Literature
Return Of The Demon Ch. 2
Return Of The Demon
Chapter Two
In a haze, when the mind is unstable, it is hard to tell how much time has passed. The most Sweeney Todd could understand at the moment was that the sky had gone from a sour gray to a sinister purple, a distant roar of thunder growling off in the distance. Small flashes lit up the clouds, the building thunder-heads gathering above him...
He was alive. He was breathing. The air had never tasted so sweet, so pure, so divine. He could feel the grass tickling his skin, he could feel the wind raking over his body, he could feel the ground, hard, beneath him. And very soon, if he were not to move, he would be able