First thing first: I'm telling this chapter from both Mrs. Lovett's and Mr. Todd's point of view, mainly because of 'My Friends' lil simultaneous thing...
Disclaimer:
Me: Yall are my friends! Please let me own you! Mr. Todd smile! Jack have some more rum, my friiiieeeennndddsss! My faithful friiiieeeennn-
Sweeney and Jack: No. -.-
Me: Bugga!
(Mr. Todd's POV)
"Come in!" She leads me up a flight of stairs to the room where my dreams where once happy. She opens the door and I hesitate to go in. "Nothing to be afraid of, luv!" I step in. She hurries to the other side of the room by the large window and removes a plank from the floor.
"When they came for the girl I hid 'em." She says pulling out a box. "Could've sold 'em, but I didn't!" She holds up the box in her palms as I open it, revealing my razors. They are more than that. They are my friends. "Them handles is chased silver, aint they?" she asks, fancying my little friend. "Silver, yes..." I barely mumble, loud enough for her to hear.
{These are my friends. See how they glisten. She this one shine, 'ow 'e smiles in the light,} I unfold it and show it to her. {My friend! My faithful friend!} I get up and walk to the other side of the room, unfolding another, and holding them both before me.
{Speak to me, friend. Whisper, I'll listen.} I can barely hear the words forming in the intricate mind of the razor, only open to me. {I know, I know! You've been locked out of sight all these years! Like me my friend! Well I've come home to find you waiting! Home, and we're together and we'll do wonders! Won't we?} I place one in the leather pouch on my belt and hold the other one to the light with a 'SHING!'
{You there my friend? Come let me hold you! Now with a sigh, you grow warm in my hand, My Friend! My clever friend!} I walk over to the box, nay, their home, and place one in, pulling out the other and hold it inches from my face.
{Rest now my friend! Soon I'll unfold you! Soon you'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days! My lucky friend! Till now your shine was merely silver! Friends, you shale drip rubies! You'll soon drip precious rubies...}
For the first time in notice Mrs. Lovett standing over me, observing, me. My friend? "Leave me." Is all I say. When she does I rise slowly to my feet. I extend my arm so that my friend is pointed out the window, but I can still see him. I smirk.
"At last!" The light shines off of him. "My arm is complete again!"
(Mrs. L's POV)
I grab his hand, practically dragging his depressed butt up the stairs. "C'mon!"
I finally get him up there but he refuses to go in. "Noting to be afraid of, luv!" He walks through the door but I'm quicker. I've already removed the floor board and pulled out his box by the time he is half way cross the room. "When they came to get the girl I hid 'em. Could've sold 'em, but I didn't!" I hold them up to him.
Without even a thank you he grabs one out and twirls it. I gasp. "Them handles is chased silver, aint they?" I ask. "Silver, yes."
He calls them his friends. He shows them off a little bit. Scratch! A lot a bit. By the time he asks his razors to talk to him I'm right by his side.
{You there my friend?} He starts, but I harmonize and sing with him. {I'm your friend too Mr. Todd! If you only knew Mr. Todd!} I place my hand on his shoulder. {Ooh Mr. Todd, you're warm in my 'and!} I try to get his attention. Fail.
(For the next part [this] is Todd {this} is Lovett, only for singing. Remember this is what she hears)
[My Friend!] {You've come home!} [My clever Friend!] {Always had a fondness for you I did!} He turns away and kneels by the box place one in it.
[Rest now my friend] {Never you fear, Mr. Todd!} [Soon I'll unfold you] {You can move in here Mr. Todd!} Then we are in unison. Word for word. Note for note. Harmonizing. [{Splendors you never have dreamed all your days!] Will be yours!} [My lucky Friend!] {I'm your Friend, and now you're mine! Don't they shine beautiful?} [Was merely silver!]
{Silver's good enough for me!} [Friends!] {Mr. T?} I lean over him, listening.
[... Precious... Rubies...] he stops singing. "Leave me." I turn on heal and close the door behind me but still listen through the door.
"At last! My arm is complete again!" And he leaves me thinking. His arm is complete with his Razors, but my heart isn't complete, without him.
(Note: "Anthony" to be added later.)
(Mr. T's POV)
Next morning Mrs. Lovett drags me off to the middle of Fleet Street. There's a giant stage set up so we just stand there while a little blond boy in a hat walks around. I pay attention to this, for once.
{Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please? You wake every morning in shame and despair to discover your pillow is covered in hair? What ought not to be there? Well, ladies in Gentlemen! Now you can waken at ease! You need never again to worry or care! I will show you a miracle marvelous, rare!} The boy sings. Great. Another one of these things.
{Gentlemen, you are about to see something, what rose from the dead, on the top of my head!} He removes his hat revealing that his hair is actually around a foot long. No doubt a wig.
{'Twas Barbosa's Miracle Elixir! That's what did the trick, sir! True, sir, true! Was it quick, sir? Did it in a tick, sir! Just like an elixir ought to do!} He grabs a bottle of the stuff and gives it to a bald man in the front and opens the bottle after passing another around.
{How 'bout a bottle, mister? Only cost a penny, guaranteed! Does Barbosa's stimulate growth, sir? You can have my oath, sir, Tis unique!} He rubs some on the man's head, and then passes out a few more bottles. {Rub a minute! Stimulating, isn't it! Soon you'll have to thin it once a week!} He declares as 2 bottles come our way.
{'Scuse me ma'm, what is that awful stench?} I turn to Mrs. Lovett and she turns to me but looking around at the ground. {Are we standing near an open trench? Sir, what is that awful stench?} She taps me. {Must be standing near an open trench!} I exclaim.
He gives us a stern look. {Try Barbosa's Miracle Elixir! Anything what's slick, sir! Soon Sprouts Curls! Try Barbosa's! When they see how thick, sir, you can have your pick, sir, of the girls!} He sings. He continues, on and on. I open a bottle of the vile stuff.
{What is this?} I ask Mrs. Lovett. {What is this?} She echoes. I take a whiff of it. {Smells like *urine* (that no bad words thing? Mom classifies it as a bad word -.-) I declare, not meaning for Mrs. Lovett to stick her nose in it the way she does. {Smells like-? EW!} She yanks her head back.
I hold it to the light and we both look at it. {Looks like *urine* I sing. {Wouldn't touch it if I was you, dear!} She looks disgusted at the thing. I'm disgusted with it. I look at her. {This is *urine* with ink!}
{Let Barbosa's stimulate your roots sir!} He tries. {Keep it off your boots, sir. Eats right through!} I mock. He glares at me for a moment then continues. {Yes, Barbosa's! Use a bottle of it! Ladies seem to love it!} But Mrs. Lovett calls out, just a bit louder than I, keeping a straight face, {Flies do to!} I restrain a laugh.
Then a man with a large hat and a wooden leg walks out, glaring at the crowd.
{I am Hector Barbosa! King of the Barbers, the Barber of Kings!} He declares. "And pirate on the side!" {And I, the so famous Barbosa, wish to know 'ho 'as the nerve to say me elixir is *urine* 'Ho says 'is?} He asks
All is silent until I take a small step forward. "I do." Everyone looks at me. "I'm Mr. Sweeney Todd, of Fleet Street. I have opened a bottle of Barbosa's Elixir." I'm now at the very front, directly in front of the stage staring up at his scraggly beard.
"And I say to you it is nothing more than an errant fraud concocted from *urine* and ink. Furthermore, Signor," I continue. "I have serviced no kings, nor fought pirates." I say, truthfully. "Yet I wager that I can not only shave a cheek with 10 times more dexterity than any mountebank and fight," I pause before finishing the sentence. "Like a boss." He looks at me interested now.
"Do you see these razors?" I pull one out and unfold it holding it up for all to see. I lay them against £5. (five English pounds I think) You are no match, sir. Either accept my challenge, or reveal yourself as a sham." I challenge, knowing he would have to accept.
"You hear this foolish man?" He laughs. "Now, please, you will see 'ow 'e'll regret 'is idiocy! TOBY!" The boy runs up scared looking pulling up two chairs. "Who's for a free shave?" I turn around and ask, about thousand men raise their hands.
When two are selected I look over at Jack's little friend in the crowd and stare into his eyes. "Will William Turner be judge?" He walks over to the stage. "Glad as always to oblige my friends and neighbors!" he calls. "Ready?" He asks. "Ready!" Barbosa is confident. "Ready." I mumble. "The fastest, smoothest shave wins, but you must also disarm the other." He glances at me, without a sword, and hands one over. "Go."
Then I sharpen my razor, ever so carefully, and Barbosa is already lathering the man and smirking. I glare at him but continue carefully.
Just when I begin to lather the cream over the man's face Barbosa is coming at me with his sword. I swiftly pull mine out and block his swing. He locks his sword around mine and smirks. I twirl under carefully avoiding both blades. Then I rush over to the chair and continue to put cream on the man's face.
"Ahha!" Barbosa comes at me again. I yank out my sword and we clash swords while I carefully yet quickly shave the man's face. Then, once I'm done Barbosa's only chance is to disarm me and finish his shave.
He brings his sword down on mine and then flips it out of my hand. "Hahaha! You see this man thinking he could defeat- OW!" I had at that moment thrown one of my razors and it had cut his hand. "The winner is... Todd!" Turner declares. "Smart thinking. I've only in my life seen one-" I cut Barbosa off.
"I'll be taking me £5 now." I face him, holding my hand out and motioning for him to hand it over, which he does. "Thank you, Signor." I walk away. "Come, boy!" He calls Toby who is slapped and kicked the moment he arrives on stage.
"Suppose it's just me gentle heart," Mrs. Lovett is now standing next to me. "But I do hate to see a boy being treated like 'at." She shakes her head at looks at Turner who is looking at me who is looking straight back into his dark eyes.
"Congratulations, Mr. Todd! May I ask, Dyou have an establishment?" Turner asks to me, but I don't answer. Mrs. Lovett does as she slips my leather jacket over my shoulders, "Certainly does! Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlor! Above my meat pie emporium on Fleet Street." She smiles at him.
"Thank you, sir. You are a paragon of integrity." I say to him. "Well, I try to do my best for my friends and neighbors." He replies.
"Your establishment is on Fleet Street you say?" He rubs his chin. "Yes, sir." I barely get the words out before he continues. "Then, Mr. Todd, you shall see me there before the week is out!" I smirk. "You will be welcome, William Turner. I will give you, without a pennies charge, the closest shave you will ever know." Mrs. Lovett grabs my arm and pulls me off. "Come on, luv."
And as we walk back to the shop all I can think about is that shave. Giving Turner what he deserves.
Sorry for the crappy ending guys (and girls)! I just thought it would be a good time to end that chapter since the next scene takes place (in my mind) two days after. So what'd you think of me switching Pirelli and Barbosa? And when I do *this* means I cut out a bad word. No unpleasant language so kids can read it. I mean... kids don't know what Sweeney Todd IS... anyways!
I needed more POTC... and I promise I WILL put Anthony and Johanna in! Swear it on Sweeney's razors! But I'm going to do it a little different.
*SPOILERS* After Sweeney's death Johanna thinks back to all the days when Anthony helped her and then- well I have a little Idea after that but that's too much of a spoiler.
OKAY so review and I'll give you a nice big jar of dirt and if you don't review... well... "Sweeney's waiting. I want you bleeders." - mean anything to you? Lol jk! Srsly review.