This is just a set of drabbles in Sweeney Todd that i am making cuz i am bored-.-
This is just Sweeney and meeting with a tiny edited part.
Sweeney Todd walked swiftly down the roads of London never pausing never allowing a distraction to come upon him until he passed a dark long shadow that belonged to the mansion of Judge Turpin. His eyes narrowed as he halted, for he never looked at the house but merely sensed it. He slowly turned his head to face the dark mass and resisted the hiss that begged to escape his lips.
But he held it in. He had to have a place to stay before anything was done, before any wanted blood could be spilled. So his coat flew behind him while he past it, almost gliding, with his cloak trailing silently behind him.
He passed a shop that seemed dark and deserted with a mere title that was supposedly a pie shop. Sweeney paused to consider and then made his way in.
The door creaked open as if a customer hadn't come in, in ages. Little did he know how right he was. There was a bit of dust everywhere but it seemed perfect to Sweeney. The more unnoticeable the better.
He hung his coat around a chair and sat down, deliberating his next move. He stood and walked to the window and wiped the grime from it to look across to the wrenched mansion. His eyes once again narrowed into slits and he sang.
There's a whole in the world like a great black pit
and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and its morals aren't worth what a pig can spit
and it goes by the name of London.
He watched the moon get brighter and gather more light as it brilliantly shone over the mansion, the last place where it should shine. Sweeney's eyes had spent 15 years looking in a dark jail cell but they never once lost their accurate sight. So the slight shuffling of the curtain in the upper window did not go unnoticed by his eyes that had no less aptitude than a hawk's.
A dark shape passed through it again and it was immensely and irrevocably as still as the dark night, itself. Sweeney let the suspicion seep in like acid through his veins. He was unaware of any sounds in the shop or the world for that matter, since his eyes were locked on the mansion for the slightest twitch of a curtain or the creak of an opening door. He continued singing, his voice rising furiously.
At the top of the hole sit the previlaged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo
turning beauty to filth and greed...
I have sailed the world and seen its wonders,
for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru
but there's no place like London!
A soft voice rang out behind him, singing softly. "Yes theres no place like London.."
Sweeney whipped around and to his surprise found a lady a few feet away with a mass of curly twisted hair, small innocent eyes, and high cheekbones that brought the shadows under her eyes from sleepless night into focus. She wore a dark black gown and net gloves on her hands which was clutching a plate with a circular shape on it. Sweeney's eyes went slightly wide but all the lady did was utter an unimportant word that slipped through her parted lips.
"Pie?"
There really was no point in this i just wanted to get this out there and ill continue even if i don't get enough reviews. If you do wanna review just tell me if it was good or not and whether i should continue or not, criticism is welcome but no flames:)
