Hey you guys, I was just watching Sweeney and this idea sort of popped into my head. Anywho I hope you all like it and don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured in the movie/play.
Rated T for language and adult situations.
Story notes- Penelope's nickname is spelt 'Nele although is pronounced as Nel-ee
Chapter 1: Once Upon A Car Accident...
" Mr. Sweeney was, undoubtedly, one of the most horrific murderers of his time. Taking place among those such as Jack the Ripper..."
My mind wandered away from the boring lesson my history teacher so desperately tried to captivate our attention with. I tried to refocus my mind on the lecture as I glanced down at the picture in my textbook. It showed the profile of a man, with wild black hair sticking in every direction. A striking white streak swiping down a front section of his hair, his skin white and smooth as marble. Dark eyes glared out from heavy brows while his mouth tugged into a thin line.
" He's kinda hot huh?" A voice whispered in my ear with a giggle.
I turned my attention to my best friend as I gave her a pointed look before rolling my eyes. This is only caused her green eyes to sparkle with mischief as she giggled.
" I swear Sam, you have to be the biggest flirt ever." I muttered with a smirk.
" Am not!" Samantha stated, crossing her arms defensively.
" Sure you aren't and Dumbledore isn't gay." I teased.
" Your so weird." Sam laughed, forgetting her anger.
" This coming from the girl who wouldn't mind sleeping with a serial killer?" I questioned, my smirk breaking out into a mocking smile.
" Excuse me ladies," Our teacher interrupted with a glare. " would you like to share with the rest of us, that is which so amusing."
" We just thought it amusing no one ever found out who Mr. Sweeney was." I lied smoothly. Knowing from glancing at a paragraph, that there were no records of a birth in that time under the name Sweeney Todd.
" Since there are no official records, many believed that the name Sweeney Todd was an alias..." The teacher continued, irritated that I had a reasonable response.
" I don't know how you do that." Sam whispered, once our teacher's back was turned.
" Do what?" I questioned, keeping my eyes ahead of me.
" Make up a lie like that, right on the spot." She answered in an exasperated tone. " What's more is that they make perfect sense."
" I'm not in theatre for nothing." I replied, glancing my plain brown eyes at her.
" It comes much too naturally for it to be practiced acting." Sam responded, sending me a wink.
" I'll take that as a compliment." I answered with an over dramatic sniff, sticking my nose in the air.
We soon broke out into laughter once more before instantly silencing ourselves. Catching a warning glare from out frustrated history teacher. I then decided to behave as I tried to do my best from keeping my mind from wandering away from the lesson. After what seemed like an eternity the lesson of Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of London was cut short with the ring of the school bell. I then made my way out of the class, all traces of Sweeney Todd erased from my minmd. Not knowing that it would prove to be a huge mistake.
The day dragged on before the final school bell rang, ending me of torture called high school. Students piled out into the bitter England air as gloves were pushed on numb fingers and scarfs wrapped around knecks. I wrapped my plum colored coat around my long sleeved shirt and jeans, securing it by knotting the sash at my waist. Instantly my hands fished in my coat pockets before closing around a familiar square peice of technology.
Music blared through my headphones as I winced and turned the volume down of my Ipod. I then looked up at the street seperating me from the entrance to the tube, cars whizzing by at dangerously fast speeds. I walked forward towards the cross marks before the strap of my tote bag suddenly slipped off of my shoulder. I watched in defeat as my books were strewn across the wet sidewalk, some kicked around by the passing people.
" Great." I sighed, picking up the two closest books.
" You should really get a book bag." A familiar voice spoke next to me.
Yanking my headphones out, I looked into the amused blue eyes of none other than Albert Hunnington; a.k.a, my ex-boyfriend. Needless to say that the air suddenly seemed tense from the proximity our faces.
" Yea." I mumbled lamely, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment.
" So, erm, how are you." He questioned, running his hand through his black hair.
'Pretty good, considering you tore my heart out and traded it for another girls.' I thought bitterly.
" Fine." I replied through clenched teeth.
" You don't sound fine." Albert whispered sadly, handing me another book.
" Since when do you care?" I snapped, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
" Penelope!" Albert called, using my full name.
Which I hated beyond belief.
" What!?" I yelped, thoroughly pissed off.
He pointed a finger down by my shoes only to see my history book laying sprawled out on the wet ground. I sighed and picked up the worn copy as the book fell open in my hands. It must've been coincidence by the way the book fell open to the exact same page that I had studied earlier that day. There on the paged smudged with dirt, was Sweeney Todd; glaring back at me as if I dropped his picture on the ground purposely. With a shake of my head I continued on, wiping as much dirt as I could away from the open pages.
" Penelope!" I heard once again.
" What now Al!?" I yelled, stopping in the middle of the street.
We both froze at the name that I hadn't called him since we were together, not paying attention to the approaching traffic. Wordlessly Albert broke out into a smile as he raised my math book in his hand and waved it towards me. With another heavy sigh I made my way back to the side walk, although was stopped once again by the sound of a horn.
A horn coming from a rapidly approaching car.
Within a split second all I could register was looking from Albert's horrified expression and headlights. Instinctively I put my text book in front of me, hiding behind Sweeney's dirty picture. Although that didn't stop the car from slamming into my much smaller body. I couldn't help but give out a scream as the car connected with my midsection, knocking away my breath. My scream was cut short as my lungs constricted in pain, tears instantly springing into my eyes. Sounds of tires skidding to a stop rang in my ears as I was thrown into the air, soon falling back down to the ground. I felt my body land on my right arm as my body skidded across the rough pavement, feeling it grind at my cheek and tear at my clothes. I supposed that's what it's like to be put through a cheese grater, while my body finally slammed to an abrupt stop.
Pain paralyzed me as my body instantly started to shut down. As I saw the gray clouds of London dimming into a dark abyss. My eyes slid shut while sounds once again bombarded my ears. Although they only caused my head to ache more, if possible, from the jumbled noises. There was the sound of cars slamming into one another, metal scraping against metal. Sounds of horrified screams of bystanders, a faint sound of a siren approaching. I could feel my last few moments of conciousness slipping away from me, before a sound louder than all the others caught paralyzed attention.
" Penelope!? Oh God Penelope!" Came an anguished voiced.
'Albert?' I tried to speak... no use.
" Please, 'Nele." He pleaded using my nickname, sobs tumbling from his mouth. " Please don't die."
Suddenly a fell into darkness, too late to promise him I wouldn't.
Never expecting to wake up.
Sorry for the short chapter! The next one will be much longer I promise! (Gets Mrs Lovett ready for cue)
Hoped you like chapter 1! Review please!