The Barber's Son

Two

Sweeney POV
"Hello Max, what a pleasure it is to meet your little self. How old are you?"
I said.

"Uh...six." The boy murmured out.
"Who are you?"
The boy asked me.

"I'm a barber. An excellent one. Shall I give you a trim?"
I asked the boy.

"Uh, what?"

"Come, sit, sit. Let Sweeney clean you up."
I said sweetly.

"I have no beard, sir."
The boy said almost disappointed.

"Oh heavens, you have that hair on your head. Sit."
I say as I put the boy softly into the chair, and produced a white sheet over his shoulders.

I paused, stepped back and looked at the boy-head too toe.

"Man your short!"
I replied as I placed a wooden box under his bottom.

"Sorry, about the hardness."
(Not that Mr. Sweeney Todd was really sorry at all for the boy)

I placed the blade down by the boy's neck when all of a sudden...

"Mr. Sweeney, I don't have a beard! Though it would be nice to have one. Have you ever thought about growing one?"
The boy cried.

"Er, right my boy! No, I have not. Shall I just trim your hair then?"
I said.

The boy nodes at me leaning back.

The boy had silky, smooth, and shiny red hair, and green eyes.-Well groomed I'm I do say so.
But, my purpose here is to get rid of these people-they killed my family!

"So how are you my fine well groomed kiddo?"
I ask way to obvious.

"Good, Mr. T. Can I call you that? It suits you! You have a lovely shop, is that your wife!?"
The boy talked entirely to fast.

Enter Mrs. Lovett

"S-Mr. Todd, who's this!?"
Mrs. Lovett says.

"Max, Mrs. Lovett. Mrs. Lovett.....Max."
I said.

"I'll be in the kitchen, Mr. Todd."
She cleared her throat.

"Right."
I said turning toward the boy.

"Ooh! Smells like pie! Sir, may I have some?"
The boy asked turning toward me, kneeling on the chair.

"Why sure."
Sweeney said with a smile but as soon as the boy turned his back toward Mr. Todd, Sweeney made a face as if he were growling at the boy out of pure hate. Then the boy turned back to Mr. Todd and his evil look disappeared.

"Delicious pie, ma'm."
The boy said with a mouth full of pie.

Mrs. Lovett smiles at the boy as he drank some water.

"Come now, shall we get you to bed?"
Mrs. Lovett says sweetly but the boy shakes his head 'no.'

"Come here!"
I say not really wanting pick the small boy up, but I do it anyway out of pity.

I picked up the boy, and carried him like a baby up stairs.
As we walked past the door that led down to the basement (Sweeney's graveyard) the boy asked me: "What's that smell?"

Mrs. Lovett blinked her eyes fiercely at me, and alerting me to keep my pie-hole shut. (Get it, cause they make pies)

"It's, uh, nothing just probably some dead.....
I started saying as I looked back at Mrs. Lovett who was shaking her head 'no'.

"Rats. Rats! Some dead rats."
I tell the boy.

"RATS!"
The boy shrieks.

"Up to bed!"
Sweeney says as he runs up the steps with the boy.

I lay the boy down in my bed, and stay with him for a little while.
Mrs. Lovett comes up.

"He's so nice asleep."
Mrs. Lovett says.

"He should stay that way."
I mumbled.

"What?"

"Mm, nothing. I said he could sleep all day if he wanted."
I say catching myself.
-That was close!

We went to bed.🏴