A/N: Voila! I feel smart for using that word :) haha ok here yah are! (.. still no reviews..)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SWEENEY TODD!
"What the bloody 'ell..?" Nellie mumbled, immediately jumping to her feet, throwing on her underclothes and robe.
"Sweeney, you don't think they know.. do they?" She asked, suddenly becoming very scared.
"Just don't blurt anything out if they ask anything." Sweeney said hastily, she remained silent, and they slipped out the door.
"Where are you going?" Nellie asked, and Sweeney tried to step aside of her.
"..Where the fuck do you think I'm going?" Sweeney asked, becoming agitated.
"Well, if we come out messy as we are, they'll think we've been messing around. Can't have the law knowing that. Lay out on the settee, and put a blanket on. Make 'em think your sleeping down here. If they ask, I'll just tell 'em it's freezing up in your shop where you normally sleep." Nellie replied quickly, already thinking up a scheme.
"Your bloody brilliant!" Sweeney smiled, but they both hurried when they heard more fists slamming on the door.
"Open up! Immediately!" They man roared. Sweeney adjusted himself, and waved Nellie on.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, to bloody early to be banging on someone's door.." Nellie called.
She ran to the front door, and opened it an inch.
"Who is it? OH! Sorry sir, thought it was one of those crazy men thinking they could get a pie at this hour again." Nellie quickly covered up, trying to make it believable.
"Yes, well. Are you going to let me in?" The policemen demanded. She put on a fake smile, and continued.
"Yes yes! But mind you, my barber upstairs is sleeping in the living room. Bloody freezing up there in that little barber shop! Couldn't have him getting sick now could I?" She smiled, leading them into the kitchen. She looked up, and saw two other men walk behind the fat man she'd earlier spoken to.
"Hmm. Yes." He replied. Nellie noticed he was looking precautiously around him, as if something was going to pop out on him.
"What can I do for you fine gentlemen? Cup o' tea?" She smiled, pointing to her tea kettle.
"No no. I have a few questions if you don't mind." She gulped back her suddenly dry throat.
Sweeney lay in the living room, listening to the men speak to Nellie, keeping his eyes shut.
'Bloody hell, don't mess up now Nellie.' He said to himself.
"Yes, well, I'm sure you've heard of the disappearances of the great Judge Turpin, and his wonderful dear friend Beadle Bafford have gone missing yes?"
"Yes, my friend Mrs. Green informed me. Such a shame. You always say the Judge trying to make a difference in this community. He was such an honerable man if I do say so myself." She said, hating the lies she spewed from her mouth. NONE of that was true. At ALL
"I've also had SEVERAL complaints, of an awful stench coming from your bakehouse. And I also have a complaint for your barber. Won't you sit down?" He smiled, bearing his disgusting yellow teeth to Nellie, his face sweaty and pudgy.
Nellie at first stood her ground, but the policeman sat her down himself. She almost got angry, but blinked back the heat in her eyes.
"Yes, well? The questions? And what might I ask are your names?" She replied hastily. The man sneered at her. She gulped loudly.
"Oh! How TERRIBLY rude of me!" He grinned devilishly.
"I am Timothy Stint. This here is Joseph Stint, my brother, " He said, pointing to a taller more skinny man. "and this is George Hilton. He's my officer in training at the moment." He said, pointing to a what looked like, a frightened little boy in the corner. He was at least 18 years old, but he still looked young.
"Your Nellie Lovett, am I correct?" He said, the fakeness oozing from his words.
"Yes..." She replied, a little bit annoyed.
"The questions sir? It's awful late, and me bones are awful weary from tonights dinner rush." She gritted through her teeth.
"I can imagine so, what with all of your pies you been baking correct? Might I ask where you get your meat from?" He asked. Shit.
"Down where my mother lives, in a few miles from here, almost down in the border of London. Little place called Gorkey's. He barely gets by poor fellow. But his meat is bloody well sliced I can tell you that." She lied.
"Yes.. well, I've had some reports that your barber, Sweeney Todd? Has had some of his customers walk in, never to return again." He said in disgust.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nellie asked, trying to sound innocent in this matter.
"Well, I presumed, YOU would know this."
"And why would I know sir?" She asked, trying to sound convincing.
"Well, I believe, this is just what I believe mind you, I believe, that you and Mr. Todd, have a little scheme you've devised." He said, his voice suddenly becoming low.
"What scheme?" She asked, she was actually getting extremely nervous.
"Well, I sat and thought about this for a while you know.." He said, pacing around her chair, making Nellie's palms sweat.
"I have a hypothesis.. but I COULD be wrong you know. Is it possible, that you and Mr. Todd work together? As in, he slaughter's his customers in a way, and you somehow use some of the meat on their poor bones for your pies?" He asked, staring intently at her. Holy fuck, this guy was CLEVER.
"Sir, I find it insulting, that you would believe Mr. Todd and I as such monsters. This actually pains me to hear." She said coldly, convincing as ever, but he only became angrier at her use of words.
"LIAR!" He yelled, slapping her cheek. She peeked her eyes into the settee, and saw Sweeney now sitting up.
'Don't move Sweeney don't move.' She kept repeating to herself. She looked at George, who looked appalled at what Timothy had just done.
"Ow dare you? In me own house!" Nellie muttered to herself, glaring at Timothy.
"I'll not be lied to Mrs. Lovett. Now, then. If this ISN'T true. Where have Sweeney's customers gone to?" He asked, flashing yet again a cheesy smile.
"First of all, I don't really understand the whole concept of this "not coming back out" thing, and second of all, you really think Sweeney Todd would kill someone for meat?" She asked, trying to look at him in shock. Timothy cleared his throat.
"I'm going to ask you one more time. Where do you get your meat from?" He demanded, his face now inches directly in front of her. She smelled his stale breath.
"I already TOLD you. Gorkey's!" She hissed, dramatically leaning back, as to show him he was getting too close.
"Don't get too hasty now Mrs. Lovett, he's just asking you some questions is all. It's our job you know. And we expect full honesty." Joseph suddenly spoke up, the same venomous voice coming from his mouth as his brothers. Yet George stood stiff as a rock.
"And honesty's what you got." She said, but this time, Joseph slapped her. This time on her right cheek. His slap stung more than the other, and she felt the tears roll down her eyes. She looked again, hoping for his help, and saw Sweeney standing now. He looked as if he was going to blow. He swiflty walked in, and spoke with ease,
"What's seems to be the trouble gentlemen?" The fakeness also seeping through his words. His eyes almost glowed a fiery red.
"Ah, look who's woken from his slumber. Well, we've been asking the little lady here some questions, and I believe she's lying." Timothy glared at Nellie.
"I ain't bloody lying!" She snarled. But Joseph turned, and hit her on the head, making her feel dizzy.
"Shut up woman. Let him finish." He said, glaring daggers at him. But it was too late for them. Sweeney pounced on them.
"I do not see a reason to be hitting her or slapping her sir. I'll think it's about time you left." Sweeney said, motioning to the door. But Timothy spoke first,
"Not till I have my questions asked and ANSWERED." He spat, looking back at Nellie. He grabbed Sweeney's long hair, and dragged him to sit in the chair nearest Nellie. Not a good idea. Sweeney stood up, and punched him square in the jaw. Timothy fell back, and Sweeney went for Joseph too, but he grabbed Mrs. Lovett, and placed a gun to her head.
"No more hasty moves sir." He replied, his voice strong and menacing. Sweeney had knocked Timothy out good. He lay on the floor, his disgusting fat stomach peeking through his shirt. Nellie froze. The man had his hand firmly around her neck, almost choking her. Not to mention there was a cold gun pressed to her temple.
All the while George stood, paralyzed in fear of what was going on.
Sweeney froze also. But stood up, walking to Joseph.
CHINK.
Joseph had cocked the gun. He froze in his footsteps. George lifted a shaky hand to Joseph's shoulder,
"Come on Joe, let's not make too big a deal." But Sweeney took his opportunity. He flipped his razor out in the blink of an eye, and sliced Joseph's neck when he had turned to look at George. But Joseph had gotten to fire his gun.
Nellie wrenched herself free from his grip, and saw him fall to the ground dead. She lifted her head to Sweeney, and saw him clutching his side. Blood was running from underneath his hands. He looked up.
Everything was in slow motion. He heard the gun fire, and he felt a cold sting go into his side, just above his waist. He looked up and saw Nellie rushing to him, and the younger boy just standing there in fear.
But Sweeney walked to the boy. He held the razor to George's neck and muttered,
"Tell no one of this. Run. Get away from these monsters." He growled, his voice cracking with pain. George nodded fiercely, and ran. Ran and ran and ran. Till he had no where to run.
Nellie ran over to Sweeney, and muttered curse words over and over.
"I'm fine Nellie." Sweeney groaned.
"Yeh, your FINE!" She said, and began breaking into hysterics.
"Go lie on the settee. I'll be back!" She said, running to the cupboards, grabbing things here and there.
Sweeney fumbled over a few feet, and finally, fell onto the couch. He looked down at his right side, and lifted his hand, and pulled up his now sticky with blood, shirt. He looked, and saw a hole, with a tiny bit of metal sticking through. The bullet. He touched it lightly, and cried out in pain. Within seconds, Nellie ran in with tweezers, bandages, water and towels.
She leaned by his side, and looked at it.
"Oh my god Sweeney. What do I do?" She said, the fear making her voice tremble.
"Just take the fucker out!" Sweeney groaned.
"How!" She cried.
"Use the tweezers or something!" He said, pointing to them.
She shakily lifted them, and carefully placed them near his wound.
"Ready?" He nodded hurriedly.
"oh god, oh god, oh god," She kept muttering.
Sweeney clenched his eyes shut, and felt her tweezers stretching his skin apart, and he felt them clamp around the bullet.
She gingerly pulled it out, little by little, and finally when it squeezed through, he let out a horrible cry of pain. Immediately, blood poured out, that the bullet had been blocking. She hastily grapped a towel, and pressed it to his side, making him groan.
After a few more minutes, Nellie had finished, and rested her hand on his head.
"OK?"
"...yes." He said, letting his eyes shut, the pain numbing away.
"Thank god." She whispered.
"Thank you Nellie." He muttered, reaching for her hand.
"It's fine lovie."
"Tomorrow, get Toby around. Get your things, and we're leaving. Far away. Far, far, far away." He said, letting the sleep overpower him.
Hmmm haha we shall see where they'll be headed... ;) review pleaseeee
