Blood Drops

It started out slow.

Then came the blast. Low, dark melodies filling his ears as he polished that blessed silver. He found himself looking out the window at the gloom that always surrounded London; the gloom that signified his mood.

Raindrops started to fall, hitting him from a hole in the cieling he looked up and closed his eyes, feeling the warm drop fall on his face.

He opened his eyes to see red.

Casually, he turned around and looked at his empty chair.

The next customer will come soon.

He wiped the blood off his face as the door jingled open; the next meal to come and sit down. It started small talk, as they always do, until he took his trusty friend and ended it.

Arsenic

The bottle was small. That was odd to her, that the bottle was so small. Lucy thought, considering life was suppose to be a big and grand and hurtful adventure; that the bottle of Arsenic would be bigger than the little vial she held in her hands.

It was yellow, too. She would have thought the poisonous drink would have been a striking red, to end life. Her life.

Her life was gone.

So flicking back her head, she swallowed the vile liquid.

Many Years Ago

Benjamin Barker was a good man. A surprisingly very good man - any way he could help out the community, he did. If a neighbor needed a sixpence to pay a bill; he'd help them out. He even helped build the church that now resided, burned, down the street.

Yes, Benjamin Barker was a good man. A surprisingly very good man.

But that man was dead, now.

Now... now there was Sweeney Todd.