The next morning, Jamie cautiously opened her eyes and stood up, scared to make any noise. 'Remember. You are nobody.'
She quickly made the bed and picked up her bag before hurrying down the hall to one of the bathrooms. 'Perhaps I can cut my hair? With scissors obviously.'
She turned on the water and undressed, locking the door behind her. "Better." Jamie then focused on the girl she and Anthony saw yesterday.
'Don't plan it so quickly. Way too suspicious. Maybe do so before I 'forgive' Sweeney and head back to the sea. As a grand finale.' She blinked and stepped inside.
As the girl stepped out of the shower minutes later, she slipped on a small puddle of water and scraped her left knee. "Great." She rolled her eyes, grabbing onto a towel rack to assist her in standing back up.
After dressing in her sailor coat and pants, Jamie sadly stared into the mirror. A vivid reflection of Sweeney smiled at her. The girl then turned away wiping her eyes. "I can't! I promised Anthony. I don't want to let him down."
She then took her jacket out of her bag and reached for one of the razors in the pocket. Jamie sighed and drew the blade, looking back in the mirror. 'Do it. Do it for him. Do it for Eliza. For Turpin's never ending list of possible wards.'
She sighed and brushed her hair. "All the way down to my elbows. Wow." The girl then tightly pulled her hair and carefully used the razor to cut it all the way up to the top of her backbone.
Twenty minutes later, Jamie blinked. "I hate it." She put her razor away and walked out. "Well it is nice to feel the breeze on my neck again."
"You!"
The girl blinked and kept walking.
"I'm talking to you girl. Get over here."
Although scared, She hiccuped and turned around. "I'm sorry. Me?"
"Well aren't you smart." A man dressed in a grey wool coat walked closer to her and blinked. He, in fact, was the Beadle. 'Shit.' She suspiciously backed up.
"Excuse me ma'am, I apologize for my rude awakening but..Wait a minute. You're that girl! The very one who the Lord managed to snatch not even twenty four hours ago."
She cleared her throat. "Yes. I am. So?"
He narrowed his eyes and pinned her against the wall of Mrs. Mooney's pie shop with the point of his cane pressed onto her chest. "I believe we didn't get the chance to introduce each other."
Jamie was clearly not in the mood. "Leave me alone." She pushed his cane away and continued down the street.
"I see." He snickered as he followed her. "Are you not feeling so well my dear? Not so social?" "I said leave me alone!" Jamie growled and began to run.
"Stop her!" The Beadle ordered two policemen across the street. Jamie tripped on an uneven tile on the sidewalk and fell flat on her stomach. She tried to get up but was helped up by the police. "Ow." Jamie hissed as she was handcuffed.
"What is your complaint this time Beadle?" One of the officers replied unamused.
"It's as simple as a book title. She is a murderer! A fugitive! A.."
Jamie rolled her eyes then scowled. "I am not a murderer!" "That's what they all say. What is your name?" The other policemen walked in front of her and knelt to her level while the Beadle was strictly told to stay silent.
The look on her face disappeared. "It's..." She turned away. "What is your name the gentleman asked." The Beadle sneered. The girl bore her teeth at him then turned back to the officer. "It's Jamie sir."
"Jamie. The very one who was responsible for the killing of Adolfo Pirelli! Lock her up!"
"What?" She almost shouted as she was led down the street towards the jail house. "Don't play innocent with us girl." "You have no evidence! You can't falsely accuse me like this!" She was shoved inside the doors.
"Tell that to the judge love. I'm sure he'd love to hear from you." Jamie glared at the Beadle. "Then I'll insist on telling him the wonderful story about how you and himself can't keep your pants above your waists." She spat.
Anthony turned the corner and widened his eyes. "Jamie? No!" He ran back down to the dock to alert his closest mates.
"She's a very fiery one. Don't go easy on her." The Beadle reprimanded and folded his arms. The officer covered her mouth with a strip of duct tape before un-cuffing her wrists, pushing her inside a cell with her bag.
"Don't make any sudden moves sweetheart. Last thing we need is another reckless instigator like you." The policemen departed down the hall. "Make yourself comfortable. Perhaps organize your thoughts as well." The Beadle left as well.
Jamie angrily ripped off the tape, not caring how much it hurt. "Damn it." She got to her feet and looked through her overstuffed bag. 'Let's see. I wonder if Anthony still knows his lock picking techniques. That is, if I can't find a way out on my own.'
Minutes passed and she found nothing. Her eyes then narrowed at something shiny at the bottom of her bag. "Could it be a paperclip?" She whispered and took it out.
Jamie frowned. "Just a necklace. Lame." She threw it back inside and sat against the grey stoned wall, looking at the silver bars of the cell.
"Well done Beadle."
Jamie shivered but didn't lift her head.
"Captured the little raven." "Yes my Lord. Anything to please you." The judge rose his head, getting a clear visual of what she was doing.
Her eyes closed but shot open to a fist pounding against the bars of the cell. "What?" She rose her voice and glared. "By name please." He slyly smiled. "Judge Turpin." The girl replied through gritted teeth.
The cell door opened but only he entered. "I was expecting to come across you again one way or another. For a moment I had not recognized you." The judge's fingers ran through the thins strands of her hair. "I do aim to please your honor." She replied sarcastically.
"Go away!" "Not until you address me by name." He offered his hand to her but she refused, pushing it away. "You do seem a little under the weather. But that seems rather personal. Perhaps I can offer you.."
"I said go away. Andrew." Jamie spoke adamantly. He growled and jerked her to her feet. "I had assumed that you would be better off with a rope around your neck. Do not underestimate me."
Jamie then stopped her smart alec tone, unsure whether his reply meant he was serious or not. She then looked away to face the right wall of the cell. "Very well." The girl whispered.
The judge softly chuckled. "And you respect me now because I am a threat. Is that correct?" "Yes sir." She whispered, having her eyes meet his to not get in anymore trouble.
"I see. Basic contact skills." He sat down on a stone platform held five feet above the ground by two rusty silver chains.
Jamie gulped as he cleared his throat. "Please stop looking at me like that." The judge didn't speak and just looked at her. "I.." She shivered.
"Come. Sit." Andrew spoke up two minutes later, motioning her to his lap. She jumped but slowly walked over and did so. "Did I startle you?"
Jamie blinked, continuing to speak in a whisper. "No sir." "I can not hear you Jamie. Speak louder please."
The girl sighed. "No sir. You haven't." "Good. Now I want you to answer me honestly Jamie. Did you kill Signor Pirelli?"
She began to panic and bit her nails. The girl shook her head. "I need an answer Jamie." She shot up in tears and turned to him, backing up to the other end of the cell.
"Yes. Okay? Yes I did. He.." Jamie wiped her eyes and sniffled. "..was making me uncomfortable. I was mad about how foolish he made me look and embarrassed me. But I didn't mean to!"
Judge Turpin stood up and walked over to her.
"My anger got the best of me. I'm sorry." He rested her head on his waist and rubbed her back in an effort to calm her down. "And how do you expect me to believe you? For all I know you could be lying to me in another scheme to kill me as well."
Jamie gulped and ran over to her bag, taking out a razor with a slightly different design then Sweeney's. 'Can't believe I'm doing this.' "This scratch here at the end of the blade was because it was the first one I ever used." She handed it to him.
"Yet.."
The girl held her breath.
"..the Beadle accused you of being a fugitive. I clearly see nothing of that. Then again, You will stay here until proven innocent as such." Jamie let out a sigh. "Yes sir."
"Good. Now, If you are found guilty,.." He placed her razor in his pocket. Jamie nervously sat in the right corner of the cell with her coat hiding her body.
"..you will be banished from London for ten years." She shook her head. "Wait. B..banished?" Her eyes widened. "Do not question me." He covered her mouth then smiled.
"Unless you would like to redeem yourself to me as a civilized lady rather then a rambunctious child." 'I'm not a child!' She tightened her eyes and heavily sighed.
"Temper." He took his hand back. 'No. I will not change my personality. But I can act. Then again I will be with Eliza. It could be worse. Could be a permanent change.'
"The time will come my dear. Just not now. In the meantime, Ponder the error of your ways." "But.."
He stood back up and locked the cell behind him. "..can't you just determine my fate now?" "Yes. I suppose I could. But there are far worse crimes worthy of punishment." She scratched her head. "Really?"
The judge left with a high level of satisfaction.
She lay on the cement ground, staring at the ceiling. "Great." Jamie whispered and started to cry. "Sweeney. I need you." The girl sniffled.
Mr. T looked up from his mug of tea on the kitchen table and jolted up, putting on his shoes.
"Where are ya off to love?" Ms. Lovett walked over concerned.
"Nowhere." He muttered and walked out the door in his barbering attire along with his jean jacket. "Jamie's in trouble."
She rolled her eyes. "You're getting paranoid again love. She's a smart girl and can look after herself. The girl said she'd be back later. Just needs room to breathe."
He then felt lost. "But.." "Come on." She smiled and led him back inside.
