Hi! glad you came, I have nothing much to say right this second that I can't tell you in a bit after you finish but enjoy the story.

oh, and know the second you start, you cannot leave Andromeda's tale unfinished. The truth needs to be known!

and if you think you know everything about Sweeney Todd... You. Are. Dead. Wrong.

Man's turst for knowledge is unquenchable.

It can't be long now.

Andromeda looked over her shoulder. The last of the many girls she "roomed" with were falling asleep. It made her sick. She's been cooped up with these same girls for most of her life. She ate with them, She slept with them, but she only had one thing in common with them; they, like her, were alone in the world. All of there parents either died or abandoned them, just like her. But she was sick of them, sick of the girls, sick of being called by her mother's last name, Riain. As soon as the girls were asleep, all that would change. It can't be long now.

She turned her head again to pick up an old pocket watch. Her eyes met her own refection. Her skin, already very pale, was almost white. Except her dark, deep set eyes. Her fishnet-gloved hand reached to her matted black hair. She never brushed it. Ever. She tapped the pushed-back part at her left temple. To an amazing white, not grey, white, streak from her temple to the end of her waist-length hair. Disgusted by her appearance, she snatched her pocket watch.

It was engraved with the name "Barker" which she assumed was her fathers name. No one ever told her a damn thing. She had to figure out EVERYTHING for herself. She flipped it open with one smooth motion of her right hand, it was almost 11:00. Time to go. She tucked her watch into her waistcoat. Then she pushed the window open, she took one last look at the girls. Then, she steeped out the first floor window. She was finally free after all this time.

She made her way to a tall rock wall that kept her imprisoned on these grounds her whole life. She ran her hand across the rough surface. A noise stirred behind her. She gasped. If she was caught now it was over before it started. RRRRRIIIIIIIPPP!! Pulling her hand back from the wall fast, she ripped the palm of her fishnet glove. And some of her flesh underneath it. The noise was nothing. She was imagining things. Shaking her head slightly, she readjusted her bag on her shoulder and began her climb up the wall.

The climb was easier then she anticipated. The wall, though intimidating, was only about 8 ft tall and full of hand and foot holes. She did, however, had a tough time avoiding getting to much filth in her right hand's cut. She hopped over the wall, but winced as she slapped her right hand on the ground for leverage. She pulled a long dark grey coat out of her bag and wrapped it around her. She walked off into the night.

She knew she needed to get to port, a ship or something. She needed to get to London, she needed to find her father. She knew she needed to get as far away as possible before they noticed she was gone. At the moment, this is ALL she knew. She walked for hours, the effect of no sleep caused her to grow slower and weaker as she advanced. She looked East. the sun started just peaking out as the sky grew lighter in color. But on the other hand...

She made it. A sturdy wood sign in front of her read "Liverpool Port" And ships were coming in and out already. Her watch said it was about 5:30, the day was just beginning. She would need to find a ship that would take her to London, soon. Otherwise she might be looked for and this would be all for naught. But she had no money, and needed a ticket. No matter at the moment. She already had a vague idea of a plan. She leaned on the sign and jut stared out the the ships being slowly illuminated by the rising sun.

It can't be long now.

Poor Thing.

Poor Soul.

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