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Post by Sweeney Todd on May 28, 2007 15:38:44 GMT -5
Sweeney woke with a start. He swore he had heard somebody moving downstairs. Quickly throwing a pair of pants on, ((Hee. ;D)) he crept downstairs, razor in hand.
He came to the front room and found a young lady there. She looked beaten and worn, and very confused. He put his razor away.
"Miss," he whispered to get her attention.
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 15:39:53 GMT -5
*Irene nearly jumped at the sound of his voice. She shrank back from him*
"Please don't hurt me."
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Post by Sweeney Todd on May 28, 2007 15:40:58 GMT -5
Sweeney walked toward her. The poor thing looked so frightened. "Please, miss, I won't hurt you." He squatted on the floor. "What happened to you?"
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 15:43:39 GMT -5
"Two men", *she whispered.* "They hurt me. I begged and I fought, but they hurt me."
*She rubbed at the wedding ring on her left hand*
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Post by Sweeney Todd on May 28, 2007 15:44:41 GMT -5
Sweeney stared at her, taken aback. "Their names did not happen to be Beadle Bamford and Judge Turpin, did they?"
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 15:45:38 GMT -5
*She shook her head.*
"No...I don't think so. I only knew one's name, and that wasn't it."
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Post by Sweeney Todd on May 28, 2007 15:46:09 GMT -5
He eyed her wedding ring. "And what of your husband? Where was he?"
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 15:47:03 GMT -5
*She fought back tears*
"Gone. They knew he would try to help, so they took him away from me."
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Post by Sweeney Todd on May 28, 2007 15:48:18 GMT -5
Sweeney squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to see if this was a dream. It was too much of a coincidence. "And how did they get rid of him? Arrest him? Kill him?"
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 15:49:59 GMT -5
"They killed him. He died in my arms."
*She looked away*
"I was kidnapped from my husband's funeral. I was still wearing my mourning clothes."
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Post by Sweeney Todd on May 28, 2007 15:56:29 GMT -5
Sweeney put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, miss. A similar thing happened to me, once. Two men wanted my wife, Lucy, and so they had me arrested and had their way with her." He smiled grimly. "On that happy note, allow me to introduce myself." He held out his hand. "Sweeney Todd."
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 15:58:09 GMT -5
*Irene took his hand, trying to smile*
"Irene Adler."
*She looked around*
"I don't know how I got here. I'm scared it's a dream, and that I'll wake up and have to go back."
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Post by Sweeney Todd on May 28, 2007 16:00:37 GMT -5
Sweeney grabbed a blanket from nowhere and wrapped it around the girl. "I assure you, Miss Adler, this is no dream. You're safe now."
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Post by Irene on May 28, 2007 16:03:20 GMT -5
*Irene covered herself in the blanket, and seemed to be looking out the window*
"I don't want to go on like this. I want to die."
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Post by Sweeney Todd on May 28, 2007 16:08:27 GMT -5
Sweeney smiled at her. "No. You shall live yet, Miss Adler." He suddenly had an idea. "Come," he said, standing up. "I have a place where you can hide." He helped her up and led her down to a basement, and then through a hidden trapdoor. It was a bare room with a stone floor, but it had a hearth and a gas lamp on each wall. "It isn't much, but tomorrow I shall bring down some furniture and such. Nobody will find you here, though. You may sleep soundly tonight." Before climbing up the ladder, he turned to her once more. "Do you need anything right now?" ((Yes, I just pulled this idea out of my ass. Shut up. ))
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