The Barbers Son

Two

My stepdad had just got done beating me for like the hundredth time tonight, but I've had enough! I ran out the door and onto the dark, damp streets of London. I ran-ran as fast as my little feet could carry me. I never had parents. They died when I was born, and I was raised by my stepdad, who, like I said beats me too.

"Oof!"
I said as I ran into a figure in the street. I fell backwards on the impact, and hit my head. The last thing I remember was a tall man in black, with black and white hair picking me up in his arms.

Sweeney's POV
As I carried the small boy in my arms, I couldn't help but feel bad. After all, I did run into the poor little soul. I carried him home in the dark, damp streets of London.

When I got back to my shop I could smell the meat pies that Mrs.
Lovett was cooking.

I opened the door with my back to it and brushed past Mrs. Lovett and up stairs.

"Heavens! What's this Mr. Todd!"
Mrs. Lovett said totally aghast.

"Pardon me Mrs. Lovett, little situation here."  I said carrying the boy upstairs and laying him on my bed.

"Mr. Todd! What's going on!"
Mrs. Lovett shrieked.

"I ran into the poor thing on the street, he's knocked out!"
I tell her.

"Mr. Todd! You killed a boy!"
Mrs. Lovett cried once more.

"I did not! We shall not hurt the boy as long as he's under my wings.
I said sternly.

"But Mr. Todd!"

"What?"
I boasted.

"We don't have wings."

I gave her a stern look and stormed off.

"Shall I make the boy a pie Mr. T?"
She asked.

"Yes, and fetch him some water."
I said.

"Yes Mr. Todd."
Mrs. Lovett said as I head upstairs to check and see if the boy had I woken yet.

"My god he's alive."
I said.

"W-what? W-where am I!? W-who are you!?"
The boy asks like he's drunk.

"My boy your alive, I'm so glad. I found you in the streets. Your in my pie shop. I'm Sweeney Todd, please call me Sweeney.

"Hello. I'm Max."🏴