Hey guys, this idea just popped into my head while writing a chap for my other story :)

Its set after Sweeney sings Johanna (kills all the ppl) and he's staring at the photo.

Mrs. Lovette didnt tell Sweeney Lucy "poisoned" herself. In this, she hasnt posioned herself at all.

She's...well you have to see whats going on with her :)

Plz review at the end :) roxy xx

Sweeney P.O.V

I felt cold.

It was a cold night outside, but the air wasn't what was making me cold.

Looking down at my lap once again, I saw the picture of my wife and child, expcept blood was on it from where I smeared it and there was a big crack on Lucy's face, from when I got angry from Antony stopping me from killing the judge.

The photo was broken, broken like my heart.

I couldn't see her face anymore, casue of the crack, but I wasn't sure if I could see her at all anymore.

Everytime I would as that dimwited baker Mrs. Lovette about my wife, she would say she had to something with the pies and walk to the bakehouse.

And when I would ask people in the market, they were less helpful. They would mutter something about Turpin and serve someone else. Great customer service.

It seemed that Lucy was gone, as everyone avoided the question.

Except only Mrs. Lovette knew she was my wife, everyone else just thought I was a barber that moved to London.

Why wouldn't she just tell the truth?

I felt dead inside.

The only thing that would make me feel a little alive, would be slicing people's necks.

When the blood would pour out of their weak, fat necks, the blood would stir something inside of me.

I heard the door open. It had better not be a customer.

I'm closed" I mumbled. I really didn't want to deal with a customer. I got up from my seat and walked to my mirror.

I was paler than usual, and there was some blood on my cheek from the last guy I killed.

He was probably being put into pies by now. Oh well, I didn't care for those fat fuckers. As long as the money kept coming in and the lowlives didn't notice people dissapearing, I was fine.

"I aint a customer dear" Mrs. Lovette said, pulling me out of my murderous thoughts.

I grunted, I considered wiping the blood off my cheek, but I started sharping my friends instead.

I started humming to my friend about rubies when once again, she pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Just thought you would like to know, that instead of sleepin' in that old chair, that can' be that comfy, me an' Toby got you a bed downstairs" she said, taking a breathe.

I turned to look at her, but when I did, I wish I hadn't. She had bruises on her arms and one on her face, along with some blood.

"What happened to you?" I said, walking over to her worried. Why was I suddenly worried about this worthless good for nothing baker all of a sudden?

She was good for one thing; putting people in pies.

"Oh, the bruises? Jus' a little tassle with fattie and my rollin' pin. he grabbed it from me when I was dragging him over to slice him up, an' then decided to hit me a few." she said, looking at the bruises as my eyes traced them.
A dying man did this to her?

I heard her stretch then she walked over to where I standing.

Then she did what I would never let anyone but Lucy do. She wiped the blood off my cheek.

Usually I would slit someone's throat for doing that, but I felt grateful for her doing it.

She yawned. "Oh, I'm sorry love, jus' so tired from the rush a' dinner and setting up you bed, an' everything else. Come on, lets show you where it is" she said, patting my shoulder.

As we walked down the stairs, I looked down at the lowlifes below us.

There were a few people waiting around Bells crt, but that was about it.

It was late at night though, so not many people would be out.

Mrs. Lovette led me through the shop to the back.

I barely recognised the place.

She must've seen my bewildered look.

"Me an' Toby got rid of Albert's things and brough' some new things. Didn't wanna hold onto his memory anymore. We got the stuff with all the money we been gettin' as we don' spend it on meat and Albert's mother died recently and left me some money" she explained

I nodded as i looked around again. Most of the silverwear was gone, so was the piano and the photo of them both. It was all replaced with new things that looked expensive.

"We pawned off the stuff we could so we could get some real meat to mix into the pies so people won' go suspectin' anythin'. We didn' spend to much money." she said, still looking at me.

Her eyes suddenly drooped as she swayed. I ran and caught her before she fell to the ground. She lightly snored as I did so.

I carried her into her bed and found the one I presumed was mine.

As I layed in bed, which was infact comfier than the chair, I thought of my old life with Lucy and baby Johanna.

It was so sweet and normal, until I was sent to Australia all for a little crush Turpin had on my wife.

I thought of what Johanna would look like now as I fell asleep.

When I woke the next morning, I saw Toby staring at me at the end of the bed.

"What you want boy?" I grumbled

"N-nothing sir. Mum sent me to check on you" he stumbled, looking at his feet. Then he scampered out.

"Worthless boy" I muttered to myself as I rolled out of bed.

I felt a pang of hunger for the first time in months as I stood up.

Being in Australia for 15 months stuffed up my appetite. It was usually thrown onto the ground so it wasn't edible and I hardly ate there.

I stumbled to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat, other than people or pies. They didn't appeal to me.

I had no such luck with the food and the baker was at the market, I was guessing.

I stared out the window as I contemplate on what to do.

Then I saw it.

A small thin figure, with yellow hair and a beautiful face, was standing across the road, holding hands with a boy who looked about 3.

"Lucy?" I whispered.

This is a starter, sorry its short...

pls review, I got a rough idea of next chap, but wanna see if u guys like it first

roxy xx