The Demon Barber Rises Again

Here is the very first chapter of The Demon Barber Rises Again. Thank you for those who have reviewed for the prologue. I hope you enjoy the first chapter.

Chapter 1: A Story to Tell

2008…

Ashley looked in the mirror and fixed her beautiful long brown hair. She fixed her dark purple shirt that showed her well toned midriff. "Lena, hurry your ass up or we will be late for our first day of working here."

"You expect me to go out and waitress?!" Yelled Lena from upstairs which where she stayed at for most of the time.

"Yes, besides we are making money to keep this place. Our pies and lunches are the best. We need to do this job right." She yelled back up the stairs as she left the bathroom. She walked down the hallway the floor boards creaking underneath her as she walked.

Lena came down the steps with her various piercings. Her blue eyes were showing hatred now that she was downstairs all ready to work. She fixed the black corset top that she was wearing. "I hate this when you do this to me." She growled out as she walked towards her sister.

Ashley rolled her eyes.

"I highly doubt people would come here anyways. Things are hard enough, but then again no one will come here and we don't even know why."

"Well we should find out soon. If you would do some damn research on this place, we would have already known why people weren't coming here for the most part. If they do come around it is only for the food and then they leave."

"Of course they would it is a damn food stop any ways," Lena said running a black gloved hand through her hair. "Besides I will do the damn research when I am ready. At this time I am not ready to do anything. You know that, as well as I do. I hate to admit that Ash, but I do have a point."

1863…

"You knew she lived. From the moment that I came into your shop you knew my Lucy lived!" Sweeney said out in anger.

"I was only thinking of you!"

Sweeney looked down at his dead wife. "Lucy…"

"Your Lucy! A crazy hag picking bones and rotten spuds out of alley ashcans! Would you have wanted to know she ended up like that?" Mrs. Lovett said getting a little upset that Mr. Todd thought she was lying.

"You lied to me…" Sweeney said looking up at Mrs. Lovett.

"No, no, not lied at all. No, I never lied."

"Lucy…" Sweeney said still holding onto his dead wife.

"Said she took the poison -- she did—Never said that she died—Poor thing, she lived."

"I've come home again…"

"But it left her weak in the head, all she did for months was just lie there in bed."

"Lucy…"

"Should've been in a hospital, wound up in Bedlam instead, poor thing."

"Oh, my god…"

"Better you should think she was dead. Yes, I lied 'cos I love you!" Mrs. Lovett screamed out. She had finally admitted once again that she loved Mr. Todd. She was just hoping that he would forgive her soon enough.

"Lucy…"

"I'd be twice the wife she was! I love you! Could that thing have cared for you like me?"

"What have I done!" He yelled knowing that he had made a mistake. His eyes shot up to Mrs. Lovett. He stood up quickly.

Mrs. Lovett,

You're a bloody wonder,

Eminently practical and yet

Appropriate as always,

As you've said repeatedly,

There's little point in dwelling on the past.

Sweeney took a step towards her only to have her step back unsure of what he was doing.

No, come here, my love…

Not a thing to fear,

My love…

What's dead

Is dead.

Do you mean it?

Everything I did I swear I thought

Was only for the best.

Can we still be

Married?

Sweeney stepped towards her looking at her darkly.

Mrs. Lovett went into his arms to dance with him in a waltz.

The history of the world, my pet- -

Oh, Mr. Todd,

Ooh, Mr. Todd,

Leave it to me…

Is learn forgiveness and try to forget.

By the sea, Mr. Todd,

We'll be comfy-cozy,

By the sea, Mr. Todd,

Where there's no one nosy…

They waltz towards the roaring oven.

And life is for the alive, my dear,

So let's keep living it --!

Just keep living it,

Really living it- -!

Sweeney shoved her into the oven locking it quickly. He slowly walked over to his dead wife and kneeled down next to her. He held her close to his body.

There was a barber and his wife,

And she was beautiful.

A foolish barber and his wife,

She was his reason and his life.

And she was beautiful.

And she was virtuous.

And he was…

Sweeney leaned his head back only to have his throat slit by Toby, the young lad that he and Mrs. Lovett had took in. In a way he knew that he was free and could be with Lucy forever in the after life.

2008…

Lena had made a choice and decided to do a little research on the place where they lived at it had been a long day of work and no one had really showed up. Lena continued to look at the form. "By god… I was right…" She took a deep breath. "I knew that mom and dad didn't want me upstairs because of what had happened here. They knew all along. They knew that there was a crime that happened here."

Ashley came over to her sister. "What is it? What happened here?"

There was a barber and his wife,

And he was beautiful,

A proper artist with a knife,

But they transported him for life.

And he was beautiful…

"His name was Benjamin Barker."

"What did he do to have him transported for life Lena?" Asked Ashley taking a seat next to her sister.

"Foolishness."

He had this wife, you see,

Pretty little thing,

Silly little nit

Had her chance for the moon on a string

Poor thing. Poor thing.

There was this judge, you see,

Wanted her like mad,

Every day he'd send her a flower,

But did she come down from her tower?

Sat up there and sobbed by the hour,

Poor fool.

Ah, but there was worse yet to come,

Poor thing.

The Beadle calls on her, all polite,

Poor thing, poor thing.

The judge, he tells her, is all contrite,

He blames himself for her dreadful plight

She must come straight to his house tonight!

Poor thing, poor thing.

Of course, when she goes there,

Poor thing, poor thing,

They're having this ball all in masks.

There's no one she knows there,

Poor dear, poor thing,

She wanders tormented, and drinks,

Poor thing.

The judge has repented, she thinks,

Poor thing.

"Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she asks.

He was there, alright

Only not so contrite!

She wasn't no match for such craft, you see,

And everyone thought it so droll.

They figured she had to be daft, you see,

So all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see,

Poor soul!

Poor thing!

"He raped the barber's wife?"

"Yes… he came back though."

"He did?"

"He went by the name of Sweeney Todd after coming back and he committed murders to get his revenge. He was killed by Toby Raggs."

Ashley smiled. "Do you think we should bring him back? I want to see who this Sweeney Todd fellow is."

"Are you daft? That man surely can kill us if I bring him back to life."

"Ah no worries, I am sure that he would find his razors that are sitting in your room."

Lena sighed. "You want me to bring him to life? Are you daft about that, or are you just plain crazy?"

"Take it as crazy."

Lena sighed. "Fine I will bring him back to life. I will just need to have his razors so I can do this."

"You are the best Lena." Ashley said hugging her sister with a tight grip.

"You are squeezing the air right out of me."

"Sorry." She said letting her sister go. "I didn't mean to do that."

"Sure."

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That is the end of chapter one I hope you all enjoy it. The next chapter will be better I promise.