The Demon Barber is Alive!
Chapter 25: I Can Help
A/N: The Chapter after the random gibberish that I gibber about in the authors note is continued straight after the last scene in chap24.
Driven is standing on a podium no-one is looking art her but she screams out anyway; "I AM QUEEN OF THE POKEATHLON! My Pokemans are the best!!! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" She laughs maniacally.
Every one continues to ignore her.
"Hmm," She speaks to the person in her head, known as Sparklez Mc Cheesy, "Biohazrd23 never comes over anymore…Robina left, the unicorns are useless….I need someone to hang with in my crib…but who?"
She pulls out some crayons and butchers' paper and begins her brainstorming.
Sweeney reluctantly pulls his lips from Nellie's. He gazes into her eyes, seeing the love for him that seeps from every gap on her. Nellie is back, the Nellie he loves and longs for.
"Mr. T…" She doesn't finish but kisses him again.
"Nellie…you're back," he whispers in her ear.
"What is that meant to mean?" she asks vaguely when she feels his lips hover over her neck.
"YOU, Nellie…not Mrs. Lovett….Mrs. Lovett isn't in love with me…you are," he presses his lips down on her neck and kisses it, feeling goose bumps form on her skin.
She stays silent, feeling his lips on her skin and his hands running gently through her tangled hair.
"Nellie," He kisses her, forgetting that he ever said anything bad about her.
The sensation and buzz writhing through her from his lips is amazing, she can barely feel anything else, and it's just them in each others arms, engulfed in the others kiss.
"I need you, Nellie," he strokes her neck and the goose bumps return.
She pulls away, "You need me but I LOVE YOU, it's different, Mr. T," without even a second glance she walks out.
"Nell! Wait…." He yells and then gives up, sighing and sitting on his chair.
I know what she wants…I just can't say it! "I need you", that's the closest I can get to "I love you" because I'm not sure if I do. Great, now she'll be all huffy and ignore me again. I suppose I deserve it, after how long I ignored her for.
Still, what can you expect from a person like me? I'm the first to admit that I have some issues but it's his fault, Turpin. I got my revenge though I should be fine… but I'm not!
I love Nellie…no! I love Lucy, my beautiful Lucy. Lucy is dead…Nellie is waiting for me. Do I want her though?
His thoughts spun around like this until almost seven-thirty at night, when he finally realised that he was arguing with himself.
SCENE CHANGE TO DOWNTOWN LONDON (yes, London has a Downtown!!)
Will wakes…the moon is glaring down on him. He is lying under an archway, peering out to the sky.
He doesn't know how long he's been like this, a week, maybe two…three?
He tried to make things better, tried to make Mr. Todd stop being so down. All he received was a broken heart.
Truthfully, he did not love the barber…he barely knew him. He thought he was good looking, yes but the feelings that he was trying to make up for was the lost love for his ex-lover, Gordon, overshadowed any possible love interest.
Will rolls over, groaning as he does so. He has no reason to live. He wants it to end. Every night he cuts his arms to pieces with a knife he stole from a vendor selling kitchen wares at St. Dunstan's Market.
His back aches from the days that he now spends lying on cobbled pavement.
He stands, he falls. "Aargh…" he moans softly, no one can hear him.
Someone does hear him though.
"You…you're in pain," A form steps from the darkness and states the obvious.
Will looks up silently, studying the shadow above him.
The person is male; he looks young…yet old, somehow, blond hair, almost white, shoulder length and straight, hangs around his thin face, his pale skin and light hair contrast with his deep eyes.
They are amazing, an indescribable colour, not red and not gold…somewhere in between, with hints of mauve, they are like windows into a mystical garden.
He wears a cape, not a vampiric, Count Dracula, cape. It ties around his neck and is blue, and silver and Will can see other colours, somehow woven into the material…it's not satin or velvet, something else, the cape is almost as amazing as his eyes.
With each stride he makes, the cape swoops around his form, clinging and fluttering around him, with almost a will of its own.
Under the cape, the man, is wearing a lighter blue jacket, buttoned right up to his neck, which is wrapped with a scarf of a creamy, white colour. His pants match the jacket.
"You want it to end," it's not a question; he knows what Will wants and prays for, death.
"Yes," Will says simply.
"I can help," The man leans down and looks at the boy with his angelic yet demonic eyes.
A/N: Drivenbyrevenge still has no ideas and has thrown several tantrums in her warehouse. Suddenly, her friend Jasper's Future Wife appears.
"Hey, driven!" She smiles.
"Oh! Hey Jas, did you find the pineapple?"
"Oh…oh yeah!" Jas nods.
"Excellent," driven taps her fingers together.
"Well…sup?" Jas looks around and stares at the unicorns.
"Hey look it's Jasper!" driven points to one of her many traps.
"What! Impossible, he's at home in my wardrobe!"
"Apparently not," driven lies.
"We'll see!" Jas runs over and sets off the trap. Driven watches as a large cage clangs down around her friend.
"Well…well…well! Jas, congrats for volunteering to be my new disclaimer!" driven chuckles.
"But…wait…I…I didn't…WHATEVER! Drivenbyrevenge owns nothing!" Jas sighs.
Driven whispers to herself, "Looks like I'll need Pyro, my flamethrower again…"
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