DISCLAIMER:
I don't own Sweeney Todd, or any characters from it… if I did, the ending would be different…
However, I do own Thistle and the fanfic! Yay!
I ran my hand across my friend. My fingers gently brushed the etchings on its silver handle as I flicked it open, and admired the smooth blade in the light. He twinkled in the light as he smiled at me.
I smiled back.
My friends, the only things in my life that would never betray me….
Or lie to me, I seethed silently in my head. Unlike the witch that had caused me to kill my own wife!
Lucy…
She was the only reason I had spent 15 years in that shithole… and now she was gone.
And where are you now?
In another shithole.
London was considerably larger than my cell in the first one, but is still a shithole nonetheless.
I looked down at my razor. He never would betray me. He couldn't betray. He was… a razor. He was…
"My lucky friend…" I whispered. I set him back in the small brown box, and closed it.
"Mista T.?" a loud, obnoxious voice called from downstairs.
Mrs. Lovett.
That…
"Mista T! Are you listenin' to me? Get down here!" she yelled.
I sighed as I stood up. The last thing I wanted to do was see her.
I walked slowly down the old, creaky stairs, to the pie shop below. There she was, with an old hag at the counter. She was sopping wet, covered in grime and dressed entirely dressed in black clothing… well, more like rags. She had matted black hair that fell down her back. She was turned away from me; I couldn't see her face.
"There you are. This is… um…" Mrs. Lovett looked apologetically down at the hag.
"Th-Thistle." She replied in a quiet, small voice.
Not a gravelly hag's voice.
It was the voice of a young girl.
She was a girl?
"Yeah. Thistle, she is, found 'er off the streets I did."
I grunted indifferently. My expression didn't change.
"An' we're gonna be keepin' here around 'ere for a while, okay?"
Mrs. Lovett piped up happily.
What?
"Now, if you would be so kind to get a towel…"
(A/N: Well… yes… this was just a random plot bunny that jumped into my head and wouldn't go away.
Toby is still here, of course. Not replacing him!
I apologize for my failing Mrs. Lovett accent-writing.
There will be Sweenett in later chapter! I promise!
You know what to do… right? Review, please!
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