A/N: Okay I really need to work on typing. So many people like this story, so I need to type fast! My other fanfiction isn't doing so well, which is highly disappointing, so I will not update this story until the other one gets a new review. Not because I'm mean, because it gives me more time to type up chapter 26 for this story. It's Halloween time!
Trick-or-Treating was so much fun! The candy was unbelievable good. Thirty-six inch pixie sticks, full packages of Twizzlers, full sized Hershey's bars; I was in sweet, sweet heaven.
"Jeremy, c'mon, you're being really slow!" I joked as I tugged on the sleeve of his costume.
"God, what time is it? I have to be going home."
"Home, but the fun's just begun!" I argued.
"I have a uh, sister I have to babysit while my parents are out. See you at school though." He called behind his shoulder as he raced away, candy bag swinging behind him, occasionally hitting his leg. He sure is acting strange, I thought to myself.
After hitting about twenty or so more houses, I decided that it was time to head in as well. Besides, one more house and my bag would rip open from being so full!
"See you on Monday!" Claire called out to me as I said my farewells and laters. Then, I literally ran into someone dressed up as a grave-robber. I ran into Eric.
Before I got the chance to say anything, Eric started babbling. "Listen, James, I'm really sorry for what I did. I overreacted, and I think it's really cool that your adoptive parents are murderers. Wait, that doesn't sound right. Anyways, I'm just really sorry and…"
"Is there any point to this conversation Eric, because I'm really not in the mood for listening." I warned.
"Yes, I just passed Jeremy and he was acting very strange, like super strange. Kept muttering about revenge and 'all those years' and I think I heard something about elixir."
I couldn't believe Eric was doing this, making stuff up about Jeremy whom he probably barely knew in the first place. "You are unbelievable! Just get out of my way Eric before I make you move!" I shouted in his face and pushed past him, ramming into his shoulder as I did. I didn't walk away completely until I heard the satisfying sound of his "ow".
The walk home was slow and cold. Darkness shrouded me, hugged me tight. Despite it being so dark out, I saw shadows everywhere. I picked up the pace when it started getting too creepy. At the last minute, I broke into a run and burst through the pie shop entrance.
"Hello!" I called out when I saw that no one was to be found. Maybe Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney were upstairs? I waited a second to brace myself for what I may…intrude on. I tried to make as much as I could on the stairs so that if they were doing anything, they would realize I was there.
"Hey what's," I trailed off and stopped in my tracks at what I saw. "Up."
Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney were tied to the bedpost and gagged. Mrs. Lovett was the first to see me. Her eyes widened in a mixture of fright and relief. Sweeney just sat where he was, looking like he was about to die and he was accepting it. Without thinking I rushed over to them and undid the gags.
"Jamie love, oh I'm so glad you're 'ere." Mrs. Lovett breathed out as I began working at the knots that held her to the bedpost.
"What the hell happened? Damn it these are tight!" I said loudly in frustration. "Can't you guys disappear and reappear somewhere else in the room?"
"I'm afraid that won't be possible." A voice that I recognized instantly said menacingly. I took a sharp intake of breath as Jeremy stepped out of the shadows.
"Jeremy, how did you?"
"A little Italian bird told me." as he said this, a man wearing fancy clothing, a weird mustache, and hair that looked as if it had too much styling gel in it appeared next to Jeremy. I didn't need to be told once to know who it was.
"Pirelli. Wot are you doin' 'ere?" I asked taking on a full Cockney accent.
"Jus' payin' Mr. Todd here a visit." He laughed a cold-hearted laugh that made me want to murder him myself. It didn't take a Harvard graduate to figure out that Pirelli was here for revenge. The Italian freak barber began stepping closer. I took what seemed to be numerous steps back before hitting the wall. When I thought Pirelli was going to keep stalking towards me, he stopped in front of Sweeney.
Jeremy was the one to come up next to me. He leaned in close, too close to my liking. His hot, disgusting breath was right in my ear. "You know, we could build off of this, a relationship I mean. Think about it, this would be a wonderful story to tell our kids."
I dared to look at him. "In case you have forgotten, I'm freakin' fifteen! A minor, a juvenile, I'm not even suppose to be thinking about sex at this age!" He was pissing me off so much that I was this close to spitting in his face. I didn't dare to do such a thing though. It was the only reason why he was getting to know me at drama, because he was working for Pirelli.
Pirelli began speaking with Sweeney as Jeremy walked away from me. I took this opportunity to kneel beside Mrs. Lovett and began untying her. I undid the last knot in time before Jeremy noticed and kicked me to the ground. He was too weak with the kick and the only effect would be a light bruise or two I'm sure.
Out of thin air, Pirelli pulled out a book that had a bunch of weird symbols on the front. None of it seemed familiar. Pirelli began chanting words in what sounded like Gibberish. A dark green-blue light erupted from the book. Triumph filled the eyes of both Jeremy and Pirelli. Horror filled mine.
A silver, liquid- like substance started coming out of Sweeney's chest as a pained expression appeared on his face. I wanted to cry out, do something, but was too afraid of what would happen. I could only watch as he was being taken by the Shadows. Dark dangerous things Shadows are. They show no mercy and take you to a place worse than Hell.
More Gibberish followed and more of the silver stuff was expelled from Sweeney's chest. "Sweeney!" Mrs. Lovett screamed out as he started fading fast. Anger, confusion, love, and hatred overcame me. Without realizing what I was doing, I jumped up and kicked the book out of Pirelli's hands. A razor was whipped out, Pirelli was kicked hard in the shins, and his throat slit wide open, all done by me. His blood showered me as I stabbed his throat numerous times.
Jeremy came up next to me to stop me, but I elbowed him. Pirelli exploded in a burst of light. Jeremy was still kneeling over in pain. I turned to him, ready to go for yet another kill, but Mrs. Lovett stopped me.
"Love, it's one thing to kill a ghost, it's another to kill someone tha's alive." She was right of course, and she knelt down next to Jeremy and began whispering in his ear. "You will go 'ome, forget any of this ever 'appened. You never met James Todd."
Jeremy's eyes kind of glazed over and he stood up, the pain seemingly disappeared suddenly. He left the shop without another word.
I rushed over to Sweeney who looked as if he was going to go unconscious any moment. "Dad, dad please, listen to me, don't you dare close your eyes!" I pleaded and begged. He did anyways. I helped Mrs. Lovett lay him on the bed. I stayed at the bedside almost the whole night.
It had to have been eleven-forty-five when he finally woke up. "What the hell happened?" he moaned. I laughed and cried at the same time. He sat up and I hugged him.
"You just had a little run in with Pirelli. No big deal, just wanted revenge." I explained.
"Oh my god." Mrs. Lovett whispered when she came back into the room. It was definitely a group hug moment.
A picture perfect family.