Sweeney was in a mood to say the least, he had just found out that Mrs. Lovett had hid the fact that his wife, Lucy, was still alive. Not only did she keep that from him but also she allowed him to kill her! His poor wife with the fate of her death was written upon his wall long ago but it killed him none the less. This was not how he envisioned his life.
He had just stuffed, Mrs. Lovett into her very own oven but the anger still had not left him. His fit of rage was becoming more or less a tantrum. Everything in his salon was now thrown on to the floor and all about his it as well. Then he noticed a man coming to his doorstep. A smile curled along his lip as if a sting was pulling it up walking over to the he spoke to the less suspecting man, "Good day, sir. Do come in. How about a cut or better yet how about a shave," his eyes were glistening with happiness. This was what he needed to calm him down.
Sweeney looked at the man until he finally agreed to the shave, "Good sir, may I ask your name," he questioned the man that was now sitting in his chair. The man gave him the name of Gabriel. It was as if he was a child at Christmas opening a present of something he wanted very much. Another, smile came to the corners of his lips. He was true evil.
As he placed the smock over the man to cover him he walked over to the vanity that was before him where the shears were. He pulled them out and began to cut out piece of his hair. They fell to the floor in a melancholy way as if they knew their master's fate. The cut soon ended and he pulled his blade from his hip.
He ran the smooth sharp edge of his blade along the leather strap that was attached to his chair and once he had finished it he stared at it for a brief moment, and then placed it back on his hip. He reached for the warm lather and smoothed it out all around Gabriel's face. The grin that had been there during all this time seemed as though it was plastered to his face. His blade was out once more and he began his downward motion of the shave. Slowly dragging the blade back and froth along his face, he accidentally nicked the poor sap of a man.
The rage was still in him and he could no longer hold it with in his body. With a flick of his wrist he made a small incision on the man's throat allowing him to bleed out but still able to watch Sweeney do what he was about to do. "Funny how you can control ones fate in the palm of me hand. Now seeing as how you were a wicked man and yes I know this for a fact," with what he said he threw his arm down leaving a slash across the man's throat. One that brought him to his death, with out a second moment of thought he brought another slash across the other way.
His laugh consumed him as he threw the chair back so Gabriel's lifeless body could meet its final doom of the meat grinder. Once he contained his laugh he walked back over to his sink and began to wash the blood away. He had become so good at what he did there was not a speck of blood on his clean white shirt nor was there any blood on his vest.
He tidied up what he had there and blew out the last of his candles. His work was done on Fleet Street, at least for now it was.