To Tread A Path That Few Have Trod Chapter 31, a sweeney todd fanfic

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And to everyone who has read The Angel Of His Nightmare: I am debating on whether or not to rewrite it. Obviously the original will stay posted and the basic plot will stay the same, but the whole thing is pretty basic. I'd like to expand it a little more - GSCE English has taught me to really reach my potential - and maybe add a few more twists. If you've read it, please tell me what you think :D

Chapter Thirty One

My head hurt.

When I was little, Ben, Nellie and I were playing hide and seek when Nellie tripped over, fell down the stairs bashed her hair against the wooden banister. She then promptly began screaming and crying, and even to this day can recall how painful it was.

I never thought I would experience this type of pain; unlike Mum, I wasn't that clumsy. I never planned on getting drunk in the near future (I didn't like the taste of alcohol), so hangovers were out of the question.

But I never thought that my head could hurt as much as it did now.

It was pounding, ripples of pain bashing at me from every side. I could feel it even when my eyes were still closed. It was so damn sore!

It wasn't just my head that hurt. My whole body ached. It wasn't a good ache, like running because you enjoy it and want to keep fit. It was a bad ache, like running because the school make you to see if you're good enough for the cross country team, which I'm definately not.

You know, had I been lying on a lovely soft bed with mounds of pillows and fluffy blankets, the pain may not have been so bad.

But no. I was lying on the floor. It was cold and hard, and no matter how much I twitched, I couldn't get comfortable.

My eyes slowly opened. Damn, it was dark.

Dark and cold.

I shivered as I carefully propped myself up onto my elbow, my head still throbbing. I realised my throat was really dry as well.

My eyes immediately found a large glass filled with water. I smiled weakly, sitting up and picking it up. Without hesitation, I held it up and downed most of it in one gulp, my smile widening as the cold water soothed my throat.

Sighing in relief, I leant back against the wall and continued sipping my drink.

"Ah, you're awake, I see."

I jumped at the sound of a man's voice, my eyes darting up to the sudden light that now streamed into the room.

A man stood in front of me. He was tall, very tall, with long-ish hair and a big nose. He stood in the doorway, staring down at me. I stared back at him in confusion.

"W-who...w-w-who are y-y-you?" I asked. I wanted my words to come out harsh, annoyed, but my voice was weak, tired...

"Do you not know me?" He drawled, sauntering forwards and shutting the door. I watched him warily.

"N-no..."

"Shame. I know who you are."

I frowned. How?

Seeing my frown, he chuckled.

"Oh yes, I know...everything. Including the company you keep."

"Sweeney Todd..." I whispered.

"Yes, I am very familiar wih him."

"Why am I here?" I asked, thankful my voice didn't shake.

"I also happen to know that you made some serious accusations," He continued, as if I hadn't spoken. I scowled. "Against this...Mr Todd."

"Accusations...?" I repeated.

"I'm never happy, you see, when others take credit for my work."

I shook my head, frowning. My head hurt too much for me to understand what he was saying.

"You look confused."

"I am." I mumbled, clutching my head as I took another sip of the water.

"Poor girl. You're meant to be the smart one."

"What are you talking about? And who are you?" I asked.

"Do you not know?" He hissed, yanking me up the front of my dress. "I am Judge Turpin!"

"Turpin..."

Oh no. I knew Turpin, and what he was capable of.

"Yes! And it I who killed them, not Todd!" He cried.

No...

Dad...

Granddad...

I thought it Sweeney...I was so horrible to him...

"But...how? We live in the future..."

"How? Are you asking me how? Is it not your mother that saved that monster? Is it not you that has travelled back here?" Turpin demanded, letting me go. I fell against the wall.

"You're lying..."

I took a shaky step forwards.

"You're lying." I repeated firmly.

SLAP.

Turpin's hand made sudden contact with my face, and I instantly fell back down. I let out a cry of pain as my body slammed against the floor.

"You look just like your mother." He gloated.

I tried to insult him, but the words wouldn't come out. Turpin smirked as he bent down and picked up the broken glass I dropped.

"You should never accept drinks from strangers, Amy," Turpin told me. "You know better than that."

The water...

Oh crap.

It was drugged.

IT WAS DRUGGED.

Warning bells rang in my mind, but my body wouldn't react to the urgentness of the situation.

My body simply couldn't move. My mind was active and screaming, but my body was not connected to my mind. No matter what I thought, my body wouldn't move.

I could feel him lowering his weight onto mine, his shadow looming over mine, but I couldn't react. I needed to scream, to shout, to flail and struggle. But I couldn't.

I couldn't even purse my lips together as he pressed his thin ones against mine. I could feel his lips devouring mine, his tongue swirling around my mouth. It was disgusting, but my body wouldn't react.

Though my body wasn't, my mind and imagination were still totally active.