I've had such bad writer's block... Thankfully its over.
I have several chapters but I have to clean them up.
Enjoy this one... Thank you to everybody that has reviewed.
Sorry if they are a bit oc but it's hard to keep Sweeney in check. He's always carrying
that bloody razor!!
Lucy woke up, looking around the room. "The alley's missing. Must tell the beadle, the beadle will want to know. Yes he will." She mumbled her nonsense, looking for the ragged clothing she always wore.
Not seeing them, she pulled her filthy shawl over the night dress. Her eyes widened taking in her surroundings. She ambled out of the room, touching the walls with greedy fingers. She soon found herself in a small parlor.
"Where…" she stopped, this house looked familiar. She scrunched up her face, her frail mind trying desperately to put name to where she was.
"Baker…Baker…the baker." She shouted it gleefully, she twirled around the parlor. "Baker…" nothing else came to her mind, frustrated she began to yell.
"What the devil?" Mrs. Lovett wiped her floury hands on her apron, "What you yellin' 'bout." Nellie stopped in the doorway watching as Lucy screamed and pulled her hair. Tufts of yellow strands fell to the floor.
"If Mr. Barker…Umm Todd sees this, he'll skin me for sure." She mumbled. Nellie ran to her, grabbing her hands roughly, "Stop it, you'll leave yourself bald, you will."
Lucy screamed louder, her eyes bulging as Nellie wrestled her to the floor. "No, no please have pity have pity." Panicked Lucy bit her hand, sinking yellow teeth into Nellie's white hand.
"Ow!" Nellie shrieked with pain, momentarily letting go. Lucy rolled away and tried to crawl away but Nellie had hold of her ankle, her throbbing hand tucked against her.
Lucy screamed wildly, howling like an animal in pain. She kicked out, catching Nellie right in the face. Taking advantage of her injury, Lucy yanked a fistful of hair, kicking and savagely beating every part of Nellie she could reach.
They rolled to the floor, each landing their own punishing blows.
Nellie trying to calm her but was forced to duck as Lucy grabbed a hold of statuette. Without further ado, Nellie hauled back and punched her, knocking her out cold.
"What. Is. The. Meaning. Of. This." Nellie was yanked off Lucy and into Mr. Todd's arms. Her adrenaline fled as her eyes were forced to meet the cruel dark eyes of her barber.
"I…I…was…," Nellie then did something she had never done in her life. She fainted dead away.
Sweeney's face lost its look of rage, his mouth hanging open comically. He was deeply confused and his features clearly were trying to fathom, why he had one woman in his arms and the other on the floor.
Sweeney had heard the shouting and screaming from his tonsorial parlor. He had run down the stairs oblivious to the startled looks of their neighbors. However by the time he had made his way to Mrs. Lovettt's parlor, he had only seen his landlady punch his wife.
Blind anger had made him pull her off his Lucy and shake her like a doll. The terror in his eyes had apparently been enough to make the poor baker fall in a feint in his arms.
He felt again another twinge of pity and with a heavy sigh he stepped over his wife and carried her to the sofa. He laid her down quickly but gently. He turned back to Lucy and kneeled to pick her up as well.
He had just begun to put her down on the bed when he noticed the dark stain on his forearm. He nearly tossed Lucy onto the bed in his haste. He frantically checked his wife but she had only scratches and the beginning of purple eye.
'That meant…" his thought went unfinished as he rushed back to the parlor and bent to examine Mrs. Lovett.
Her red hair made it impossible to tell, but as he lifted her head, he saw it. Near where Lucy had been lying was a small statue. Nellie's head was bleeding…
