Lovers Are Better Off Dead
Disclaimer: None of these characters, except for Andrew belong to me. The plot belongs to me, but neither Sweeney Todd the play or movie does. No duh.
Note: I haven't written in a while. Excuse the spelling mistakes.
Chapter One: Prologue
It ain't that hard to see that life is no storybook fairytale, but instead a monster-like creature. They let you live, watch you suffer, and then send you to your cruel, cruel death.
Really, it's an over exaggerated thing, and many people would find death a great relief from
Reality. In our little isolated planet, there are several types of people.
The most common, would simply be the common-folk. On top, would be the "nobles" or better known as those with money and power.
Along the long winding path of live you will always bump into these people, but also along the way, you'll meet a group of people floating among the clouds.
In our society these people are known as the lovers. They let their heads float up high to the clouds, and forget about keeping their feet firmly planted on the ground.
Often times, they get so caught up in their love lives, that they become everything to them, but eventually, something terribly wrong happens, and they drop from these clouds,
Far off in distance. Now they have lost their lives, and their love, and also their trust. So are lovers worth more dead... or alive?
"That bloody barber." Mrs. Lovett thought to herself, referring to the thumping upstairs. "Never eats, never sleeps.
Hmph, I'm beginning to think that he's isn't human." she muttered under her breath to no one in particular. She began to slice up an apple to bring to Mr. Todd
, to serve as his "dinner". "Ow!" she shrieked before dropping the knife. A trickle of blood ran down her finger onto her wrist and arm.
She put her lips on her finger and sucked the blood off. She sighed before trudging merrily up the wooden stairs that led to Sweeney Todd's barbershop.
"Mr. Todd?" She opened the door without knocking. "What is it you want Mrs. Lovett?" he flatly stated. "Your dinner."
He shuffled his feet on the floor. He glared at her, aiming for her eyes, but realizing he missed and hit a little lower to her bosoms. If he had gotten her eyes she would have left, but
Clearly he missed. He took a deep sigh. She walked over to him slowly. He didn't bother to look up. He didn't really want to hear her voice right now.
"Wot's bothering you, love?" She asked him soothingly. "Wot do you think?" he returned her question.
"Judge...Lucy. Johanna?" He simply glared at her. "And right now you are too. Leave, so that I have one less thing bothering me."
She stepped in front of him, and grabbed his neck. "You have to learn to let go of the past dearie, you'll never make it through life that way." She paused and looked around. "Of course, this isn't really a "normal" life...but it's still a life that you are living. Besides;" She leaned closer and whispered into his ear.
Her warm breath against his cold, cold skin. "You are just troubled man...haunted by another man's past." With that the thudded out of the room, and slammed the door behind her. He felt something on his neck.
He reached to feel what it was. Still a little bit read, the blood from her cut finger had ended up on the back of his neck. He looked at it, and imagined it on her pale skin.
He closed his eyes for a moment. Images flashed through his head. Benjamin Barker, the Judge...Lucy...and baby Johanna...the usual thoughts. He kept his eyes closed as the pictures flashed in a random order.
Benjamin Barker...Johanna...Lucy...Johanna...Judge...Lucy...Mrs. Lovett. He opened his eyes puzzled. How did she end up in his thoughts? He tried to imagine her again. But he couldn't, but he could see something shiny on her neck.
What was that? It was golden. Shaped like a heart. It looked...strangely familiar, yet he'd never seen Mrs. Lovett wear it. He closed his eyes again. The pictures popped up, and went round and round. Finally an image of a laughing Mrs. Lovett shot through the back of his mind.
She looked...different. He concentrated hard on her neck. A locket. The shiny golden thing was a locket. It still looked oddly familiar. An image of Lucy slid in place of Mrs. Lovett.
The locket. Lucy wore the exact same one. "Mr. Todd? Are you going to sleep standing up?" A sharp voice awoke him from his thoughts.
He didn't answer her. Instead her looked at her neck. Only aimed too low...again. She looked at him funny. And walked out of the room without questioning him.
He walked over the barber chair. And sat down. A long story flashed through his mind. A long, long story...