Victorian Nonsense
Chapter 2 yay! Looks like The Hitcher has given Mrs Lovett her warning! *shocked face*
Mrs Lovett finally pulled herself together and scrambled up the stairs to the mouldy barber shop where the demon barber himself liked to plough his trade. Even after her threat the world still seemed strange. The usual grey smog that covered London seemed a dark green and the faint smell of pollution had a menthol tinge. She opened the door and shut it quickly.
"M...Mister Todd!" she stuttered. Sweeney stared out of his sky window, too busy dwelling in his murderous thoughts to pay any attention to her. She walked towards him and he snapped out of his trance.
"Hmm?" he grunted, still staring out the window with his back to her.
"I…I…just got… threatened" she gulped with fear. "There was… this man..." Sweeney turned around and looked at her, his expression half with interest and half with remaining burning hatred.
"What did this man say?" Sweeney said.
"'E said 'e wanted 'alf me profit… or 'e's gonna rape me." She had tears flowing down her face from the memory of the assertive cockney gangster.
"And what did 'e look like?" Sweeney said again, but with the tiniest hint of comfort, which even in her state surprised Mrs Lovett.
"'E... 'e 'ad a top 'at on… and 'e... was green" Sweeney gave her a strange look "and 'ad a big polo on 'is eye."
"What?" he said almost sarcastically.
"'E 'ad a big polo on 'is eye… and little polos on 'is 'at!"
"You're mad, woman."
"'E was minty!" she cried even more.
Sweeney growled "I've 'ad enough of this woman, get out!"
"Please! Listen to me! I'm not mad!" she pleaded sobbing. Sweeney put his hand on her shoulder and tried to escort her out his door. She eventually ran out crying and scurried into her shop. Locking the door from the outside world.
Mrs Lovett the poor dear! Ah well, next chapter coming tomorrow! Please keep R&R'ing xD