A/N: set in London after Sweeney Todd, a girl and a boy go exploring in the old haunted shop on Fleet Street, what they meet there makes London wish they had burned that shop once and for all.
Based off of the movie, if you haven't seen it, you'll be fine.
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Susan and Nicholas ran down Fleet Street, angry shopkeepers shouting at them as they passed, the children just kept running, laughing and smiling.
Susan was a simple girl with shoulder length dark brown hair, and big brown eyes that displayed every emotion at once. She was dressed in simple gray skirts, a filthy shift, and a pair of soft-soled leather shoes.
Nicholas was also a very plain boy, his dark-almost black eyes matched his black hair; His clothes were of working-class nature, a brown leather vest over a white shirt, with a pair of pinstripe slacks and two soft-soled shoes.
"You're a slow one, lad!" shouted the shrill voice of Susan from ahead
"Well see about tha' when I catch you, pet!" Nicholas retorted
Susan rounded a fruit cart in the cobblestone road and looking around saw the dusty doorway to the old Meat Pie Shop, and bounded inside.
Breathing heavily, Susan looked around for a place to hide; spotting a doorway to a second room she quickly shuffled over and saw wondrous things her family could never afford, a piano, several pictures, a second chesterfield, and a shelf full of bottles containing various alcoholic drinks.
Susan was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the soft tinkle of the bell when the door opened, spying an easy-chair in the far end of the room near the fireplace, Susan dove behind it.
Nicholas entered the front room of the Pie Shop looking for Susan, walking into another room, decorated heavily, "Wot a waste, stupid girly junk, tha' is." Nicholas sneered
Walking further into the room he spied a staircase, it looked empty and void of life, Nicholas suppressed a shudder and carried on, down the hall he found two double doors, "Susan, you're always the worst at hidin'." Nicholas scolded as he dragged the rusty doors open and proceeded down the long stairs leading into the abyss.
Reaching a large metal door, Nicholas heaved it open, and was met with a sight to run your blood cold.
First Nicholas was hit with a wall of ungodly stench, then, from the light or the miraculously burning oven he saw it, two corpses sat rotting in a vast bloodstain on the hard-stone floor, several other corpses and skeletons filled with rotting flesh lay in the corner, rats gnawing on the bits of flesh squeaked at the sight of Nicholas and hid near a sewer grate.
Nicholas' hands were shaking and his jaw was slack, he shouldn't have seen this, is was unholy; backing away Nicholas crossed himself and ran up the stairs screaming "Bloody Murder!" at the top of his lungs.
Susan, hearing his shouts as he stomped past her once again became curious, and went to investigate, she traveled in the same path as Nicholas did, until she came across the pile of bloody corpses, and stood there, numb, simply taking in the gruesome sight, finally, coming to her senses, Susan walked closer to the two corpses in the middle, a man, though you could hardly tell with his bloodstained clothes and rotting flesh, kneeling over a woman, with a tattered dress and missing eyes.
Susan crossed herself and walked around the 'couple', finding a small silver, bloodstained object glistening in the light of the fire, Susan went to inspect it further, finding it to be a razor. "This must've cost a pretty penny, it did…" Susan murmured running her small pale finger along the blade and using the front of her shift, rubbing off most of the dried blood.
Susan sank to her knees overcome with emotion, tears welled up over her cheeks as she continued to clean the blade, a song spilled from her lips, one she had never heard, "There was a barber and his wife, and he was beautiful…" Susan sang quietly "A proper artist with a knife, but they transported him for life, and he was beautiful…" Susan became puzzled, a frown darkening her features; she was singing a song he hadn't been taught by her mother, which was odd indeed. Susan shrugged and kept singing. "And she was virtuous, and he was… naive…"
Unbeknownst to Susan the police had arrived with Nicholas in the cellar full of corpses, and the frown on the officers' faces wasn't looking like a bright outcome.
"Susanna Bekett?" a stout officer with red-brown hair asked in a hard voice
Susan's eyes were wide and her voice shook as she answered "Y-yes?"
The other officer stepped forward with a pair of rusted shackles, and began to put them on Susan's tiny hands "By the order of London I hereby place you under arrest under the terms of murder." His voice was gruff and hard, someone used to locking up children
The stout officer put his huge hand on Nicholas' shoulder, dwarfing the boy "You did the righ' thing, lad." He encouraged "But she's a little vixen, she is." He eyed Susan
Susan's tears began streaming anew, as she glared at Nicholas' downcast eyes, she followed his gaze to the razor on the floor, and a song one again spilled from her lips, only this one she decided to alter:
"You were my friend, you used to listen…
We used to play, used to smile, in the light,
My friend! My faithful friend!
Speak to me friend, whisper, I'll listen,
I know, I know you'll be locked out of sight,
For these years, like me my friend!
But I'll come home! To find you waiting!
Home! We'll be together, and we'll do wonders… won't we…?"
"Tha's enough, love." Grinned the officer holding her shackles, obviously enjoying this "You're gonna have a violent chat with Judge Tobias…"
"No…" Susan whispered, horrified.