'Casey hang on a minute!' Alistair yelled out as she jumped onto Sweeney's back. He wanted to object but he knew deep down that he had no real idea of how to combat this monster. He watched in horror as Casey thrust her arm down the creatures throat. Lulu tugged at his shirt sleeve and pulled him over to where her mother sat.
It was difficult work hauling Mrs Carol out of the building. Casey's flames made quick work of the hair salon and sent waves of painful hot air shooting in their direction. By the time they had managed to drag her outside Alistair had to dump Mrs Carol onto the ground and immediately duck and roll to put out the fire that had started on his shoulder.
Sweeney howled in agony as he swiped at the girl that gripped him tightly. He bit and choked on her hands and attempted to slice and cut at her, but as soon as he got the blades within an inch of her throat they melted and exploded into shards of hot orange liquid which vanshed amongst the blue fire. He felt a burning pain erupt under his fire proof scales, sending them shooting off in different directions like bits of popping pop corn. Soon the flesh and muscle and eventually the bone beneath was charred black and vanished into the inferno. There were no parting words, no curses of revenge, the demon of fleet street had met his end at the hands of the all powerful force of nature that was Casey Valentine.
'She's amazing.' Lulu coughed as she looked up at the burning building. The pink paint had been torched black and the polka dots had been reduced to grey spots in shattered windows. Clouds of fire burst from every doorway and window. Alistair could hear people screaming and shouting behind him, soon the fire engines would arrive to deal with the inferno before it destroyed anything else.
'She is.' He agreed and picked himself up off the floor, 'Hopefully she can get out of there before it collapses and-' Alistair began before a shrill murderous cry echoed through the air. He turned to his left and saw Mrs Lovett marching towards them with blood running down her forehead, she must have been knocked out after the charge from Sweeney Todd.
'YOU MURDEROUS LITTLE CRETINS! I'LL ROAST YOU ALIVE IN PASTRY!' She screeched, her mouth breathing clouds of wispy black smoke over the pavement.
'Oh for gods sake can't these people just stay down?' Alistair roared in frustration and began to march towards Mrs Lovett.
'Al what are you doing? She'll kill you!' Lulu cried out. She was still sat on the pavement clutching her mother in her arms and fanning her face in an attempt to wake her up.
'Yeah. Probably will. She has powers and I'm just a thinker' Alistair mumbled, but his eyes didn't leave Mrs Lovett's. They were still as sharp as ever and filled with determination. His stride didn't break and his fists remained clenched.
'I'll eat you alive.' Mrs Lovett hissed, her voice beginning to sound ethereal and frightening as she pointed at Alistair with one of her gloved fingers, 'Your whore killed my beloved!'
'No she didn't.' Alistair growled and raised his fist.
'Yes she did! I'll slay you!' Mrs Lovett screamed, her features becoming more darker by the second.
'No you won't!' He barked at her.
'Yes I will! One touch boy! That's all I need and you'll suffer like all the rest! I'll avenge my beloved' She screeched and waved her hands through the air.
'He's not dead.'
'Silence you dirty liar!'
'He's not!' Alistair roared and threw the fist, but rather than punch the witch he pointed to her side, 'He's right there.' He spoke before nodding towards the homicidal barber that stood by Mrs Lovett's side smiling happily at her. Mrs Lovett let out a squeak of surprise, her eyes widening with shock as she let out a cry.
'Mr Todd? You're alive?' Mrs Lovett asked with a look on her face that resembled the type of look someone would have if they had been slapped with something smelly and oddly shaped. 'No but I appreciate your affections my dearest.'
Sweeney Todd spoke cheerfully before turning into a fluffy blue cat that grinned at the witch before vanishing into the air. In that short moment of surprise Alistair made his move.
He jumped forward and grabbed Mrs Lovett's wrist before shoving the palm of her hand into her face. The woman let out a shriek as she swallowed a cloud of her own disgusting black magic.
'You dreadful little boy! I'll strangle you! I'll-' She cursed and swiped at empty air before suddenly freezing on the spot and clutching her chest, 'Oh no...oh no I just-'
'Cast your own spell on yourself.' Alistair spoke as he turned away from Mrs Lovett and walked back to Lulu, who was now staring at Alistair with a mixture of shock and joy, 'It's been nice knowing you Mrs Lovett.' Alistair spoke but didn't turn around to wave good bye to the killer, not even when she let out a piercing scream as her spell bound and twisted her form, 'I'm sure you'll make a lovely pie for some pigeons' He spat before crouching beside Lulu.
'Can you stand?' He asked and took her hand in his. Lulu was now staring at what was once Mrs Lovett, but was now a small freshly baked brown pie.
'A spell to turn people into pies. That's really strange.' Lulu spoke before hoisting her mother up off the pavement floor.
'You need to go. Authorities will be here soon, but make sure to come over to Casey's.' Alistair instructed and turned back to the burning building and started searching for any sign of Casey.
'I will. After all the chaos I fancy having a sleep over with pizza, pop corn and stupid movies' Lulu chuckled before looking over her shoulder as Cheshire appeared behind her, 'You can get me home can't you Cheshire sir?' 'If I must Alice.'
He spoke with a warm chuckle before circling her and her mother and covering them both in blue smoke. They vanished instantly into thin air, leaving Alistair alone outside the burning building.
Alistair looked left and right to check if anyone had seen what had just happened. They had been lucky, most people were too distracted by the flames which shot out from the roof of the building. Their magical battle didn't appear to be of much interest at all.
'Twelve o'clock' Alistair whispered to himself before turning away from the building and walking away, 'We'll have to do something about that.'
A few minutes later
'Do you need a ride?' Alistair asked Casey as she walked past him on the pavement. He figured that she must have been exhausted otherwise she would have noticed him clumsily pull up on her dads motor bike and almost mount the curb. He pulled the helmet off his head and smiled at her.
'You've really got to stop saving us Casey. It's making us look back' He chuckled before tossing the spare helmet he had tied down on the back seat to her.