child was beautiful, long locks of brunette hair falling around her shoulders and back, a small form, but the most intriguing feature was the child's eyes. Her emerald eyes did not seem that of a child, rather they held ghosts and fear eminent within their gaze. Frightened, the child whirled her head to look behind her, relief flooding her eyes when a small boy entered the room.
The boy was very familiar to Madeleine, like a memory long since lost, trying unsuccessfully to return to the surface of her mind. He had the same brunette hair and eyes as the female child. Urgently, he took hold of her hands and tried to force her out of the room in time, but Madeleine saw it was too late, a tall man had entered the room, shoving a woman along in front of him. He was a burly man, the look on his face showing such great hatred that Madeleine had only ever recognized as a small child, much like the one before her.
The man began to strike the woman, beating her senseless, not caring that the children were crying out for him to stop. Then when he had finished her, leaving her bleeding form on the floor, he turned to face the boy who had tried to pull him off of the woman in a desperate attempt to rescue her. Smiling he approached the young lad who had begun to back away.
"James?" The child called out from where she huddled against the wall, turning her tear-streaked face towards the scene. "James, Don't go! don't leave!" She called out, afraid of what was to come. Trying to stand, she found her legs failed her; Madeleine had heard what she was terrified she would. That little girl was her.