Disclaimer: I'm not even going to make up humorous disclaimers anymore. I don't own Sweeney Todd. Why must I always say that?

There was a brief silence in the barbershop; all that was heard was the hard breathing of Mr. Todd, still holding Amelia by the neck against the wall. Mrs. Lovett looked at them both fearfully, wondering what might happen next.

Sweeney suddenly reached out and grabbed the picture of Lucy, and threw it to the ground. Pushing his foot into the frame, Mrs. Lovett heard the glass crack, and Mr. Todd bent down to rip the portrait into shreds. Bits of paper flew everywhere, and Amelia herself looked shocked. His hands balled together in a fist, Mrs. Lovett noticing small cuts all over his hands, he said as loud as he could, " Benjamin Barker is dead."

Amelia raised her eyebrows, " Where did Benjamin Barker go Mr. Todd? You seem to at least know his name, therefore you must know about the successful barber who lived here."

"He left for Devil's Island." Mrs. Lovett interrupted, receiving an icy glare from Amelia.

"I was asking Mr. Todd, if you remember correctly, love." Amelia replied, once again imitating Nellie's voice.

Amelia turned to Sweeney, who was now bending over the ripped shreds of Lucy's picture.

"Why should you be sentimental about a woman you never knew?" Amelia whispered with a deadly tone in her voice.

Mrs. Lovett stepped forward Amelia and slapped her across the face.

"Leave. NOW. Doesn't ever come bloody back again! If I ever see you come across Fleet Street again, I will kill you." Mrs. Lovett whispered with a deathly hint in her voice.

Mr. Todd looked up, his fierce expression even fiercer than before.

"Out. Both of you."

"Mr. T?" Mrs. Lovett asked shocked. Had she not just defended him?

"NOW!" Sweeney roared and Amelia and Mrs. Lovett both hurried out of the shop.

They both entered the pie shop, glaring at each other the entire way. Mrs. Lovett went behind her counter, grabbing the rolling pin so hard that her knuckles began to bleed. Amelia muttered many things under her breath, Mrs. Lovett catching only a few "pretty" words about her.

" I do hope you remember, love, that I have a rolling pin in my hand and I am not afraid to throw it at your bloody head." Mrs. Lovett said with mock-politeness.

" I hope you keep it in your mind that I have a knife underneath my dress, and I am not afraid to take it out and cut you wherever I can." Amelia said through gritted teeth.

"And why would you be carrying a knife around?" Mrs. Lovett asked with a raised eyebrow.

Amelia swore under her breath and didn't reply.

" I thought so."

Toby walked in, rubbing his eyes.

"Mum? What is going on?"

Mrs. Lovett was about to respond when the door flew open and the young man with the blonde hair stepped in.

Toby's eyes widened. " Barthi? What are you doing here?"

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Author's Note: I know this chapter is a bit shorter than the other ones, but cursed Daylight Savings Time started so I must restart my whole sleeping schedule. I am fairly proud of this chapter, and I would be more prouder (is that a word?) if YOU reviewed! Flames will be used to keep Mrs. Lovett's oven burning.

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