Sweeney Todd : The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (mr_todd) wrote in parabolical,
Glaring at the thick, plastic bag Mr. Todd flipped the blade open and closed casually. Did he enjoy it? Merriment was not found in this death, nor any other, it simply silenced the monster in his head. Soothed his soul.
Slowly he lifted his head and his glowering eyes to the man that stood uneffected by the shining blade. From below those sinister orbs wrinkles formed as his thin lips curled into a devilish grin. Lunging forward he swooshed the blade length wise across the pale gentleman's throat.