Authors Note: I have had this idea for awhile. I promise I didn't still it from 'Passing Strange' that story is way better than anything I could EVER possibly create.
Disclaimer: The Baker and The Barber aren't mine
Miserable At Best
It was a strange feeling... everything was melting away from her. Literally and figuratively. She didn't understand why, but all of the pain she had felt moments ago was gone, replaced by something much better... comfort. Her eyes were closed... darkness still enveloped her eyes, and yet she was far too afraid to try to open them now.
Why was it?
"Eleanor." It was stated.
She gave them silence.
"Eleanor." So they repeated.
"'Ho is it?" She managed to mumble out before opening her eyes.
Then she saw the dim lighting of the oven she had been thrown into and she gasped, unknowningness taking over her sense of sanity.
"Wot is 'appening?" She asked, unsure if it was to the person, or to herself.
The voice's hand gripped her shoulder tightly. "It looks as though we're getting a second chance at life."
As the hand touched her, pain, unforgiving and dreadful pain arose to the spot where they made contact with each other. She sucked in a breath, feeling the same burning sensation that had happened the moment she had been thrown into the blasted furnace. She heard him, (he was a he, right?), suck in a breath too, and realized they both shared pain beyond all pains.
Deciding to look at the face of the one who was touching her, she felt herself scream... because he was sitting there in all of his brooding wonder... Mr. Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
"Mr. T!?" Nellie asked, snatching herself away from him
"It seems we aren't allowed to have any contact with each other." He mumbled, holding onto his hand in pain. "It felt like someone just kept slicing into my hand... over and over again."
"I didn' see yeh dyin'!" Nellie yelled, her eyes fully adjusting to the light. "Yeh shouldn' 'ave fel' anythin'."
Sweeney smiled, not one of his usual smiles, a nasty unforgiving sneer was smacked eliquently across his lips, and he let out a slightly supressed laugh. "Eleanor, I was killed just minutes after you."
"Yeh killed yerself!?"
"Would you listen to me for one damn second?" He yelled, anger falling across his features. "I didn't kill myself, imbecile! That stupid boy of yours, Toby, killed me."
She closed her mouth and stared at him. "Wot in the world are yeh talkin' about? Toby woul' neva-"
"Obviously, he would." Sweeney moved away from her, his dark eyes glaring ahead of him. "I'm leaving. I can't stay within a few inches of you without feeling like a razor is being shoved across every inch of my skin."
"Now yeh know 'ow all yer costumers musta felt." She mumbled, too low for him to hear. "A' least yeh don' feel like yer on blazin' fire!"
She sighed when he didn't answer, and noted that he refused to look at the floor. Nellie felt a smile form across her lips as she stared down at Lucy's bloodied body. The woman was nothing but trouble, but she wouldn't be anymore... not now since she was as dead as a doorknob. But she couldn't help but feel sad... because the lies that had developed around that woman had caused Eleanor her own damned life.
"So wot are we supposed ter do now?" She asked, rubbing her hands across her arms, liking the feel of having skin again.
"We're not doing anything. I can't live another life with you Eleanor. This is going to be the last time I will see you again." Sweeney muttered. "And don't try to change my mind. I'm not giving into your stupid remarks anymore."
"Mr. Todd, I'm not stoppin' yeh from doin' anything." She whispered, avoiding his eyes. "I don' control yeh."
Sweeney nodded slightly. "It was nice knowing you Eleanor... even when I was Benjamin Barker I enjoyed your company."
With that, he opened the cellar door, and was gone from Mrs. Lovett's life for the rest of forever.
End Note: Theme song for this story? Miserable At Best by Mayday Parade. Should I continue? Reviews are lloooove.
