My first Sweeney Fic. Meant for Humour, so to anyone that says that Sweeney Todd and Kung Fu don't go together, take your flames somewhere else.
This fic was inspired by Kung Fu Panda and my long-standing obsession for Sweeney Todd as well as my favourite actress Helena Bonham Carter. To anyone who has already watched Kung Fu Panda, you will recognise the move Mrs Lovett uses to avoid being stabbed by the flying razor, taken from the battle between Master Shifu and Tai Lung.
This fic is dedicated to actress Helena Bonham Carter, and all her fans at helena-world
Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd, or the moves from Kung Fu Panda. However, there is no charge for Awsomeness. Or attractiveness! (And I don't own that line either)
"I had him! His throat was there beneath my hand!" Sweeney Todd growled, pacing a few steps forward to look out of the large, grimy window that let light into his barbershop. He had an angry snarl etched upon his face. "No! I had him! His throat was there but he'll never come again!"
Mrs Lovett interrupted quickly, wanting to calm him, "Easy now, hush love, hush. I keep telling you—" she was cut off by him, "When?" he snarled, turning round to glare at her, as she paled, her tone changing, "What's your rush…"
Once more, he cut her short, Impatient, wanting to find fault within someone else. "Why did I wait? You told me to wait! Now he'll never come again!" as he said it, he, out of pure rage had pulled his razor from its holster and flung it at her, the blade opening in mid-air.
Her feet shifted quickly, body sliding to the side, at a forty-five degree angle so that the razor was not coming directly at her. She let her palms meet the surface of the blade and handle, following the smoothness of it's path of flight—Her hands merely guiding it as the razor twisted with her hands and she saw, in only the briefest moment—Her reflection in the blade, before she let the razor fling itself upon the floor, after having completely manipulated the flight path of it by a hundred and eighty degrees so that it was now embedded in the wooden floorboard by her foot instead of her chest.
"I could have never anticipated that Anthony would barge in!" she shouted. Sweeney was so angry; you could almost feel the rage rippling off him in massive waves. "Because of you, I did not get my revenge. Because of you, Judge Turpin has escaped!" his eyes blazed with anger as he charged at her, leg raised in a massive Kung Fu kick that was aimed at her chest—
Pain exploded through her body as his feet connected with her chest and she was flung back, smashing into the wooden floor headfirst, sliding along the floorboards that splintered and cracked as a result of the impact. Mrs Lovett skidded to a stop where her head met the wall.
In an instant his hands were upon her neck," I do not want your excuses! I just want my revenge!" He was choking her, and yet, she was resisting. Even as her body ached and the cut on her forehead bled, bathing the left side of her face in beautiful rubies, she fought to breathe, to say something to him.
"I…did it all…because of…You…" the hands that were desperately trying to pry his away from her throat went slack and she ceased her breathing. She had gone unconscious. Only then did her words sink into his head.
He let go of her, breathing hard. She was right. She had done nothing to warrant this violence from him. He sighed, deftly carrying her bruised and battered body back to her room and laid her gently upon her bed. He might not have liked her very much, nor did he care about her. He was just being…Human.
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