This is the second part of this story. This chapter is taken from Sweeney's point of view. Hope you enjoy it and please drop me a review. I think there will be one more chapter after this one.

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Is it so wrong?

Was it really that wrong?

It was a thought his lifestyle (if it could really be called such a thing) didn't allow for that kind of thinking. Or maybe he was too scared of what would happen if he let that thought in. Was he capable of feeling fear anymore? Was he capable of feeling anything anymore? Benjamin Barker felt too much and suffered most horridly because of it. Sweeney Todd felt nothing was that because he couldn't or wouldn't? He often found these thoughts invaded his mind in those few moments between being awake and falling asleep. It was the one point his defences slipped enough to allow a potentially crushing thought to enter his mind.

In those few precious moments Benjamin Barker surfaced in him horrified at his actions. Was this really what Lucy would have wanted? Would Lucy really have wanted him to turn into a merciless killer in a mad attempt to avenge her death? He did not want to consider how Lucy would feel knowing that with each throat he slit he felt less and less for Joanna…his girl.

It wasn't so wrong. What he was doing was the only way he could begin to feel again. He loved Lucy he knew that…He did love her no matter what Mrs Lovett's words sometimes suggested. So many times she said he had to put this behind him. Life was for the living…if that was true then what was he doing because he knew he wasn't living.

He knew he didn't just exist. A mere existence suggested blandness with no real lasting impression so far from what he was. He made a very lasting, a permanent effect on people.

The judge would pay for what he did. All the times Mrs Lovett kept telling him to wait, could she not understand he had waited fifteen years! How much longer could he wait…He had done his waiting now it was time to act. Why did she have to hire that boy? Toby he was fairly certain his name was. Was she trying to get them found out? How could she be so certain he could be trusted? Children could never be trusted…no one could be trusted. He knew that boy suspected something he just didn't know what…yet. At times he wondered why he still kept her alive. He told himself it was because she was convenient to him. She gave him somewhere to carry out his business and a very unique and wonderful way of disposing the bodies. He knew she chattered to him a lot but not a lot of it registered. The only thing that really mattered was making sure the judge paid for what he did. The importance of that task meant there was no time to listen to the droning on of Mrs Lovett.

What would he do once he finally had the judge? He knew he didn't fear death. Death was what both he and Mrs Lovett faced if (when?) they were caught. Death was no matter to him once he killed the judge there was nothing of any consequence left on this earth left for him. There was Joanna but what he was now was not her father…all the more reason for him to pay. He had removed him so much from his life that he was unable to connect to the people from his past life even when they still walked the earth with him.

Death wouldn't be a bad thing for Mrs Lovett either, infact he would be doing her a favour. What did she have in this world? Not that he was concerned about that he just didn't see much value in human life. Life was too tainted, too mutilated by the cruel world life was forced to exist in.

He stood outside his shop watching the customers rushing in and out of Mrs Lovett's shop. He watched as she and that boy saw to all the customers and saw Mrs Lovett disappear back into the shop most likely down into the bake house to fetch some more pies.

If he had really looked at Mrs Lovett he would have saw just how worn and tired she was. Work in the bake house was not easy. Mrs Lovett he knew was not shy of a day's hard work but the work in the back house was intense. The stench was repugnant it was not just the smell of blood and meat but the bitter tangy smell of death itself. Her work was not easy nor rewarding except for the money the meat pies brought in but she slaved away for hours a day regardless. Every day when she felt her back near breaking from shifting the bodies or her legs cramping as she ran up and down the stairs, she kept going in the hope of gaining on appreciative look or smile from him.

It wasn't so wrong…the more he looked at the people of London the more certain he became what he was doing was right. The world needed rid of some of the filth that inhabited it.

While he had a victim sitting in his chair he didn't care if what he was doing was right or wrong. All he cared about was getting his revenge, waiting for the judge and ridding the streets of one more worthless person.

He smiled as he saw another customer mount the stairs towards his shop. "Ah good morning sir and what may I do for you today, a shave perhaps?" he asked with a smile as he ushered the man to sit.

"Yes, yes I do believe I could use a shave," the man answered his nose wrinkling slightly at the décor. He had been told this was the finest barber in London he had been expecting better surroundings.

He nodded. "Of course sir," he said as he began to lather him up.

No it wasn't so wrong he thought as he released the lever sending the body into Mrs Lovett's bake house…not so wrong at all.