A/N: Sorry for the long update. Thanks for the review! I'm glad so many people like this story! Anyway, Drama club is already getting pretty intense (I got the lead role. I'm Annie in Annie Jr.!) So the next update maybe a little bit of wait.

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I waited with baited breath, as did Mrs. Lovett. The shave off, I knew what was to happen after this. Pirelli would recognize Sweeney and it would end in a bit of a blood bath, Sweeney being the one bathing in Pirelli's blood.

Pirelli went off into his speech about how amazing he was, shaving the pope, intent of mocking Sweeney and degrading him. But the glint of determination in Sweeney's eye told me that he would not submit to such a ridiculous street mountebank.

I kept running through what would happen in my head and before knew it, the loud whistle of Beadle Bamford pierced through the crisp air. I cringed at the sound, the only one who seemed to be fazed by the noise. "The winner…" the Beadle began, keeping everyone at suspense though it was apparent who had won, "is Todd." The crowd clapped, a devious look upon Mrs. Lovett's face, like she knew all along that it would be Sweeney to succeed.

Sweeney was about to walk off the podium when he was stopped by Pirelli. I caught tidbits of their conversation and Sweeney walked away, meeting up with Mrs. Lovett at the bottom of the small staircase. She handed him his jacket and that's when I just noticed Toby being beaten. I felt anger rising up inside of me. He was just an innocent lad, he was practically my brother. I couldn't stand by while that happened. I looked to Sweeney, but he seemed intent on ignoring me. Deciding to not say a word, I jumped up to the raised platform and crept over to Toby, careful to avoid bumping into anything now that I knew I could move things. There was the sound of leather against skin and I peeked inside the caravan to see Toby huddled in one of the corners, hands out and knuckles up, Pirelli looking infuriated with the leather strop in his hand.

I felt this anger bubbling up inside of me. How dare he? How dare he treat an innocent in such a manner? I suddenly felt something cold, hard, and familiar in my hand. I looked down and saw that it was a razor, one of Sweeney's. I could just imagine the look upon his face as he realizes that one of his friends had yet again gone missing. But I couldn't slit Pirelli's throat. He would drop dead in front of Toby with no known cause. And that would mess everything up in the timeline. But perhaps that wasn't such a bad idea… but I couldn't use a razor, no. Strangulation on the other hand didn't seem like such a bad idea.

Sweeney walked alongside Mrs. Lovett on the way back to the pie shop, ignoring every word she said. He didn't feel like listening. If this was the Nellie he knew, he would've at least attempted to listen to her, but this wasn't his Nellie, this wasn't his wife. This was merely his soon-to-be partner in crime who would in the end cease to live. He finally gave in to his urge and reached to his holster to take out his silver companion, only to find it wasn't there. His eyes widened a bit in surprise, but he did not let Mrs. Lovett see him with emotion.

He hadn't had dropped his razor, had he? No, Sweeney specifically remembered putting it in his holster. Then where had it… that's when it hit him. Jamie, she had mentioned that the razors still came to her sometimes, yet she somehow managed to hide it well. She was such a strange girl; Sweeney knew he'd never be able to figure her out. But that was beside the point. The point was that Jamie now held one of his razors and he knew how she sometimes got when given a bit of power, a bit of control. He could only silently hope that she had learned her lesson.

Mrs. Lovett looked over to Sweeney, having asked his opinion on something and he hadn't answered. She raised an eyebrow in questioning. "Mistah T, are ya listenin' to me?" she asked, having a feeling that he wasn't. Of course Sweeney wasn't, but he now knew how to handle such situations having dealt with it all before.

"Yes, I am," he answered, looking at Mrs. Lovett briefly before continuing to stare at the ground he walked upon. This experience was rather painful, like it was when it was all done the first time. Could he just… kill her and have it all be over with? She was going to end up dead anyway…

No, Jamie would not appreciate that and an angry Jamie with a razor was a harbinger that nothing good was going to happen. Sweeney sighed quietly, contemplating on how to handle the rest of the day before Pirelli and that insufferable Toby came.

I chewed my bottom lip in thought, trying to figure out how to do this without freaking out Toby too much. I remembered reading something about possession and a certain form of it. If I was the ghost now, in a matter of speaking, then it could work. I wouldn't take over Pirelli's body, but control it by whispering things into his ear. Oppression I think it was…

Deciding to give it a try, I went right up to Pirelli's side and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Tell the boy to go outside and start packing up," I commanded. Pirelli got this look on his face like he was in a trance; his eyes were glazed over and it seemed like he was sleepwalking.

"Toby!" Pirelli barked in his actual accent, "go outside and tidy up."

Toby's eyes were wide in fear but scrambled to his feet and went out to finish cleaning up from the contest. I knew there wouldn't be much time and had to act fast!

"Okay, now you see that leather strop in your hand?" Pirelli looked down at it. "Wrap it around your neck a few times." Pirelli (stupidly) did as he was told, though it wasn't like he had much of a choice. I couldn't help but think that this was rather funny, commanding Pirelli to kill himself. "And pull hard. Don't stop until you feel your breath leave your body." He really wouldn't have much of choice but to stop then since he would be dead.

I stepped in front of Pirelli, watching him choke himself. I couldn't help but smirk rather evilly when his eyes started to roll in the back of his head. His face went a little red, and then blue, then he went pale and dropped to the floor, dead.

That was when it hit me. I could change things, alter events.

I could change the past.