Enough

by Dani Zatara

Sweeney has finally had enough. He decides to take matters into his own hands.

Enough

Sweeney Todd had finally had enough. And it was for this reason that he was currently marching angrily down the street, his hands balled into fists, his breathing heavy and forced. The lovesick boy, Anthony, floated along behind him; humming the most annoying tune Sweeney had ever had the displeasure of hearing. He truly wanted to slit the boy's throat, but he was quite sure that wasn't what his dear Johanna wanted.

And so he was marching. And he was marching towards Judge Turpin's home to settle this once and for all. Sweeney rounded a corner sharply, silently hoping that Anthony would collide with the bricks of the building, but of course, he had no such luck. As Sweeney stalked down the streets of grimy London, people removed themselves from the sidewalk as though he was carrying the plague. Although, Anthony's singing may have just frightened them. He preferred to think the latter.

Finally, Sweeney reached Judge Turpin's front door, Anthony still behind him, staring up with puppy dog eyes towards Johanna's window. That boy was certainly a pain in the rump. He had ruined Sweeney's plans more than once, and he would certainly never do it again. In fact, Sweeney had not killed anyone in a few days. Anthony would sit on the steps of the barber shop and sing – which scared away all the customers. And so, Sweeney had a bad case of bloodlust. That's why he was here, pounding on the Judge's front door.

After what seemed like an eternity – but was really only one chorus consisting of I'll steal you Johanna, which particularly frightened Sweeney – the door was answered by Judge Turpin himself. Anthony, who was rather scared of the man, latched himself onto Sweeney's arm. The barber found himself holding back the urge to vomit. Rather, Sweeney pushed his way into the Judge's house and pulled his favourite blade from his pocket. He closed the door, pushed Anthony off his arm and cornered the Judge. This was it – the moment he had waited for.

"Listen here Turpin," Sweeney's voice was low and dangerous; "I want a restraining order against Anthony Hope."

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Short, stupid, and strange, I know, but it just came to me earlier on and I figured what the heck. What did you think? How awful was my lame attempt at humour? Anyways, review please. And I don't own Sweeney Todd – never have, never will.

//Dani//