Chapter 2:
Sweeney was in a state of confusion. Angry confusion.
" ...," he tried speaking before Nellie ran out of bed.
She ran. Ran fast. Her legs were like jello and could barely stand, let alone run. She bumped into the door and walls on her way to escape. Where am I going? She thought.
Sweeney was left, again, with many feelings. He stood up slowly, but he didn't go after Nellie. No, instead he walked slowly towards the basement.
Sweat pours down Nellie's face as she ran in the wet darkness. Her screams are covered by thoughts and sounds of Lucy dying in the basement. The sounds of Lucy's heartbeat breaking piece by piece as Nellie tortured her with Sweeney's love. The memory haunts her as she falls uselessly to the wet ground as the drops continue to fall.
Creeeeaaaaak went the basement door that slowly opened. Is this real? Did she actually do it? Sweeney thought. Step by step he traveled to the basement, horrified of what he was about to see.
Sure enough, there was Lucy. Leaning against the old fashioned oven, waiting for her soul to be vanished.
"Lucy...," he sang to himself, "Oh my god..."
Sweeney knelt down beside her corpse, grieving. "What has she done?"
He stood up quickly... speed walking towards the door. "Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder," he muttered under his breath, "Eminently practical and yet appropriate as always." The shop's door slammed shut behind him as he picked up speed. He turned the corner and laying a few yards ahead of him was Nellie, laying uselessly on the ground.
Sweeney backed up and hid behind the corner, watching.
Mrs. Lovett tried to stand but collapsed. "Evvv..erythiiiinnng I did... I sswswwair, I thh..ought it was.. own..ly for the bessssttt," she sobbed, loudly.
Sweeney turned the corner completely now and sank down the brick wall with his hands in his face. She's useless and scared, thought Sweeney, she killed my wife but Nellie, oh, Nellie, how much I love you.
Sweeney stood up, slowly and quietly as he walked over to Nellie. Her head was face down in a mud puddle. He bent down next to her. She jumped as he touched her, as she crab-walked with her mud filled hair over her flawed face.
He inched closer to her and moved her dirty hair out of her face. Nellie's face was in a state of terror and sadness. Her face was covered in mud mixed with redness and sweaty tears.
Sweeney tried to wipe off her droopy eyeliner with his thumb and gave a sad smile.
"Nellie, oh, Nellie," he whispered into Nellie's ear as he hugged her tightly. "Shhhh... it's okay, my pet. Shhhh..."
She closed her eyes and her crying went to a whimper. Sweeney held her up right to keep her from falling.
He stood up with Nellie's knees bent over his arm and her back resting against the other. Her head against his chest, hoping he wouldn't try to kill her.