A/N: Okay, surprisingly, I decided to continue this. Mostly because I'm at a dead end on all my other stories. . But anyway, if there's anyone still reading this... enjoy. :)
Chapter Six
Sweeney woke up with a nasty pain in his head, lying flat on his back on cold stone. Wet, warm blood was dripping into his face. He tried to wipe it away, only to discover that his arm was pinned to his side.
Glancing around, he realized that there wasn't much of his surroundings to take in. It was dark, that was the main thing. He was certain he was alone, no other breath but his stirred the air. Even Nellie was gone, she must be off sulking somewhere.
As he thought of Nellie, he remembered her accusations on the street and fiery anger surged up in him again. Instinctively, he reached for his razors- but his arm still wouldn't move and they seemed to be missing from his belt anyway.
A straitjacket, Sweeney realized. That was what was keeping his arms laced to his sides. So he must be in Bedlam.
At least he was alone. At least that witch of a baker wasn't still following him, talking incessantly. He could almost get used to this, the dark, the quiet... His revenge had been carried out, after all. What more was there? If it weren't for the straitjacket, and the loss of his razors, he wouldn't have even considered escape.
But as it was, Sweeney had to get out, if only to be reunited with him. They may have been finally, finally sleeping, but he didn't feel right without their cold silver presence on his belt.
His eyes were adjusting and he could make out the faint rectangular outline of a door. No windows anywhere in the room- the door was his only escape. Contracting his stomach muscles, he managed to sit up. A wave of dizziness sent fresh blood drizzling from his wound, red swimming before his eyes. It was only the strength against pain he had learned from prison that saved him from falling unconscious.
Even if he had been healthy, it would have been almost impossible to stand without the help of his arms. Sweeney scooted backwards until his back hit a wall and strained against it, trying to use its support to stand. He had managed to inch halfway up before losing his balance and sliding back to the floor.
He may have passed out for a few seconds, but the next thing he knew, he was no longer alone in the room.
Nellie
They'd taken him away again.
If she'd had any sense, she would have hated him and let him rot. She wanted to hate him. The hate filled her heart and overflowed, but it wasn't for him.
"Give it up, darling, you've had your fun. He's gone now..." The whisper in her head, that little part that wasn't her, a parasite...
"I won't listen to you any longer," she hissed out loud, pressing her hands over her ears, though she knew the voice was inside her.
The Voice chuckled. "Oh yes you will..." it said, but hid away in the back corners of her mind- for the time being.
Nellie took a few hesitant steps along the sidewalk, in the same direction as Sweeney's captors. Why should she rescue him? He didn't care, why did she?
The answer wasn't very satisfying, but it was the truth. She'd always been lost to him, and it didn't matter what he did-- he threw her in an oven, for God's sake, let her burn to death!-- but she would always be lost to him.
Next we have the epic escape chapter ^^ hopefully they'll succeed... reviews are love, though I suppose I don't deserve it for leaving you guys so long. :)