Chapter One- Empty like Him
He felt slightly satisfied while splitting a neck. He became excited by his victim's rubies spilling on the beautiful, silver extent of his arm and the aged wooden floor; though it was harder for him to clean the stains from the floor.
Sweeney Todd was a name you couldn't forget; a name that followed you until your neighboring death. Sweeney Todd was the name of a killer, a killer known as 'Mista T' to an important woman in his life. This woman was disgusting, abominable, and shameful. This woman was gorgeous, wonderful, and desirable. Sweeney Todd hated this woman, to him; this woman was the one person who could truly take him away from his dear Lucy. When he was with this new woman he felt so safe, so free.
He felt the way he used to feel with Lucy. He was an entire different person when he was still with Lucy, yet with this new woman it was like that old person had never existed. He couldn't handle that.
Mr. Todd pulled the leaver of his homemade chair and heard one of his favourite noises: the crunching of bones that echoed in the dark, dank room bellow his own. The bone chilling sensation fed every corner of the mostly empty quarters. Mr. Todd had few things he could appreciate, he held on to every one of them for he knew they'd be gone in a matter of time.
He tried to get close enough to things without getting too attached to them. People were no exception. He was someone who people regarded as having little emotion; he liked to keep this charade continuing. When people think you are void they tend to act more trusting than they'd act around other strangers. Mr. Todd liked to laugh at how comfortable people felt around him.
People would willingly walk into his parlor and close their eyes; unaware that they'd never get to open them again. People could be so thick. Even people like Mr. Todd, who was a murderer and slaughterer, had emotions. People don't just kill for nothing, not even the merciless Sweeney Todd.
Mr. Todd was sitting waiting for a new customer when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs to his parlor, no doubt it was her. Next he heard a knock at the door along with a, louder than necessary, call. "Mista T?" she practically shook the walls. She let herself in, fumbling with the tray of pies in her right hand. The pies weren't the important part though; he wanted the gin tucked under her right arm. He couldn't bother to greet her with anything more than a grunt and a small gesture to the bottle.
The woman set the gin on the windowsill near the barber. "Mrs. Lovett," he talked at her, "the gin is halfway empty." Mrs. Lovett smirked, "I would say it's halfway full, with the money I'm making. "Ah. I can't complain though." Mrs. Lovett smiled "I have hope for the both of us!"
Mr. Todd couldn't be bothered with her "hope" right now; he had a dead body that needed tending to. "Well, I have something", he gestured to the room underneath them, "that needs talking care of." Mrs. Lovett's eyes grew wide "Oh." Mr. Todd nodded and placed his hands on Mrs. Lovett's shoulders, with one small motion Mrs. Lovett was turned around and pushed out the door.
Hope for the both of us. What did she mean by that? Why did he need hope? He didn't, or so he concluded after much thinking. A small bell rang bring Mr. Todd out of his reverie and telling him that a costumer had entered. Mr. Todd gathered his thoughts and greeted the man with a plastic smile and with an inviting pat of the barber's chair, the man was prepared with eyes closed and all.
Feedback would be lovely. I have at least one more chapter planned out, but I may go on after that. I will also be introducing a new character, but I'm not a huge fan of OC stories so it's likely that he'll be in a pie by the end of the third chapter at most. I use corrections as air, please supply me with them.