Author: HeatherLovett PM
Tobias escapes from the basement, only scarred but mentally from the death of his 'mother' Nellie Lovett. A murderer in his own mind, he begins to lose sight of himself. He thinks love would escape even the innocent child he believes he used to be. But can his love he only ever felt for Mrs Lovett be replaced?Rated: Fiction K - English - Drama/Horror - Tobias R. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 4,345 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-19-13 - Published: 11-15-12 - id: 8706470
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I hug my little 4 year old brother and step out into the cold air, walking along the cobblestone of the sidewalk on the cool street. It's winter in London, a dreadful night for anyone, really. My brother, Todd, sits on the windowsill watching me. He'll probably be there until I'm well on my way. I just have to pick up some bread for my father, but see it really hasn't been very safe here lately. I suppose 1842 has been a bad year for everyone, what with all the murders.
I walk passed the bakery and smell a foul stench of cooking meat pies. I always hated them when my mother made them , so I never tried the locals. A boy runs out onto the street, coughing and falls to his knees next to me. He's only my age, about 14. I recognize him as the salesboy for Pirelli's elixir. Bu he had long blonde hair then. I like him much better with his hair now, I guess. But why is he coughing so much? Why was he in Mrs Lovett's?
"Oh my! Are you okay?" I bend down and help him of his hands and we're both kneeling, looking into each others eyes. He drops something to his side and pushes it into a drain before I can see what it is.
"Yes. Er. Yes, ma'am. I'm fine." He tucks his hands in his coat pockets.
"Do you live there? Where's Mrs Lovett? What's that awful stench?" I ask as we stand. I adjust my scarf.
"I found my master pushing my mother- my friend, master… into an oven. Then he dropped dead from other injuries." The boy whispers. As if there's anyone else on the street. But a knot forms in my stomach at the thought.
"You saw that?" I ask. He nods. I take him in a hug and he smells of smoke and filth. He shakes in my embrace. "Do you have a place to stay?"
"I reckon they'll send me to the workhouse again and maybe I'll get another 'home'" He gives a slight smile. "I'm disposable to them though, may be dead by the end of the month if I'm lucky. Maybe the heavens got a plan for me though. I thought they did before." He stares down at the drain where he tossed that object earlier.
"I'm an orphan. I worked for Pirelli before he died… mysteriously. But Mrs Lovett took me in, and I thought she was my gift from god. I promised I'd protect her. I promised nothing would harm her. I promi"
I cut him off before the tears already welling in his eyes flow down his pale cheeks. "It's fine. I promise you now. I'll keep you safe."
"You will? What's your name?"
"Ravinia," I smile to him, holding out my hand. He replies with a glum smile and a shake of my hand.