The Demon Barber is Alive!
Chapter 14: Home
A/N:
"You know what to do," Driven nods over to Anthony.
"But, WHY?" Anthony jumps up and down like a frustrated preschooler.
"Because, you stupid door-barger-innerer, I don't want to be sued!"
"How will that affect me?"
"Did you know that if you hadn't barged in on Mr. T's shop then Turpin would've died earlier and you could've ran off with Johanna waaaay before you did!" she says matter-of-factly.
"So?"
"So…DISCLAIM!"
"Drivenbyrevenge owns nothing…" he rolls his eyes.
"Nothing except?"
"Except my SOUL!" he gives her an icy look.
Sweeney sees Will his hand touching the photo of Lucy. He walks over to him and quickly grabs him by the tips of his stylish, pink hair.
"YOU, BOY! You gandered at my wife, Lucy, you gandered at her! GANDER GANDER GANDER!!!!" He screams.
"Gander, Lucy? I'm confused!"
"I saw you with your finger on her left breast!"
"Tha—that was a breast!?" He rubs the bruise on his head, courtesy of Mr. Todd.
Now anyone who knows Sweeney well would know that Will's comment only made him angrier.
"OUT! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" Sweeney throws the gay boy down the stairs.
"Aah, how rude!" Will purses his glossed lips and walks over to Toby and Marge.
Marge sees a teenage, human, boy wearing a purple, velvet jacket with a pair of silver jeans, which are strangely modern for the 1800s. She greets him, "
"Maa-aaaa."
"Helloo, Goaty," He scratches her ear.
"'er name is, MARGE!" Toby pulls the goat close to himself and glares at Will.
Will walks off, Sweeney is mad at me, Toby is mad at me, but I don't even know why and now I might not even have a job!
Nellie is finally learned how to steer the carpet which she has named George. She tugs a tassel and the rug veers slightly to the right. Now all I has to do is get back to Fleet Street and find Mr. T……That asshole, throw me off a bridge! Who does 'e think 'e is? Yes I'll get back to me shop and have revenge……but Nellie Lovett loves that stupid barber…I'll just do what he did and become someone new…someone who doesn't care about him at all…I'll call myself…Gabrielle… West…well if he can give himself a bloody ridiculous first name with a normal last name than so can I!
She forces the carpet to the ground and lands in a conveniently placed, small, forest clearing.
For the first time, Nellie, who from now on we shall call Gabrielle, looks down at her dress. It has turned a greyish colour and the skirt is ripped to shreds. The blue ribbons are now strands of silk hanging limply and the dress as a whole looks completely ridiculous.
I worked so 'ard for this dress…now look at it! RUINED! Completely RUINED!! Oh well, no matter, I'll do the same to Sweeney when I get home!
She moves to the rug and sits on it, she tugs one tassel up and it suddenly flies up.
Nellie, I mean, Gabrielle, crosses her legs and gazes out at the sky before her with a hint of malice in her smile.
The carpet flies above the cool, mist and onto the outskirts of London.
Gabrielle breathes in the polluted London air, home at last.
A/N: Sorry this one's really short…but…meh! If your name is Gabrielle then please don't take offense to this, I know that Gabrielle isn't really ridiculous but I thought it suited Nellie.
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