ok. Well, here is where I give you a little peek into how Sweeney thinks (in this fic anyways). There aren't as many reveiws on this as Iv'e hoped for yet, but I hope it will all pick up with the plot ;P

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Sweeney paced the barber shop, his feet falling heavily on the wood. He had not one customer since the Beadle's visit, and not even Mrs. Lovett had completely calmed him. He'd always pace when his nerves were on end. It surprised him that his feet hadn't buried him into the floor boards. The Beadle would come for his money today, and when they didn't have it, he wasn't sure what his reaction would be. What his own reaction would be.

He paused his pacing, closing his eyes, deeply inhaling, and letting it all out in a sigh. The streets of London. How was he supposed to get to the judge from there? Save Johanna like he wished he could have Lucy? Sure there was Anthony, the young sailor that had fallen in love with her. He was just as foolish and naive as Benjamin, love did that to people. It was only sick puppy love the boy felt, but love nonetheless. And what of Johanna? Was Anthony really what his darling angel wanted?

The feelings made his stomach flip. He felt felt nothing for anyone other then Johanna and his blades. There was Lucy, but caring for her hurt too much. She was gone, and him yearning for her brought nothing but pain. He couldn't feel for her again, not yet.

And Johanna. Saying how much he cared for her felt strange. Because it was a care far different then for his blades. The monster that he had now become, the cold and empty thing that he was. He felt as if his body was rejecting the feeling of care and love, as a stomach would rotted food.

His blades were a part of the new and old Benjamin Barker. He realized he began pacing again, involuntarily. He looked at the sterling silver in his hands with hate, and motioned his arms to throw it. But his fingers stayed tightly clenched around the handle. It was now a larger part of him then he could have ever imagined.

He dropped backwards to a sitting position in defeat, his right hand rested on his forehead. He was stuck in the irreversible trap of this revenge seeking beast. His breathing grew heavy as he calmed a little.

But even now with his eyes closed he could see the blood splatter, the common sight of the red water had begun to sicken him. Yet he hungered for more. The thick smell, metallic taste, and the warmth of it on his skin, and his blade.

His eyes snapped open as the bell above his door signaled the entrance of another person. And at the worried look on Mrs. Lovett's face, he knew why she had come up there.

" Mr. Tee. The Beadles here. " Even the name sent a chill down his spine.

" And I know you ain't too fond of 'im. " She continued, now entering the room so she could close the door behind her, for privacy.

" But you need to promise me you won't do anything rash. "

She grabbed his arm and pulled him up without question. The barber had too much dignity to acknowledge help. And Mrs. Lovett knew his dignity was going to get in the way of many things. Even now it had ruined many of her attempts to get closer to him. Or that just could have been guilt, She wasn't quite sure with Mr. Tee. He hadn't been one to talk much.

" At least look a little decent. " Mrs. Lovett tisked, and Sweeney stayed silent.

She dusted off his vest, and unwrinkled his sloppy clothing a bit, moving a few hairs from his face. She had always been motherly. Without noticing it she would slip into that caring mode with Mr. Todd, But Mr. Todd tended to do that to her. Make her slip into sides of her she didn't show many people, She thought inwardly smiling.

She snapped her fingers in front of his face, lightly smacking him twice. Now was not the time he needed to be lolling off in his thoughts.

He blinked a few times, then focused his vision again. He silently began walking towards the door, but Mrs. Lovett stopped him, placing a firm hand over his chest.

" What? " He hissed in annoyance, giving her a stern look.

She raised a brow, and reached for the razor at his side, only to get her hand smacked away.

" Mr. Tee you can't take that down there! You 'ave no self control! " She said in a loud whisper, reaching for the blade once more.

He only smacked it away again. He was being stubborn. He knew that if he brought his blade down there he would lose control, but he didn't mind at all. He could deal with the streets covered in the Beadle's blood.

" If you kill him now, then what the hell do plan on doin next? "

There was a moment of silence, Sweeney didn't understand what point she was trying to get across.

" If your 'omeless out on the streets, with murder on your hands. Who says the judge won't convict you of charges, this time they won't be so false. You'll go exactly back to whateva place it was that you went to. " Her words were harsh, but she was trying to knock some sense into her dear Sweeney's head.

His eyes bore into the singed wallpaper behind Mrs. Lovett. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Mrs. Lovett was right. He didn't move or speak, but when Mrs. Lovett reached for his holster again, he made no attempt to stop her.

He headed for the door and left before Mrs. Lovett could even finish putting up his precious razor.

" That stubborn man. " She said shaking her head.

She set the razor back into place with the others, with just as much care as she knew her Todd would do. And then followed out the door.

When she reached back down the flight of stairs, Sweeney had already sat down. The Beadle stood, looking uncomfortable, until Mrs. Lovett walked in. He always hated being in a room alone with Mr. Todd. The atmosphere was always thicker in his presence.

" So Beadle. " She said in her sing song voice.

" We 'ave a problem we need to be discussing. "

The Beadle nodded his head at her words.

" Yes, you don't seem to have the money, as you 'ave warned. " He now took the time to sit in a wooden chair that rested near the door.

" Promptly, I'm suppose to kick you out right now, you taking a few possessions. But since I know you all too well. "

Sweeney wanted to cackle at the words, the Beadle knew nothing of him.

" I'll let you two 'ave till the end of the day, but then yer out. " He sighed, shifting his eyes at the two people.

" Thank you Beadle, fer such kindness. " She said slightly kneeling, and lifting the hem of her dress from the floor.

He nodded his head, and a nasty smile contorted his face. He lifted himself up again, and left the shop.

The barber sat, chin rested on his clenched fist, his eyes closed. This was it. Tonight, they were on the streets.

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I may just put a hold on this one until I finish my other fics-in-progress. So I can put full attention into it. Idk. The plot really pics up in the next xhapter though :D I hope you like where this is going :) leave a reveiw as always.

On another note, ummm. I'd like to tell you all I know have a new editor - her username is xxSweeneysgrrlxx . She isn't exactly editing any of my writings yet, but were setting things up. Soon I hope that all my words will be smoothly set out without any errors, and it will all turn out as well as I want it to :D