Sweeney Todd : The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (mr_todd) wrote in parabolical,
The burden was heavy indeed. Not nearly as heavy as his heart. A heart that burned with anger for such a foolish discovery. Once upon a time in jolly, dank London this would never have been discovered. Tossing up his hands in a fit of anger the demon barber hiss between his yellowed teeth.
"Trash?" From over his shoulder came a piercing glare set on the nosy girl. "Aren't they all." Every last soul. Not one among them was clean. They all had filthy spots they would never be rid of. They all deserved to die.
"My burden good sir, is mine to carry." He said with a growl. From within the folds of his apron he found his sharp friend. With a click the blade flipped open, catching the gleam of the moon in the wide silver blade.