xXFLEET STREETXx (!!Sweeney Todd!!)

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Sweeney narrowed his eyes, looking past Lovett. He was very quiet for a long time.
"Haunted?" he repeated.

[Sheera]

"Yeah, and who's to say they're wrong? You see,
years ago, something happened up there.
Something not very nice." She paused.

"Th ere was a barber and his wife,
And he was beautiful,
A proper artist with a knife,
But they transported him for life.
And he was beautiful…" She sang in a gentle voice.

"Barker his name was—Benjamin Barker." she said.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

The black wolf listened, but did not express any great reactions... at least, visually.
After a moments hesitation, he spoke up. "What was his crime?"

[Sheera]

"Foolishness.." she said gently.

"He had this wife, you see,
Pretty little thing.
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string—
Poor thing. Poor thing." She sang gently in her accent.

"There was this Judge, you see,
Wanted her like mad.
Every day he’d send her a fl ower,
But did she come down from her tower?
Sat up there and sobbed by the hour,
Poor fool." She sang

"Ah, but there was worse yet to come—
Poor thing.
Th e Beadle calls on her, all polite,

Poor thing, poor thing." Her notes rang. An edge on her voice beginning to mount.

"The Judge, he tells her, is all contrite,
He blames himself for her dreadful plight,
She must come straight to his house tonight!
Poor thing, poor thing." She sang.

"Of course, when she goes there,
Poor thing, poor thing,
They’re having this ball all in masks."

"There’s no one she knows there,
Poor dear, poor thing.
She wanders tormented, and drinks,
Poor thing."

"The Judge has repented, she thinks,
Poor thing." She sang her voice getting dramatic.

"'Oh, where is Judge Turpin?' she asks."

"He was there, all right—
Only not so contrite!" Her voice hard.

"She wasn’t no match for such craft , you see,
And everyone thought it so droll.
They figured she had to be daft , you see,
So all of ’em stood there and laughed, you see.
Poor soul!
Poor thing!" Her voice hard as she sang the last of it.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

"NOOO!" he screamed, tears glistening on his eyes. There was agony and pure hatred in his voice, and he was close to trembling.
"Did no one have mercy on her?" he whispered.

[Sheera]

She looked up at him her eyes wide. "So it is you? Benjamin Barker." she whispered up at him.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

On the verge of tears, the wolf ignored the question.
"Where is Lucy? Where is my wife?"

[Sheera]

"She poisoned herself. Arsenic. From the apothocry around the corner." She said looking away. "Tried to stop her.." she said and looked at her paws. "She wouldn't listen to me.." she said as she looked back up at him. "And he's got your daughter.."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

The sorrow slowly melted into hatred, his eyes narrowing with each passing second.
"He?"
There was a growl hidden in his throat.
"Turpin?"

[Sheera]

"Adopted her... Like his own." She said looking up at him. She looked down at her paws again.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Slowly, Todd stood, giving his fur a brisk shake. "15 years... sweating and living hell on a false charge. 15 years dreaming that I might come home to a wife and child."

[Sheera]

"Well I can't say the years have been particularly nice to you mr. Barker.." she said and she stood up and looked at him.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

The brute rounded on her suddenly, eyes crazed with grief and fury. "No-- not Barker. That man is dead." He took a pace toward Lovett. "It's Todd now. Sweeney Todd. And he will have his revenge."

(alright, I g2g... cool, we got through 3 songs XD)

[Sheera]

(LOL XD OKAY)

She looked at him with her brows furrowed together. She didn't move as he paced towards her.

(I think this is the end of the thread)


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[.Rabid Lycan.]

How sad... but hey-- it's kind of like a free movie...
...
sort of ^^;