Iv'e decided to extend my first chapter
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Sweeney sat there on the sill of his window. Staring over the empty streets of London, and the dim foggy morning sky. his lips were dry, for they hadn't parted for hours. He had missed many hours of sleep. Maybe once every other night he would doze off, but other then that, the dark rings hung around his eyes. His obsession with killing the judge had effected him greatly.

As his eyes began to droop, and the sun began to rise, the door opened, and the bell above it clanged, causing his eyes to jerk back open. His glance stayed staring out the window, and he was still stiff, be it customer or not. And it wasn't. Mrs.Lovett came in with a tray of food, which she placed on his dusty desk, next to last night's dinner. The food had obviously been neglected.

"Mr. Todd, you haven't even touched your food my love." She lifted the tray and walked towards the door. "You won't even live to see the day that judge dies if you don't get some food in you." The bell jingled behind her as she left. He sat there unaffected by her words, listening to the sound of the stairs creek under her steps.

He sat at the window sill a very long time, watching the vermin of London bustle in the streets. This place was hell. The sound of Mrs.Lovett's Whistled tune traveled through the thin wood. It calmed his nerves a bit, but he was still anxious for the day the judge would come walking through that door. The thought of Joana being with that pig disgusted him. He finally lifted himself from his sill, and walked over to the tray that sat on his desk. The warm fumes that had previously rose from the food, was now gone. Lifting a cold and hard roll, he took a large bite, and swallowed down some water.

Down below, as Mrs.Lovett waited her customers, a smile played along her face at the sound of Mr. Todd's footsteps paced, and she continued to whistle her tune.

If the roll had any taste to begin with, Sweeney hadn't recognized it. When he finished the roll, he wiped his hands and reached for his blades. snapping one open, a small smirk played along his face as he saw himself in the blade's reflection. "A monster." he whispered to himself.

The sound of the door swinging open, and the bell changeling, caused him to slightly jump. He had been too wrapped up to hear them come up the stairs. " A shave my good man?" questioned the man. He nodded in a response, already taking off his cap and coat. He carelessly threw them in a corner of the floor, Grabbing a large cloth and wrapping it around the man's neck.

It wasn't until he was applying the cream that he had glimpsed at the man, he was rather portly. He kind of reminded him of the judge, his blood began to boil, but he maintained calm at a glance. The blade roughly went across his stubble, and as it slid along his neck, the force grew stronger, and it wasn't long before crimson blood had begun to pour from his neck.

He casually put his foot over the pedal, and the chair reclined back, sliding the man backwards, until a large crack echoed off the floor, and he kicked his coat and hat to follow the same fate. He then gracefully wiped his blade clean, and threw the now blood stained cloth onto his table.

At the echo of the crack, Mrs. Lovett jumped. But she left the sign flipped, reading 'Sold Out'. Grabbing a scrub she went up the flight of stairs. He sat in the chair, again staring off, almost oblivious of her presence. She was already scrubbing at the blood stained floor, before it had a chance to stain. "Why can't you ever clean up this mess yourself?" She asked, knowing she wouldn't get a reply, and she didn't. She sighed, and then lifted herself to see his blood drenched clothes. "Look a't you Mr. Todd, you look filthy."

He shook his head. " You know that be a problem I can solve on my own." He said bitterly, his face still fixed on the wall.

" Now don't be stubborn Mr. Todd. " She said placing her arms on his shoulders. " Slicing is the only job of yours. "

His body jumped at her oddly warm touch. He immediately lifted from his chair and pointed towards the door. " Get out. "

Her face was expressionless, but she turned to the door anyway. " Just trying to help Mr. Todd. "

He sat back down again, his cold skin still tingling from the warmth. He hadn't realized how cold he actually was. How cold the room was.

Sweeney's eyes slowy opened, and he found himself in the same dark room. He had dozed off again, yet it had already been a full day, wasted. Surely Mrs. lovett was lacking stock today, and things weren't that busy. He shrugged off the thought, and trotted across the room, and down the stairs. Below, the room was much warmer then his own.

Searching for whatever food he could find through the common thick smell of meat pies. His eyes quickly glanced over the room, and he found Mrs.Lovett drooped in her chair. She looked exhausted, and covered in flower. He shook his head. " Foolish thing. " He said to himself. But as he reached for the cabinet handle, his arm brushed against a pot, and it rolled to the floor with a loud 'thunk'.

Mrs. Lovett's head jerked forward, and her head lolled as she tried to wake herself. "Mr.Todd?" She asked in a dazed tone. At the sight of him near her dirty pots and silverware, she lifted herself from the chair, and pushed Sweeney onto a seat. Immediately she began grabbing objects and ingredients from the few cabinets and cupboards that adorned her kitchen. " It startles me a bit that your in search of food, but don't be foolish enough to try and do it on your own. " Mrs. Lovett said while bustling around the room.

Sweeney gave her a stern look that she felt Peirce her back, but she ignored it. " Just go back to sleep. " He said in his low tone, as he left the room and went back upstairs.

Mrs. Lovett shook her head and soon followed behind him, With a tray of warm cooked food. 'Stubborn old mule he is. ' she thought to herself as she lifted up the stairs. As she entered the room, she found him seated on his window sill, staring at the again empty streets of London. " I didn't mean to insult you back there Mr. Todd. Just tried to talk, that's all. You don't seem to talk much since the judge slipped away from you. "

He quickly got up and began walking towards her angrily. " He didn't slip away! It was mere luck! " He yelled.

She nodded her head. " There's no point in denying anything, No help at all." She said while walking over to his table and placing down his prepped food. " I hope you plan on eating this. " She said turning back to him. He stood in the spot she had left him in with his head hanging to the floor, silent again. " Oh Mr. Todd. " She said in a disappointed tone. She lightly pushed him to the chair in front of his desk, and sat him next to his food. She then grabbed an old wooden stool, and pulled it up beside him. " Please Mr. Todd, you need to eat something. " She begged, pushing the food slightly closer to him.

His head slowly turned to meet her gaze. Those large black orbs that she called eyes. They were filled with sorrow, Loneliness. He knew exactly what that felt like. With an ounce of reluctance, he reached for the warm bread in front of him, and ate. It felt warm and fluffy in his mouth. It felt nice to eat something warm and soft, it had been a while. In silence he ate, feeling uncomfortable with Mrs. Lovett sitting so close to him. And out of the corner of his eye, he saw a smile spread across her face. It annoyed him in a way, but in a way it comforted him. She had been there for him, whether he liked it or not.

He had finished little of the food, before he pushed it away and returned to his sill.

" I'm glad you ate some Mr. Todd. I'll be able to sleep with ease tonight. " As she took the tray and left the room, he shook his head with a small smirk. "Sleeping with ease." He repeated. " That would be nice. "

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Iv'e been listening to the sweeney todd sound track as I write : It's a big help, please tell me how i'm doing, especially with staying in character!