Chapter 7:

Nellie woke up to the door slamming shut. She sat up, quick; frantically looking around. Tension was all over her body when she realized Mr. T took the place where Toby was, right beside her bed.

"Where's the boy?" Nellie questioned with much fear. Fear for Toby, not for herself.

"Away" was his only response.

Sweeney's eyes pierced into her soul. Angry, determined, daring... unafraid.

Mr. Lovett stayed as still as her body would allow. While her body was still, her mind was racing. Where was Toby? Was Sweeney going to kill her? If so, was he going to make it dramatic and slow, or fast?

Mr. T took her hand and pulled her onto her feet. He guided her out of the bedroom and towards the shop's doors.

This is it, Nellie thought.

As soon as they stepped outside, Sweeney's grip tightened and led to the door where no one came out of.

Sweeney forcefully pushed Nellie into the candlelit room. In the middle of the room lied the masterpiece Sweeney created while Mrs. Lovett was sleeping. Letting go of her arm, she carefully walked over to the lump that was covered with Sweeney's black leather cloak. As Nellie bent down over the cloak, Sweeney stepped towards her with the razor in hand.

Beneath the cloak was something Nellie would soon discover as a small, lifeless body. Looking much like the child she has came to love more than herself. Toby.

She immediately started sobbing, turning to Sweeney's harsh face; yelling "MONSTER! MONSTER!" Slamming herself on the floor like a child. Mr. T stood upon her, staring in disgust. Having enough of her loudness, Sweeney yanked her hair towards the ceiling, receiving a small yell from her mouth. Sweeney held her up, like a puppet, getting no help on her side. He dragged her over to the Chair. The Chair where every customer lost their life due to his rage. And now it was Nellie's turn.

Mr. Todd kicked the belts aside, for he definitely wouldn't be needing them. Nellie was putting up no fight what-so-ever.

Thrusting her into the Chair, Sweeney went in his usual position, giving Nellie no satisfaction of having a "special" death. Sweeney cleared his throat, and spoke:

"Nellie Lovett. The one I thought was my second love. The one I thought I could count on, in so many situations. But unfortunately one comes before two, and my first love was brutally killed by my second. Irony, isn't it great?"

Mrs. Lovett began to sob louder, regretting everything from the past.

"As you see, you decided to kill the one I loved dearly. So in return, I killed the one you loved. You can think of it as a thank you, I suppose."

At that, she cried hard and loud. Cursing the day she ruined everyone's life. Sweeney's, Lucy's, Toby's, and now, her own.

"But Nellie, oh sweet Nellie, we both know being 'even' is not ever good enough for me, right? I always have to be more. Be bigger than everyone else. And that includes you. So I guess you can think of this as a double thank you."

She still continued to cry through Sweeney's speech, and telling Toby how sorry she was.

Sweeney put his hand around Nellie's neck and jerked her head towards the ceiling, their eyes staring into each others.

Her eyes, so dark and pitiful, really. He could see his own reflection in her teary-filled eyes. His eyebrows narrowed towards the center of his face. Eyes squinting and cheek bones as sharp a nail, lips in a thin straight line. Nellie was right. He was a monster.

"SHUT YOUR EYES!"

She quickly obeyed, shaking the image of himself away.

Without a moments hesitation, he slit her throat with no regret and much satisfaction.