Sorry it's been a longer time than usual

Sorry it's been a longer time than usual. Our internet was malfunctioning. I'll try to make it up by having an abundance of stories. It's also going to be slower because of school. I've got to study for exams, so just bear with me for a while. Enjoy the story!

A bloody betrayal

Sweeney Todd grinned as another body thumped down into the bake house. He turned around as the trapdoor righted itself, getting ready to close up shop. That had been his last customer, and victim for the day. The bell jingled as he opened the door, ready to walk down the stairs and tell Mrs. Lovett he was done for the day.

He stopped.

A familiar shudder passed through him.

His friends were calling him back.

He closed the door, slowly walking toward the case that held his friends in neat order. He picked one up, admiring the glint of moonlight on the razor as he held it. His thumb tenderly stroked the edge, being careful not to leave fingerprints.

Something caught his eye.

He frowned.

Blood trickled onto his razor.

He glanced around. Where was it coming from?

Left? No.

Right? No.

Above? Couldn't be.

Below? Certainly not.

The bell jingled as the door opened, and Mrs. Lovett bustled in.

"Dearie, everythin' is wonderful! So many customers! By the way wot'cha doin' with tha'… oh my lord! Mr. T! You've cut ya'self! Lord, I'll get some wraps ta cover tha' nasty cut, right?"

She ran out of the shop, leaving Sweeney staring at his thumb.

His friends had…cut him?

Why?

He pondered this as Mrs. Lovett came back, cleaning his wound and wrapping it. As she left, the pacing started.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

If his friends had cut him, would they betray him? Kill him?

Never.

Another jingle from the bell. Sweeney turned, expecting to see Mrs. Lovett and bully her out. Instead, a customer stood there. He was about to inform the man his shop was closed, but the shudder ran through his spine.

He smiled.

Sweeney gestured the man into the chair.

Well, one more couldn't hurt.

I really hate math, so it's really a wonder how this idea came into my head. My challenge is still on. For those of you that do not know what I am talking about, I have discovered what writer's block really means. I need suggestions and who to write about. Help me!