Hope you all like this chapter as much as the others, it shows more of Sweeney's dedication and urgency to finding Mrs. Lovett
Sweeney woke up to the light coming through his window.
He sat up rubbing his eyes he found it odd he had slept so soundly, usually sleep didn't come so well to him.
He remembered his plans from the previous night. He had to find Mrs. Lovett, he quickly got up off of his bed and put on his boots. Walking to the door he grabbed his jacket and left the shop, he had one hour until James came by to clean.
He hurried down the stairs putting his jacket on as he went. The day was cool, so he was glad he thought to bring it.
As he walked through town he could feel many eyes on him, he didn't find this surprising seeing as he never really wandered the town much he kind of expected people to find this out of the ordinary.
Once he reached his destination, he opened the door to the shop. The man behind the counter looked at him in shock.
"May I help you Mr….?" the shop keeper clearly didn't know his name
"Mr. Todd" Sweeney answered.
"Well Mr. Todd, what may I help you with? The shop keeper asked.
"I need you to sharpen this razor" he replied holding up the razor he most frequently used.
The others were plenty sharp and were in no need of being taken in. Rarely did Sweeney ever trust his beloved razors with someone else but this was an emergency.
"I've never seen anything like this" The shop keeper said, looking in awe at the razor Sweeney was holding up.
"Sir, not to be rude but I'm in a bit of a hurry" he said, slightly frustrated
"Oh sorry, you only need it sharpened?" the shop keeper asked
"Yes" he replied
"Alright, it should be done in about five or ten minutes" the shop keeper told him
"Very good" he said "Ill be back then" and he walked out of the stoor.
Sweeney continued his venture into town, he walked into the town's bakery. The warm familiar smell of bread and pies swept him up into light a daze, he thought about Mrs. Lovett and her bake shop. The time he came in there looking for what remained of his past and came across her, how she sang about her pies being the worst in London.
"Sir, may I help you?" he heard the shop keeper ask. She was a small delicate woman, he had seen her wandering the streets once.
"Yes I would like a loaf of bread please." He replied.
"Lucky you, we 'ave one fresh out of the oven right here" she smiled lightly at him
She put the loaf of bread on the counter.
"How much?" Sweeney asked
"You look like a man in a hurry, let's just say its on the house" she replied
Sweeney looked at her in shock.
"Are you sure, its no problem for me to pay" he said.
"No, no no, take it… I can always make more" she insisted
"Alright" he agreed he had no time to argue with the woman
She placed the bread in a bag and handed it to him.
He smiled lightly at her and then left the shop.
As he walked back to the knife shop, he saw this man and woman following him. He looked back only to see them whispering to each other and watching him with cautious eyes.
"I'm causing no trouble" he yelled at them, making the woman jump "If you could please leave me be, it would be greatly appreciated" he continued. Although Sweeney had given up the killings, his anger was quite hard to control and he had a low tolorance for people.
The couple changed their route and went into the nearest store, he continued his way to the knife shop.
Once he opened the door, he saw the shop keeper polishing his knife.
"How much will it be?" Sweeney asked.
"2 £ " the shop keeper told him.
He took the money out of his pocket and placed it onto the counter.
He held his hand out for the razor. He shop keeper wearily placed it into his hand.
"It's a lovely knife" the shop keeper added. "Part of a set I imagine"
"Yes, they are" he replied slightly irritated, he had no intention on keeping a conversation with this man.
"Well I must be off" Sweeney added abruptly.
The shop keeper nodded once, and watched him leave.
Once he was out of the shop his pace quickened, he needed to grab his affects before the boy came by.
He reached the stairs and started to climb them with a furious urgency. Skipping them two at a time.
Once he reached the top he threw open the door, the bell rang angrily. He dropped his bag of bread onto the table and grabbed the box of razors; he placed the newly sharpened razors next to the six other. He closed the box and grabbed the bread, heading to the door he stopped in the door way, looking in one last sweep of the room, he saw nothing that was of need for the moment and once he had found Mrs. Lovett he would return to collect his other things.
He ran down the stairs and into the home portion of the shop, he went directly into his room dropping the razors and the bread on the bed. He turned to see the bag he brought from London, he snatched it up quickly and started stuffing it with anything he could find. He only owned two jackets, one of which he was wearing the other was for colder outings, it being a heavier jacket. He grabbed the razors and the bread off of the bed stuffing it in the bag along with the jacket and a shirt he had acquired in his time outside of London. He fastened the bag and walked into the living space, giving it a quick look over he saw nothing that he needed.
He heard a light nock on the window of the door.
"Come in!" He shouted
"Mr. Todd?" James asked politely.
James saw the bag that Sweeney was holding.
"Are you going somewhere?" James asked slightly confused
"Yes son I am" he replied "I need you to do something for me" he added
"Anything sir" James agreed almost instantly
"I need you to look after the shop while I'm gone" he said
"Where are you going?" James asked
Sweeney paused for a moment.
"Mr. Todd?" James said
"To find an old friend" he replied
"When will you be back" James asked
"I don't know, but I assure you when i return I will pay you for everything you have done during my absence" he said "Hopefully I will find my friend rather fast"
James nodded and Sweeney explained to him what he was to do in his absence.
Once he finished explaining to James, he shook his hand and turned for the door. He gave the place one last look, slung his back over his shoulder and walked out of the shop.