Sweeney Todd Fan Fiction ❯ Just Another Victim ❯ Just Another Victim ( One-Shot )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: twilightbrightstar 
Mr. Todd is just about to kill another customer when something unexpected happens.
Non Anime: Sweeney Todd Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.14.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 743 | Visits: 715 | Status: Completed
Mr. Todd is just about to kill another customer when something unexpected happens.
Non Anime: Sweeney Todd Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.14.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 743 | Visits: 715 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd
Dedicated to: This story is for my best friend
Just Another Victim
He was just another customer who came in for a quick shave. He was middle aged and his hair had specs of gray running through it.
Just another victim to become one of Mrs. Lovett�s pies.
There was nothing special about him.
He looked like he was a workingman. Someone who had to scrimp and save just to survive, but that wouldn't save him now. Nothing could save him now.
Or so I thought at the time.
I smeared his face with shaving cream as always, and I started sharpening my razor. I couldn't help but think of my sweet revenge. Wouldn't be long now.
Just as I was going in for the kill, though, the door to the shop opened and in walked a young girl. She had to be around Johanna�s age, with blond hair that immediately reminded me of Lucy. She was wearing an expense blue and white dress and that blond hair was tied into a bun.
�Father,� the girl said cheerfully, smiling at her my customer who for all intents and purposes should have been dead now, and I felt my heart clench.
�I'll be done in a moment, dear,� the man said, looking over and matching her smile with one of his own.
�I'm so sorry for the interruption. I just wanted to thank you for my birthday gift,� the girl said, her hands smoothing her dress.
�You're very welcome, Carla,� the man said warmly, before glancing back up at me. �Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Todd.�
�No need,� I said, finally tearing my gaze away from the girl and regaining my bearings. "No need at all.� And so, rather than killing him, I started shaving the man of his unwanted hair. After a moment I looked back at the girl. �You may sit if you like,� I told her, trying not to show how her presence affected me and pointing toward a chair by the door.
�Thank you, Mr. Todd,� she said politely, sitting down and watching me shave her father.
�All done,� I announced after a moment, stepping back from my customer who had so narrowly avoided death.
�Thank you,� the man said, sitting up and looking toward his daughter, taking in the dress he had bought for her and letting out a small whistle. �Well, now I'll have to beat young man away with a stick! I think you may look too beautiful."
The girl laughed, and you could see how she loved him. �You're too good to me, Father,� she said softly. �This dress must have cost a full weeks pay!"
�Two weeks,� the man whispered so only I could hear but he smiled and to his daughter he said,"Nothing is too good for my baby girl.� Then, turning back to me, he asked, "How much do I owe you, Mr. Todd?"
I looked at him, consider, and after a moment I shrugged. �No charge,� I said finally. �Consider using the money to buy the young lady a hat to match the dress,� I added, looking at the girl, thinking again of how close this man had come to death.
�We couldn't take that, Mr. Todd,� the girl said then, her face sincere. "It wouldn't be right to you."
�No,� I told her. �I insist.�
�Well, if you're sure,� the man said, still somewhat hesitantly. �At least promise you'll come to my shop across town the next time you need new shoes so I can return the favor. Free of charge."
�Thank you,� I said, nodding. �I will.� Not really, of course, but it was what he wanted to hear.
�Have a good day then, Mr. Todd,� the man said, offering his daughter his arm and she smiled again.
�Thank you,� the girl said to me, and they were gone.
I watched as they left, knowing in my heart that in another world those two could have been Johanna and myself. That it should have been Johanna and I.
Dedicated to: This story is for my best friend
Just Another Victim
He was just another customer who came in for a quick shave. He was middle aged and his hair had specs of gray running through it.
Just another victim to become one of Mrs. Lovett�s pies.
There was nothing special about him.
He looked like he was a workingman. Someone who had to scrimp and save just to survive, but that wouldn't save him now. Nothing could save him now.
Or so I thought at the time.
I smeared his face with shaving cream as always, and I started sharpening my razor. I couldn't help but think of my sweet revenge. Wouldn't be long now.
Just as I was going in for the kill, though, the door to the shop opened and in walked a young girl. She had to be around Johanna�s age, with blond hair that immediately reminded me of Lucy. She was wearing an expense blue and white dress and that blond hair was tied into a bun.
�Father,� the girl said cheerfully, smiling at her my customer who for all intents and purposes should have been dead now, and I felt my heart clench.
�I'll be done in a moment, dear,� the man said, looking over and matching her smile with one of his own.
�I'm so sorry for the interruption. I just wanted to thank you for my birthday gift,� the girl said, her hands smoothing her dress.
�You're very welcome, Carla,� the man said warmly, before glancing back up at me. �Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Todd.�
�No need,� I said, finally tearing my gaze away from the girl and regaining my bearings. "No need at all.� And so, rather than killing him, I started shaving the man of his unwanted hair. After a moment I looked back at the girl. �You may sit if you like,� I told her, trying not to show how her presence affected me and pointing toward a chair by the door.
�Thank you, Mr. Todd,� she said politely, sitting down and watching me shave her father.
�All done,� I announced after a moment, stepping back from my customer who had so narrowly avoided death.
�Thank you,� the man said, sitting up and looking toward his daughter, taking in the dress he had bought for her and letting out a small whistle. �Well, now I'll have to beat young man away with a stick! I think you may look too beautiful."
The girl laughed, and you could see how she loved him. �You're too good to me, Father,� she said softly. �This dress must have cost a full weeks pay!"
�Two weeks,� the man whispered so only I could hear but he smiled and to his daughter he said,"Nothing is too good for my baby girl.� Then, turning back to me, he asked, "How much do I owe you, Mr. Todd?"
I looked at him, consider, and after a moment I shrugged. �No charge,� I said finally. �Consider using the money to buy the young lady a hat to match the dress,� I added, looking at the girl, thinking again of how close this man had come to death.
�We couldn't take that, Mr. Todd,� the girl said then, her face sincere. "It wouldn't be right to you."
�No,� I told her. �I insist.�
�Well, if you're sure,� the man said, still somewhat hesitantly. �At least promise you'll come to my shop across town the next time you need new shoes so I can return the favor. Free of charge."
�Thank you,� I said, nodding. �I will.� Not really, of course, but it was what he wanted to hear.
�Have a good day then, Mr. Todd,� the man said, offering his daughter his arm and she smiled again.
�Thank you,� the girl said to me, and they were gone.
I watched as they left, knowing in my heart that in another world those two could have been Johanna and myself. That it should have been Johanna and I.
