Alright, sorry this took so long... school has really been hecktic, anway i hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry if you think its a little stupid. Let's just say i used Caps Lock alot in this chapter.
Sweeney slowly slid his arm out from under Mrs. Lovett, trying his best not to wake her.
He walked over to the door and slipped on his boot, finding a small piece of paper he wrote Mrs. Lovett a note. He placed it gently on the bed beside her and walked out into the kitchen, grabbing his long overcoat he walked out into the cold morning air.
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Mrs. Lovett awoke slowly, only to find the bed beside her empty.
A small piece of paper lay beside her, she picked it up lightly and read the neatly writing words.
I've gone to fetch the rest of my things.
Be back before you close the shop.
Love
Sweeney
Swinging her legs off the bed she got up and began to get dressed.
Once ready she walked into the kitchen, Toby had already started prepping the ingredients for that day.
"Morning mum!' he said cheerfully.
"Morning dear" she replied smiling warmly.
The two of them started to bake the good before they opened, just in case someone needed and immediate order.
"I think we'll be mighty busy today" Toby said, cutting out the shapes of cookies.
"As do I my dear" Mrs. Lovett replied as she rolled out the dough.
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Sweeney stood in front of his shop.
It looked as if no one lived there, but that it was still in good shape.
James definitely earned his pay.
He walked into the shop, continuing to the back where the house portion started.
He walked into his room and grabbed a small trunk that lay by the end of the bed, stuffing clothes and other items into it.
Once he had gotten everything he needed, he lifted the trunk into the front of the shop.
Leaving the trunk by the door, he walked into the street. He needed to fetch a coach to return back to Mrs. Lovett's shop, for he had no intention on walking with all his things.
As he wandered he came across a man sitting on an unoccupied carriage, he walked up to the man and cleared his throat.
"Good Morning Sir!" the man exclaimed cheerfully.
"Morning..." Sweeney said numbly.
He had forgotten how much he hated people.
"How may I be of service sir?" the man asked
"I need you to take me to this address" Sweeney said handing the man a small piece of paper.
The man nodded "I know where that is, but the fee will be 5£"
"That won't be a problem" Sweeney replied "I need you to meet me in front of that shop" he pointed to his shop down the street "in exactly 20 minutes, I'll pay you when you arrive"
The man nodded, accepting the task.
Sweeney thanked him with a light hand gesture and walked back down the street.
When he returned to his shop, James was standing by the door.
"Mr. Todd!" James cried enthusiastically.
"Morning James" Sweeney said, trying to put some enthusiasm into his voice.
"How was your trip, did you find who you were looking for, are you here to stay?" James asked.
"It was good, I did indeed find who I was looking for, and no unfortunately I'm not" Sweeney replied annoyed by the boys rapid firing of questions.
"I'm glad you found them… that's a shame you're not staying"
"Why have you returned then?" James asked
Sweeney sighed, more questions, he thought.
"I'm only here to grab the rest of my things and pay you the money I owe you." Sweeney said, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice. He handed James the money, who pocked it immediately.
"Thank you very much Mr. Todd, will you be needing my services any longer?" he asked.
"As grateful as I am for your help, I will in fact no longer be needing it." Sweeney said trying to sound as sincere and kind as possible.
"Alright, well it was nice meeting you Mr. Todd and a pleasure working for you" James said shaking Sweeney's hand, and with that he was gone.
Sweeney turned and headed to fetch the remainders of his belongings.
Once he had everything he could find that he needed he waited for the coach to arrive.
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Customers filed through the front door of the shop, they all asked politely for that they needed.
Mrs. Lovett didn't mind most of their attitudes, except for a few customers who were in no way courteous, but Mrs. Lovett served them none the less and sent them on their way.
Toby was helping her with the baking. As they baked a man walked up to the counter and cleared his throat.
Mrs. Lovett went to greet the man, as she reached the counter she was that he looked rather angry.
"How may I help you" she asked politely.
He looked at her, his eyes full of disgust and disapproval.
"I need two loaves of bread and a dozen of your finest cookies: he said sourly "And try to get them done before I fall asleep" he said, his voice acidic and harsh.
"Excuse me?" Mrs. Lovett asked, confused by the man's rudeness and hostility.
"You heard me baker, now get to it" he said forcefully.
Mrs. Lovett looked at him in shock, never once had she had a customer treat her like this.
"Exactly who do you think you are?" she demanded, extremely offended.
"I am a man who would like you to start bloody working" he shouted.
"Sir, I think you should mind your attitude" she insisted
"Why should I…" he continued
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Sweeney walked up to the shop, he thanked his driver and walked to the door.
As he approached he could see Mrs. Lovett, she looked as if in an argument with someone… someone whom he did not know.
He put down his trunk and slowly opened the door.
Just as he entered he heard the man say.
"Why should I? your nothing but a whore with a shop"
Sweeney stiffened, his hand came down to the razor at his waist.
"EXCUSE ME!!" Mrs. Lovett shouted.
Sweeney stood aside and waited.
"I think it's best if you leave" she demanded pointing to the door.
"No, I asked for bread and I want the damn bread!" the man declared loudly.
"She asked you to leave" Sweeney said firmly from the side of the room.
Mrs. Lovett jumped, she had not noticed him there.
"Who the bloody hell are you?!" the man asked.
"She asked you to leave, so I recommend you leave" Sweeney replied, more fiercely this time.
"You've got no bloody right to tell me what to do" the man scoffed.
Sweeney had no intention on holding back any of his anger. If he killed the man so be it, this would be a life he would be glad to take.
"Why don't you just bugger off and leave this between me and her, eh?" the man walked up to Sweeney.
Sweeney watched him as he approached, waiting for the right moment.
As the man continued to approach, Sweeney watched his movement. He seemed rather slow and he decided to use that to his advantage.
"Did you hear me?" the man asked "I said bugger off" he poked at Sweeney's shoulder.
Sweeney grabbed the razor and flipped it open. He pressed his hand against the man's forehead, slamming him into the wall. He brought the blade up to his neck. The man stood in shock at the speed Sweeney had used, this all happened so fast he had no time to react.
Sweeney dug the blade deeper into the man's neck, he heard one of the customers gasp behind him then mumble to a neighbour, he paid no attention to them.
The man struggled feebly against his tight grip.
"Now" Sweeney continued "she asked you to leave" Sweeney grabbed the bread of the counter and slammed the back into the man's chest "take your bread and leave"
Sweeney reached into the man's pocket and pulled out the money, placing it on the counter.
The man nodded, Sweeney brought down the blade and pushed him out the door.
Sweeney snatched up his trunk and headed for the back of the shop.
He could feel the gaze of the customers burning into the back of his head.
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Once Mrs. Lovett served the last of the customers, she closed up the shop and walked to the back.
Sweeney was sitting in the living room, quietly staring at his hands. She could tell he was shaking slightly.
Mrs. Lovett sat down in the chair across from him.
Sweeney did not look up from his hands, in fact he hadn't moved an inch.
She waited a moment, seeing if he would say something
"Well…" she asked.
Sweeney didn't budge.
"Hello? You there?" Mrs. Lovett nagged.
She wondered if something was wrong.
Still Sweeney said nothing
"Will you please bloody say something?" she asked, getting frustrated.
Sweeney moved his eyes from his hands but did nothing else.
"Bloody hell! Firs you hold a knife to a man's throat and how this, what's with you today" Mrs. Lovett asked, she could feel her temper rising.
Very rarely did she get angry, but that day was rather ridiculous.
Sweeney looked up at her, his eyes were cold. She hadn't seem him look at her like that for awhile, something was wrong.
"Well… you gonna tell me what's wrong? Or' you gonna sit there like a silent fool?" she demanded, her patience was non existent at the moment.
He continued to look at her, some how his eyes had gotten colder, she stared into them, they were black and empty.
"You know first I deal with you threatening people in my shop, and now I have to deal with this" she continued "I should have been the one in a bad mood, which now thanks to you I am." Her voice was raising to a shout.
"I was going to kill him…" Sweeney mumbled, barely audible
"What?" Mrs. Lovett asked "I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that, would you like to grave us again with your all mighty words" she said sarcastically.
Sweeney could feel the anger he was trying to push down from earlier rise.
"Or is talking now beneath you?" she added.
Sweeney jumped up.
"I WOULD HAVE FUCKING KILLED HIM… ENDED HIS LIFE RIGHT THEN AND THERE. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR? HMM?" his voice rang through the house.
He that she had her back pressed against the chair, but this didn't bother him.
"I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM AND I WOULD HAVE ENJOYED IT. I AM BECOMING THE MAN I THOUGHT WAS GONE FOREVER, THE MAN I FEARED TO RETURN… IF YOU ARE SO LONGING FOR DEATH THAN MAYBE SOMEONE SHOULD DIE" Sweeney's eyes were furious, she understood the reason behind his reaction but this did not sooth her anger.
She stood up, now angrier than she had ever been.
"YOU BASTARD" she screamed her voice high and strained.
"TWO YEARS YOU LEFT ME BROKEN. TWO YEARS I SPENT CRYING EVERY NIGHT WISHING YOU WOULD RETURN. I'VE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU" her voice was shaking now
Sweeney took in a deep breath, he had never used the full intensity of his voice towards anyone before, he was in fear of what it might do, but that fear was gone now and replaced by pure rage and anger.
"I HURT YOU?!?!?" He roared "YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT MY FAMILY, YOU TOLD ME MY WIFE HAD DIED LETTING ME KILL HER"
Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened, she took in a sharp breath. She had never heard anything so terrifying in her life.
"AND NOW EVEN THOUGH I HAVE COME BACK TO YOU, YOU ARE STILL CONVINCED I'M LEAVING. WHAT ELSE DO I HAVE TO GO TO? HMM?" his voice was powerful and terrifying, he knew he was scaring her. "I LOVE YOU, ALL I WANT IS FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT, I THREATENED THAT MAN TO PROTECT YOU. I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU" he took in another deep breath, this was going to be the loudest his voice could go.
"IM NOT LEAVING, IM NEVER BLOODY LEAVING UNLES YOU ASK ME TO. I LOVE YOU. AND LIFE WITHOUT YOU WOULD TEAR ME APPART… IT WOULD BE UNBEARABLE" when he had finished he was panting.
Mrs. Lovett's eyes were huge with fear, her hand found the rolling pin in her apron.
As Sweeney took a step forwards, she launched the rolling pin at him.
Sweeney saw the rolling him coming towards his face at high speed, he contorted his body to try and avoid a direct blow. He felt the cold marble of the rolling pin graze his skin, leaving a thin cut along his cheekbone. He turned his head to follow the direction of the rolling pun, as he did so, the handle came in contact with the back of his head causing him to stumble to the floor.
"OH MY GOD!!!" Mrs. Lovett cried as Sweeney fell.
As he fell he hit the ground with a loud thump. He sat for a moment, dazed trying to keep his consciousness.
"Shit" Sweeney said loudly, falling back onto the floor as the consciousness he was trying so hard to keep was swept away by darkness.
Mrs. Lovett stared in shock at what she had done, she had no intention on hitting him. Hell I didn't even mean to throw the bloody thing. She thought to herself.
She slumped down beside him, tears flowed steadily down her face.
"I've gone and killed him…" she squeaked.
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Sweeney awoke slowly to the warm familiar feeling of blood running down his face.
Sitting up, he touched his cheek, his fingers were immediately covered with blood. Cursing quietly he wiped his hand on his pants and stood up, he walked unsteadily to the living room.
As he entered he saw Mrs. Lovett sitting at the bay window, crying quietly.
Sweeney did not know what to say so he coughed quietly.
Mrs. Lovett whipped around, her eyes were red and swollen from crying.
"You're alive!!!" she cried running to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
Sweeney smirked slightly.
Coughing he said "Indeed I am alive, but I won't be much longer if you keep crushin me"
She looked up at him. "Sorry…" She mumbled
"S'all right love" he replied kissing her on the head "I should be the one who is sorry".
He wiped away some more blood, making Mrs. Lovett whimper.
"What's wrong?" he asked
"Your face… I can't believe I hurt you" she sobbed.
"Oh don't worry love, it doesn't hurt me. What's a little cut" he replied.
She shook her head. "Look in the mirror" she pulled him to the closest mirror.
Sweeney looked at his reflection. His face was covered with blood, new and dried, his eyes were dark and sombre. He looked at his cheek, right below his right eye was a deep but thin cut, he knew instantly that it was going to scar, blood flowed steadily from the wound, which he tried to brush away.
Mrs. Lovett was looking down at her hands, she felt horrible for what she had done and she felt no amount of apologies would fix it.
"I'm sorry" she mumbled again.
"It's alright, I understand why you did it. I'm sorry for scaring you… its just, I think I'm becoming what I used to be… And I don't want to hurt you"