Ok, So this is chapter 2. There's no reference to the last chapter but I am thinking I can make um fit together somehow. until I figure out how to do that though enjoy the next chapter!!
She laid down her weapon of choice to wipe the sweat that had been threatening to fall off her brow for the last 3 minutes. Picking up a rag she wiped the sweat off her forehead, unaware that she left a trail of blood in its place. Picking up the butcher knife again she finishes up her work as quickly as possible. She never did like this job, cutting up human flesh was not something on her list of things to do when she grew up. However she would do anything for Sweeney and if this was the only way she could help him get his revenge well then it had to be done.
After separating the pieces into what could be used and what couldn't she tossed the bones and unused parts into the oven and the rest in the grinder to be used later. She picked up the rag again and sat down on a chair near the door. She went to wipe her hands when she noticed the rag was already covered in blood.
"Well that's just perfect!" She thought to herself. Now how was she supposed to get all the blood off her hands? Toby was upstairs and if he hadn't fallen asleep yet he would most likely be drinking gin, in a booth, right in front of the sink. There was no way she could hid this and she wasn't bothering to sneak upstairs to check.
This all was getting to be a little to much for the women. Cutting up bodies day and night, Serving them to people in pies. She was never one for lying but ever since Sweeney came back it seams that's all she knew how to do. She was lying to Toby, to Sweeney, and to thousands of people that ate at her shop every day. She put her head in her hands not caring how much blood she got on her face, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to go back upstairs. Small tears began to seep through her hands.
Toby came to mind. She was the only family he ever had and she was flat out lying to him. Pretending every day that there was nothing but good things going on. That she went downstairs every night to make pies when she was really cutting people up instead. She also pretended that there life was a lot more simple then it actually was. She wondered how he would feel if he ever found out what was really going on.
He would probably run away she thought to herself I would. The poor thing, where would he go from here. Hopefully to someplace better then this hell. Of course Sweeney would probably be furious if Toby ever found out. He'd probably kill him, but I guess that would be better then living with knowing.
What about Sweeney? She had told him that his wife was dead. Well technically she had only told him that she drank poison, the sentence 'your wife died' never left her mouth, thank goodness. Every time that old woman came near the shop her heart began to beat a little faster, hoping that Sweeney wouldn't come out of his shop and see her. She wondered if he would even recognize her. What would he do if he did? Probably kill me too. That conclusion came to easily, maybe this was the thing that scared her.
The last thing she wanted to do was think about what would happen if someone else found out. She wasn't sure how something like that would happen but if it did……
This made her start to cry even more. A small sob escaped from he throat without her approval.
"What's happened?" Came a voice. A voice that sounded familiar. She looked up from her hands which were now blood and tear stained. She saw Sweeney standing inside the door.
"Bloody hell women, what happened to you?" He sounded oddly concerned and she wasn't sure if he was talking about the tears or the blood on her face. She hadn't seen herself so she wasn't sure how bad she looked.
"nothing, nothing happened." She said wiping her eyes with the rag that was laying in her lap. Forgetting that the rag was already bloodstained her eyes started to burn which in turn only made her cry more.
"I am sorry." She said between sobs. "It's just that I was thinking and…" She started to cry again. He walked up to her and took the rag from her hands and walked out. This only made her cry worse. What did I do now? Is he coming back? After what seemed like forever the man made his way back through the door with the rag, which looked slightly cleaner, and a bucket. He sat them down on the floor along with himself and pulled her off the chair and onto the floor with him. He dipped the rag into the water, rung it out and started to clean her face off.
"Now, why don't you tell me what really happened." He said, wiping gently at her forehead.
"I was just thinking 'bout this 'ole mess that were gettin ourselves into. I just don't know 'ow much more 'o this I can take." She said, accidentally letting a small sob slip through her lips. He looked her straight in the eyes as he began to wipe under her eyes and at her cheeks.
"Your to strong to give up now pet." He said looking away again and back to his work.
"I am not so sure I believe that Mr. T." She said turning her head downwards. He puts his hand under her chin and makes her face him.
"Hold still." He said getting back to wiping the blood from her face.
"Sorry." She whispers in complete shock, he'd never been this nice before.
"Listen Nellie." This shocked her even more. He had never used her first name before.
"You're a lot stronger than any women ive ever met. You were alone for quite some time after your husband died and I am sure a lot of….other women would have just." He stopped and looked at her. "Given up." He finished with what sounded like sadness in his voice. He blinked a few times and brought himself back. Placing his hand under her chin he moved her head up so he could reach the rest of the blood. He finished and put the rag back in the bucket. Taking this as her cue that that moment had ended she began to get up when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back down to the floor.
"I wasn't finished." He said.
"Ok, sorry." She said, and waited for him to begin.
"I promise you Nellie, If you've been doing this same thing for what, 4, 5 months now?" he questioned. She nodded her head.
"And that's what I mean if………." He put his finger to her lips and she immediately stopped talking.
"If you've been doing it for that long then I am sure you wouldn't mind doing it a little while longer. I get this way sometimes too but it won't be that long until the Judge comes and then it'll all be over and you won't have to worry about all this anymore." He finishes and stands up turning to go. She rushes to her feet to catch him before he leaves.
"And then what? What happens when we finish the judge off? Do we risk staying here, do we leave, what about Toby…………what about us?" She whispers the last part. He doesn't turn to face her, but she can hear him.
"I don't know, about any of it. I guess….I guess we'll just have to figure it out when it happens right?" He turns around to look at her.
"Yeah." She said putting on a fake smile. He nods at her and leaves.
"I guess that's good enough." She says to no one in particular. Picking up the bucket and rag she follows the barber upstairs leaving her worries in the locked room behind her.
alright so chapter 2. I am not sure If I like this one as much as the first one. It started out as something completely different and I didn't' like that so I changed it into this. Well anyway let me know what you think cuse I am not sure about this one. Thanks!!
