Rubies from a Razor
1
The First Kill
Sweeny walked over to the trunk. He lifted the lid slowly and Pirelli lifted his head in confusion. His eyes were half open and he was wondering where he was. Pirelli felt a cold arm wrap around to the front of his neck and felt a sharp sting as Sweeny pulled the razor across his throat, letting blood rubies spew everywhere. Sweeny tucked Pirelli's lifeless body back in the trunk, clean the floor of any traces of blood, and begin to wipe the blood off his razor.
Nellie Lovett walked in just a minute later. "Love, do you know when Pirelli will be back? That boy is drinking me out of Gin."
"Oh he won't be coming back." replied Sweeny, not looking up from his razor.
Nellie's eyes widened, "Mr. T, you didn't." she lifted the lid of the trunk and closed it quickly. "You're barking mad."
"He remembered me from the old days." he replied.
She opened the trunk again, "Oh, well in that case," she reached down and took the tiny clip purse stained by blood, and looked inside. She made a half satisfied look and placed the purse in her cleavage.
Sweeny walked over to the window and saw Judge Turpin and the Beatle Bamford. "Out." he said, "OUT!"
Nellie opened the door and scurried out. She passed the Judge on the way down the stairs.
Sweeny quickly looked for something to hide the blood stains on his shirt. He put on his barbers jacket and started to run his razor along the strip of leather. The bell rang and the Judge walked in.
"I have been told that you can give a shave with ten times the dexterity then that Pirelli fellow can." said the Judge.
"You have been told correct my Lord." replied Sweeny.
"Then you understand why I am here?"
"Of course. So shall we get to it then ?"
The judge answered by taking a seat in the chair and pulling his collar out of the way.
"You see my friend," began the Judge as Sweeny brushed shaving cream over the Judge's face. "I have decided to marry my ward to shield her from the dangers of the world, but when I offered myself to her, she showed a sense of… reluctance. And it has come to my attention that I am not so presentable."
"I see." replied Sweeny, beginning to shave the Judges face. "Well this my Lord, will be the closest shave you will ever have."
The Judge went on about his problems with his ward, Johanna, and halfway through the shave, Anthony opened the door.
"Mr. Todd! Mr. Todd you have to help me!" began Anthony, not noticing the Judge.
The Judge stood up and cleaned the shaving cream from his face. "I have no use for your services any longer Mr. Todd. It is all too clear what kind of company you keep. I will make sure of it that you never shave another face again!" he pushed Anthony out of the way and walked out the door, slamming it behind him."
"Mr. Todd! You have to help me. It's about Johanna." began Anthony again.
"Out." said Sweeny in a low voice.
"But Mr. Todd," continued Anthony.
"OUT!" yelled Sweeny.
Anthony scurried out and let the door swing shut.