Well, all my fans (about...idk, a few of you.) I never expected 11 whole reviews! Oh, you will love this story, it's getting good soon.
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"'Ere, luv, I think yer clothes are all dry now," Mrs. Lovett stood up, and gently took his shoulder, and led him to the downstairs again. He wasn't responding, his face was a blank stare, devoid of all emotion, just staring ahead, not blinking, nothing. He slowly dragged his feet with her, and they made it to the basement. She let go of his shoulder, and fetched his clothes, which were now dry and warm from sitting by the first, though that had a particular smell that probably would never come out.
She turned around and handed the clothes to him, and walked over the the wall and faced it, so he could change in peace. He shimmied out of the horrid pink dress, and pulled on his clothes. "All done?" she iunquired, and head a very feeble "Yes..."
He was still standing there, in his normal clothes, blankly staring. She pretended he was staring at her but she knew all that was running through his mind was his little blonde pet. She sighed, and led him upstairs again.
Once they were at the top, he seemed to snap out of his trance and grabbed her wildly. "Where is she?" he gasped, shaking her shoulders, and spinning her over to a wall. "Where is my Lucy?" He bared his teeth, as if she killed his precious...
Her eyes widened as she was pressed against the wall. She could barley breathe. He had her wrists in both hands, and was shaking them furiously. He pressed closer to her, and she could feel his hot breath against her neck. He whispered one more time, his lips barely touching her, "Where. Is. My wife?" He waited for a response, but Mrs. Lovett was so afraid she didn't answer.
"ANSWER ME WOMAN!" He grabbed her and threw her on the floor. Tears sprung to her eyes as she tumbled to the floor, landing in a heap on her knees, her ragged dress sprawling all around her, a few feet away from Mr. Todd.
For a few seconds, she sobbed, but through her sobs, he could hear her "K-kearney's L-lane!" He smiled, walked over, bent down and patted her head. He then walked over the dusty floors to the door, opened it, and walked out, letting it slam with a loud BANG.
I felt out poor Sweeney was getting OOC, but this is more like him, don't you think? Sorry for the shortness, but just you wait till he meets his beloved Lucy...
Stelli
