( BLOODYBARBER·. ) /
HE IS A FORCE TO BE RECKON WITH. he no longer the naive man that had lived in this london before. ( no … that man was DEAD ) sweat beading upon the back underneath sultry austrailian sun with merciless guardsmen’s kicks and prods to his back , benjamin COULD NOT BEAR the BARBARITY and SWEENEY MANIFESTED to absorb it. WAS THERE GOD TO ANSWER when he was DECLARED free from FORCED SERVITUDE ? perhaps for a moment there was a higher power that would guide him back to london … but there isNOT when he knows that JUDGE TURPIN BREATHES. blood boils when he thinks of that VULTURE‘S claws unlawfully ripping him from his beloved. oh lucy … OH HIS BEAUTIFUL LUCY ! rage softens to DESPARATION to return to her , to wrap his arms and meet her lips to reminisce of the innocent youth they once had. he wanders , aimlessly to find someone who knew lucy barker. his question is answered when he told that she has become MRS TURPIN.
THEY CANNOT MOVE HIM FROM THAT SPOT. he refuses as rage returns to speak to the judge ( to KILL him ) but the girl at the door insists that the judge has died and has been for thirteen years. the thought came to sweeney … if the judge was dead then it answer to why he was released after so many years. the thought that lucy was COERCED into marriage with turpin is APPALLING and he could do nothing for her. he stays at the steps until the maid had ushered him inside. benjamin’s heart paces fast ; all plights behind him for the barber only saw the GOLDEN LOCKS in his eye.
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 --- 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃. limbs stiff , hands as cold as her stare. it’s almost hard to believe that she has known happiness. there was a time , a long LONG time ago , where she was wrapped in the arms of a man whom she LOVED, and who loved her , their hearts beating in synchronicity , warm and full of LOVE and LIFE. the very last time she felt ALIVE. that man is gone now --- he was snatched from her arms a long time ago and became DEAD to the world. and he took her life right along with him. when she decided what she had to do , when she sealed her heart in stone and buried his razors deep in the cabinet , she buried the memory of his heart along with the silver-handled beauties. he appeared again only once , his ghost streaked with scarlet , before she turned away all thoughts of his memory forever.
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌. true , he has the body of a man , but his eyes hide something different. there is something DANGEROUS hidden behind the apparent tenderness. it is reminiscent to her of a past time , the FURY with which she slid the razor over turpin’s throat , and the RUTHLESSNESS with which she framed the crime on the beadle. she felt NOTHING when she watched him beg fruitlessly for his life. the stranger continues to stand , wordlessly , in the doorway. if he has come to hurt her , he will find that she won’t go down without a FIGHT. she’s been fighting for fifteen years. ‘ well ? ’ she finally speaks , drawing the first card in this game of conversation. ‘ you’ve made your way into my house ; what do you want ? ’
