Chapter 3. Mr. T sounded a little OOC didn't he? Yes I know it's my fault that he's like that, so shut up!
I made a few songs for this chapter. First one is "Your Health My Dear" and the second is "Silly Girl". Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't anything, but the oc's and the songs I informed you of.
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Anastasia was busy scrubbing the floor in the hall of Judge Turpins residence, thinking about her encounter with Benjamen Barker, who is now known as Sweeney Todd.
She'll admit, she never met him before, but he certainly has changed. From what her parents remembered, Ben used to be a kind man with a skillful way with knives. Now he was a cold man, who seemed to be living in total darkness, thanks to the judge of course.
He probably doesn't know what happened to his wife, or no one has ever told him. She could probably guess that Mrs. Lovett told him, but not the whole truth. Anastasia knew that Mrs. Lovett loved Benjamen, but he had married Lucy and had Johanna. If she did lie about Lucy being dead, Anastasia will go straight to the barber and tell him the truth.
Once she was done srcubbing, she put up her cleaning tools and went straight to the kitchen to cook supper. As she passed the livingroom, Judge Turpin looked up from a book he had been reading and smiled at his young maid.
"Anastasia," he said, making her flinch and turn around, hiding her disgust.
"Hello, my lord," she greeted, though she felt like throwing up just by speaking politely to the horrid man before her.
"How was your time off?" he asked. Anastasia felt like spitting at the man and telling him that it was none of his buisness, but she ignored that feeling and continued speaking to him politely.
"It was very nice," she answered. "I was going to Mrs. Lovetts shop, but she already had some company so I didn't want to disturb her."
"Well, I didn't expect for you to be back so soon," the judge said, although he was quite glad that she was back. Annie held in her vomit, then swallowed.
"Um, may I ask you something, my lord?" Annie asked. Turpin nodded. "Why did you give me the time off? I mean, you've never given me one before, and of course I never asked either. I'm not saying I didn't appreciate it. I'm just a little curious, is all."
Turpin seemed taken aback at this, but smiled at the young girl.
"Why, for your health, my dear," he said. Anastasia looked confused by this.
"My health?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. "I've had Beadle keep an eye on you for some time, and has never once saw you steal a thing." She knew this, and had always been careful in Beadles sight. "During that time, he began to notice something a little... off."
"Like what, my lord?"
"He noticed that you've been overworking yourself."
"When was this?"
"Last night." Then a flashback of that night had come to his mind as he explained further.
I was thinking about giving you another reward for your politeness and hard work when we had some visitors, and he gave me a few suggestions.
Excuse me, my lord
May I request, my lord
Permission, my lord, to speak
May I just suggest, my lord
The girl's looking less than her best, my lord
Heavey breathing coming from her chest, my lord
An illness that's not unique
The child is growing weak
"Oh, I never thought he would notice that," Anastasia said, surprised.
"Yes," Turpin replied. "It seemed surprising to me, as well. In time, perhaps I have made you overwork yourself, and I have seemed to have disregarded your health."
Fret not though, my lord
I know the best, my lord
Give the girl, my lord, some rest
Let her rest from her place, my lord
The color'll come to her face, my lord
She'll then back up her pace, my lord
This is what is best
For now she needs her rest
"And so," Turpin continued. "I decided to take his suggestion, and give you the rest that you needed."
"Oh, sir," the girl said. "you didn't have to do that." Turpin held up a finger to silence her.
Now, now, my dear
You seemed surprised, my dear
I know, to you, it's not clear
Though I have no complaints, my dear
You've always been quite a saint, my dear
You seem as if you'll faint, my dear
I hope I've made myself quite clear
This is all for your health, my dear
Anastasia listened to what he said (or sang) carefully, and didn't know what to think of it. Yes, she had been feeling weak when all she ever did was work. The only breaks she had ever gotten herself was when she got to have her meals, and then she'd go straight back to work. Maybe she did need some rest like he said.
"Well,..." she replied, unsurely. "Thank you, my lord. That was very kind, but still... You didn't have to do that for me."
Turpin chuckled at his young maids words. "You can be such a silly girl sometimes."
Anastasia's expression changed from confused and grateful, to anger and offense. He just called her a silly girl. That bastard!
"May I go to the market for tonights supper, my lord?" she asked. "I think I'll make some of my mum's special soup."
Turpin nodded. "You may." And with that, she put up her apron and cloth like bandana, grabbed her basket, and went out the door in rage.
"Damn bastard!" Annie exclaimed in pure anger. "Calling me a silly girl! He has no right to do so. After all the punishments and cruel lessons he had been giving me, and he decides to call me a silly girl." She then began to sing.
Well look what has come out of hiding
The judge decides to call me something that sounds
Silly
Absolutely silly
Anastasia rides on the back of a carriage without the driver noticing.
Well you know what
I am not going to accept that
Slight little name
He's given me
She jumped on the road to the market and walked forward.
A silly girl
He thinks I'm silly girl
Annie stops in front of a stand of vegetables and grabbed some carrots and onions.
Well then he's the fool
Who thinks I'm a tool
But he just goes on and calls me
She moves toward a stand of roots and grabs the spacific root for the soup.
A silly girl
He says I'm a silly girl
Annie moves on to a fruit stand and then toward some spices.
Well we'll see
Who is the silly girl
But probably not as silly
As me
She then wanders around somewhere else, trying to stay away from the hellhouse as much as possible.
Looking at his face
Is just too revolting
And then when I look away
I start to think it's molting
Anastasia laughed at her little joke, even though she thought it was true.
That's probably why
Everyone thinks I'm
Silly
Aboslutely silly
People began to greet her as she passed them by.
A silly girl
They think I'm a silly girl
An old man offers her a free Lily flower, and she takes it kindly and thanks him.
'Cause I make them laugh
Although only half
Of my jokes are funny
She turns to some children playing in the road and dances them out toward the sidewalk, so they didn't get run over by a passing carriage.
A silly girl
They say I'm a silly girl
She shakes her finger at them, saying that it wasn't safe to play on the road. They frown a bit, but soon smile when she gives them each an apple, though she told them that they must clean them first.
Well there must be plenty
Of silly girls
But none must be as silly
As me
As Anastasia made her way across the road, she began to twirl around in a child-like dance.
Lalaaaa
Lalaaaa
Although there must be plenty
Of silly girls
But none must be as silly
As me
She then goes toward Mrs. Lovetts pie shop, but then stops and remembers that Mr. Todd was there. Then soon sang with bitterness in her words.
A friend of
My mother and father
Has returned
After all these years
She leaned on a wall and continued to stare at the shop with a sad look.
But he has changed
From a sweet and gentle man they once knew
Into someone who's cold
And dark and cruel
Anastasia sighed and walked away from the shop, still singing with sadness as she still talked (or sang) about the barber she just met today.
Of course that was all thanks to the judge
Who also hanged my father
For a crime he did not commit
Still there was nothing anyone could do
About it
As she goes back toward the hellhouse, a man comes around and offers a dance, which she refused but was soon snatched up and she began laughing as he twirled her around.
Lalaaaa
Lalaaaa
Although me and Joey
Are trapped in his prison
A saint will come for us both
As the man let her go, she continued to twirl as if she was day-dreaming.
And then I won't be as silly
To everyone else
She stopped twirling and started to raise her hands as she sang.
When I am
Free
"Um, Miss Evercraft," an old man interupted. Anastasia looked at him. "You're here." She looked and saw that she had arrived at the hellhouse.
"Oh," she said, emberassed. "Thank you." the old tipped his hat and she walked inside. As she closed the door, a vase falls and breaks.
Heh, thought I'd just add something a little random to end the song. Let me know if they make any sense, if not well I'm not much of a song writer so... If you want a song in this story, PM me and I'll gladly put it in this story. You could even write a song of your own for this story. Just let me know who's singing this and in which scene. All credit will go to those who made the song.