A/N: 17 words off 1,000, not too bad then.
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Chapter Six
Over the next few days since Nellie had woken, she had settled back into their routine, of him killing his customers, and her making pies out of them to sell to her customers. Toby, of course, remained oblivious to the fact that every time he ate one of his mothers delicious pies, he was eating another human being that Sweeney had killed only a few days prior.
Nellie was very grateful to Sweeney, asides from the fact that the Chlormethiazole probably would have killed her by now, she had stopped having the nightmares that had invaded her dreams for many, many years.
Sweeney knew that she was grateful, he also knew that she was holding back, he didn't want her gratitude, and she knew it.
He didn't know what he had expected would happen when Nellie woke up, but it certainly wasn't this. Everything was just so normal, so, completely ordinary, as though nothing had happened, as though it had been but a mere dream. It was like Nellie had never fallen asleep among candles, like Nellie had never been poisoned by an ex-lover with Chlormethiazole and nearly died. Nellie seemed pretty content with it, but Sweeney on the other hand, was not. He did not like it one bit, he wanted something, but he couldn't quite grasp onto what it was.
Sweeney was acting slightly out of character though, perhaps it had been the thought of loosing someone that was so essential to his plan, but, come to think of it, she wasn't so essential anymore, hadn't Sweeney proved that he could cope without her? Perhaps it had been the thought of loosing someone that he had grown to care for, even though he didn't know it.
He had also begun to think of what would happen after, what would come after he had killed the Judge, after he had avenged his wife, his poor darling Lucy. What then?
He could get his daughter back yes, but would she want to be with him, over the sailor? Her father that she'd never known, over a chance at love and happiness? He didn't think so.
He had begun contemplating all of these things, he eventually decided to cross those bridges when they came. For now, he had to focus on killing Judge Turpin. But how?
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Sweeney, Nellie, and Toby were having dinner that evening, when Sweeney froze completely.
'Mistah T?' she asked, looking at him with concern.
Sweeney breathed deeply, coming out of his deep thought, and quickly stood up from the table. He rushed outside and along the streets of London until he came to Judge Turpin's house.
He knocked on the door, and the Beadle answered,
'I'm here to see Judge Turpin,' Sweeney said to him,
'Of course Mister Todd.' The Beadle vanished, and a second later, the Judge was standing before him,
'Mister Todd, how can I help you?'
Sweeney's eyes shifted to look at Turpin's cheeks where the stubble that Sweeney hadn't shaved away yet, remained. Turpin noticed where Sweeney's gaze was,
'I was wondering, whether you would be interested in finishing that shave?'
Turpin was silent for a moment, and then said, 'alright, we shall see if you really are the best barber in all of London.'
They walked silently back to the shop, and Sweeney lead Turpin up the stairs to his barbers shop. Turpin removed his coat, and sat down, Sweeney put a sheet over Turpin's front, and began to lather the shaving cream onto his face. He wouldn't wait this time, he wouldn't let him slip out of his grasp.
'Has Johanna seen the errors of her ways yet?' Sweeney asked conversationally, a trait that he didn't possess.
'Not yet, but she will. I know she will, and then we shall be married,'
'You have a fine taste in woman, similar to my own,'
'Really?'
'I would even go as far as to say, almost identical.'
'What makes you say that?'
Sweeney was breathing heavily now, restraining himself, 'There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful.' He said simply,
Turpin swallowed a lump in his throat,
'A foolish barber and his wife, she was his reason and his life, and she was beautiful. And she was virtuous and he was naive.'
The Judges breathing was growing shallow,
'There was another man who saw, that she was beautiful. A pious vulture of the law, and with a gesture of his claw, removed the barber from his plate. And then there was nothing but to wait, and she would fall, so soft, so young, so lost, and oh, so beautiful. Remember me?'
The Judge hardly dared to breathe, 'Benjamin Barker.'
'BENJAMIN BARKER!.' Sweeney yelled, before stabbing the Judge repeatedly in the throat, sending blood spurting everywhere, over and over, Turpin's throat was stabbed and sliced, Sweeney relishing in the pain that had been caused, and even though the judge was now dead, he found a thrill of having the Judge's blood on his shirt, Turpin's blood coating the floor, staining Sweeney's shirt, and he was the cause.
Finally, Sweeney pushed his foot down on the peddle at the bottom of the chair, and watched as the Judge slid down and landed on his head, ready to be made into a pie.
Sweeney carefully removed the bloody shirt, and folded it. He wouldn't be washing this one. He put on a fresh white one and went back down the stairs to find Nellie sitting at the table. When she saw him, she put his plate of food over a flame to heat it slightly before returning it to him.
'You're lucky I sent Toby to the market, what with all that shouting. You did it then did you?' she asked
Sweeney nodded, and saw Nellie smile at him, she was genuinely happy for him. He gave her a rare small smile back.
A/N: Did you like it?
And ohmigosh that stupid judge is finally dead!
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