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Peace in!

Melanie Swirls!

Warning: Although the movie was a musical, this will not be a songfic, so deal.

Untitled (no, I wasn't too lazy to write a title, that's actually the title. Deal.)

Chapter 1: Dreams or reality?

She died and he was the one whom killed her. That's all I knew about it, and that's all I chose to know. The rest was just minor details that only matter to those who are perfectionist. And I am the farthest thing away from that.

For the first few months of Mrs. Lovett's death, I was actually rather sad. I cried and cried. I didn't leave her shop, which made some people call me mad. But I knew better then to believe them.

While I cried and mourned Mrs. Lovett, an idea came to me. An insane, horrifying, disgusting idea came to me. My idea was the same as Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett's, but this time, I would not screw up the minute I have what I wanted.

I was going to take my revenge out by murdering as many people as I possibly can and bake them into meat pies. I was quite good at it actually.

I was 12 years old when I started and 7 years later, I'm still doing just that and in my perspective, I am much better then Sweeney ever was. I cut woman's hair as well as shaving the man of the village.

A girl with light brown hair down past her hips enters my barbershop. She was wearing a black dress that unlike most dresses, it did not show her breast. The dress dragged against the floor and had a hole for her thumb in the arms. She looked miserable and out of place.

She walked over to the chair and sat down. She crossed her legs as she did so. Despite her dark and dangerous look, she was beautiful and had the purest blue eyes I've ever seen.

I shut the door and walked towards her. Carefully draping a clothe around her so no hair or blood would fall on her dress. "What's your name, gorgeous?" I ask. Most girls that come in here are talkative and girly, but she seemed quiet and thoughtful.

"Gelvira. Now please shut up and cut my hair." Her voice was emotionless and cold. I had no idea anybody could be this mean. I smile and take a few snipes at her hair with my scissors before holding them to her neck.

She didn't scream like most people do in her situation. She just took a deep breath. "Kill me. End my existence on this miserable place. There's nothing else better for me here anyways." She speaks the words slowly. Was she tempting me? Did she want to die?

I pull the scissors away from her neck and gawked at her. "Death is not a pretty thing, Gelvira. Why would you welcome it?" I ask, making sure to keep the scissors not to far, but not to close to her neck.

"Life isn't a pretty thing, Tobias. Life is full of hurt and pain. At least death is absolute. in life you never know when you might wake up dead." She didn't seem even the slightest bit fazed or afraid. Was she going to be the first person I don't kill?

"Do not lecture me on the disadvantages of life. It has done me wrong many times, what have you to say with life?" I thought about Mrs. Lovett's and Mr. Todd for a moment before focusing my attention on the odd girl.

"I'm not lecturing you, Tobias. I know of the hardships you've been wronged. Do not doubt my understanding for what has happened to you, for something quite similar has happened to me." She looked at me with wide, sad eyes. She had to be completely miserable and depressed.

I sighed and pulled the scissors away from her neck. "Shall I ask what has been wronged from you?" She straightened in the chair and took a deep breath. "You shall if you must. My mother birthed 6 children. 4 girls: Argent, Dusk, Haven and 2 boys: Blade and Dread. She was forced by the church to sacrifice her 6th child, which was I. They burned me a forest east to here. The fire died and I survived. I went back home and my father stabbed me. He thought god would punish him for a daughter who wouldn't die. I left home that day and I haven't been back for 3 years. I still have the scars." Her voice was bleak throughout the dreary explanation. I couldn't kill someone who has had a life worse then my own. But at the same time, I was surprised she had survived all of that.

"You did not die when your father stabbed you?" I asked. She was peculiar and I wanted to know more about her without making her uncomfortable. Was this possible? I rather hoped that it was.

"Who's to say I wasn't already dead to begin with, Tobias?" She stares at me with the sad eyes and I take a step back. She was so impossibly pale that she could pass as a ghost. Perhaps she was nothing but spirits that would haunt the living. Pestering them until they are committed. "Are you dead, young Gelvira?"

She kept my gaze and her lips turned upward ever so slightly. "Perhaps we are all dead, Tobias. But perhaps, I am, more so then others." I put down my tool and pulled a chair towards the one she was sitting on.

"Perhaps is not what is. What is, Gelvira?" I was trying to confuse her, or maybe I was trying to make her confess. I wasn't sure, but it didn't look like it was working.

"What is is nothing but a dream, Tobias. But what I am is what you would call a premonition of the non-direct approach. This shall all happen soon, but for now, I leave you to dream, my love." She bends over and kisses me softly. Her soft lips lingering beside mine for only a few seconds. "And what a good dream it is." I added.

That's when I woke up.

Authors note: obviously there's going to be other chapters. I hope you've liked this one! Please Review! I'll try to post the new chapter tomorrow!

Peace out!

Melanie Swirls!