Chapter 1
Johanna sat at the dusty windowsill of Sweeney Todd's barber shop. She wanted to believe that she could forget the face of that awful man, covered in the crudest crimson blood she had ever seen, and the demons black lifeless eyes, that seemed to house no soul. As the terrifying features engraved into her mind, Johanna felt more and more terrified as time went on. "Oh Anthony! Where are you?" she asked. Though, she knew no one would answer, but she felt comforted by the sound of her own voice.
"Ahhh!"
Someone screamed from down below. Being curious, she crawled across the floor, trying to identify where the scream came from. As she inched closer to the barber's chair, she noticed something peculiar. "A bicycle pedal?" she whispered to herself. Without thinking, she pushed it down. Whoosh! The chair flipped backwards and a trapdoor open.
"What happened?"
"The judge grabbed me dress, but he's gone now!"
The voices seemed to come from the trapdoor. Cautiously she inched closer
"Mrs. Lovett, You lied to me?"
"No, no not lied! I would never lie, said she took poison, she did! Never said that she died
"Oh my god!"
Johanna inched closer to the trapdoor, the voices where getting louder.
"Alright! I lied because I love you!"
She was almost there.
"My Lucy!"
"Ha! Your lucy? Would you have wanted know that she lived as a mad beggar woman?"
Johanna silently peered over the trap door. She could see two people, one was a woman, rather pail, with a black dress on. The other, Was the man who had tried to kill her! She had to cover her mouth to keep from gasping. There where other people to, lying down on the floor. Johanna stared in horror when she realized that the people where dead! Suddenly, the man stood up, "Mrs. Lovett, you're a
bloody wonder, eminently practical, but inappropriate as always" the man sang out. " Poor thing, all she did was lie there in bed, should have been in a hospital, woke up in bedlam instead" Suddenly the man whisked her off of her feet and began to waltz with her. " What's dead is dead!" slowly he began to dance her to the oven, Johanna gasped as she realized what the demon's plan was! She wanted to warn the poor women but was afraid to. " Let's keep living it, really living it, REALLY LIVING IT!" suddenly the man through her into the oven. The poor woman's cries echoed through fleet street. She tore her hand off of the pedal, and the chair flipped back to normal, she could not see any more. Ring! Ring! The bells on the door called out. It was Anthony! She flung herself on him. For the first time that night, she felt safe.
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