So this fanfic is about Anthony Hope, I only own Ashlyn v.v This is all I have so far.
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Prologue
“That ‘ought to teach you, girl!” he said again, and whipped me with a cane. I yelped out in pain. He hit me over the head and I collapsed to the ground. He kicked me in the side repeatedly until I was unable to breathe. I tried to gasp for air to no avail. He kicked my head until everything became a fog. I felt blood running down my forehead, and pooling around me. He walked away, leaving me on the concrete.
It was late, the moon was high and I could see the streetlights glow around me. Everything was slowly dimming away, was I dying? A darkened figure approached me, pulled back my hair to examine the wounds on my forehead, picked me up and began walking. I rested my head onto the figures chest and faded into the darkness.
Chapter 1
I awoke to three voices, one female, two male. “I found her last night” one male voice said, “She was being beaten by somebody; I think she’s unconscious.”
Suddenly I remembered what happened. It was a foggy memory, but I remember being chased into the street by my owner, it was dark, and there was pain. Lots and lots of pain. Blood as well.
“Oh, poor girl” the soprano female voice rang. I tried to open my eyes, but it felt like I was caged in the back of my mind. I couldn’t feel anything. “Well, let’s wait until she comes to” the lowest voice said. “You can go, Anthony.” I heard footsteps, then a shop door closing. I kept trying to open my eyes, with no luck.
“Get some water so I can clean up her wounds” the male said. Shortly, I felt ice-cold water being dabbed on my forehead. This seemed to be enough to bring me to open my eyes. My eyelids began to flutter and then popped open.
I saw a man with tangled black hair with a shock of white through it, cleaning my forehead with a wet cloth. A few feet behind him stood a woman with red hair heaped atop her head in crazy pigtails. I winced as the man touched a tender spot above my eye. Then woman kneeled down next to the chair I was sitting- well, more like draped- on.
“Hello love. Do you remember anything?” she asked. “Yes, it’s a little foggy, but I think I do” I sucked in a deep breath. It felt good to breathe. “Wot’ ‘appened, love?” she questioned. “I… I remember being chased into the street… from where I live… being beaten, then somebody picking me up and walking away.” I could only manage a whisper. The man stayed completely silent, but seemed to be listening.
“Guess we should get you back then,” the woman said. “NO!” I almost shrieked, and flinched. It was only a little movement, but enough to cause pain. I winced and tried not to move after that. “Please don’t make me go back!” I whispered. “Don’t worry love! We won’t take you back.” She tried to calm me down. “How’d you end up there in the first place?” she asked, puzzled. “Mr. and Mrs. Greene got me at the work house when I was ten. I’ve been there ever since” I answered. “What’s your name dearie?” “Ashlyn” I replied.
“I’m Mrs. Lovett, your in my meat pie shop, and this be Mr. Sweeney Todd, He owns a barber shop right above us” Mr. Todd stayed silent, withdrawn almost, as he continued to clean the wounds on my head and neck. “’Ow old are you?” she asked “fifteen.” I replied. Sweeney picked up the bowl of water and stalked out of the room. I began to observe my surroundings. I was in a room with greenish wallpaper with flowers. There was a vanity table and a cushioned chair across the room. Through a doorway I could see a little shop; everything had a thick layer of dust. “Come with me love, I’ll get you a change of clothes.” Mrs. Lovett said, and helped me stand up.
Later that night, I lay on my bed Mrs. Lovett improvised for me, thinking about how lucky I was saved by the dark figure, Anthony.
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Chapter 2
“Come on, love, get up.” Mrs. Lovett shook me awake. I lifted my head up and rubbed my eyes. “Mr. T and I are going to the market, would you like to come?” She asked in her motherly tone. I nodded and she handed me a dress to change into. We where about the same size, but she was a little bigger than me. The dress was a little wide, but not too big.
I stalked alongside Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett, hardly talking, but I was talking. Mr. Todd stayed completely silent, withdrawn from Mrs. Lovett’s chatter. We stopped at a small stage-like platform, which was drawing quite a crowd. A blonde boy was beating a drum, trying to get everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? Do you wake every morning in despair to discover your pillow is covered in hair?” Many of the men suddenly became interested.
“Gentlemen, you are about to something that rose from the dead, on the top of my head!” and removed his hat. Many people laughed. People began passing around bottles of the “miracle elixir” The man next to me opened one, causing the tight space to fill with a horrible scent. I gagged instinctively. “Pardon me ma’am, what’s that awful stench?” Sweeney declared, quite loudly. “Are we standing near an open drench?” Mrs. Lovett declared as well. Sweeney received a bottle of it and examined it. “Ugh. Smells like piss. Looks like piss,” he capped the bottle “This is piss, piss with ink.”
A man in a bright colorful costume emerged from behind the curtains. He had a thick accent; I could barely understand what he was saying. I think his name is Alfonso… Pirelli? He wanted to know who insulted his elixir. “I did.” Sweeney spoke up. “I’m Mr. Sweeney Todd of fleet street. I have opened a bottle of your elixir, and reveal to you that it is no more than an errant fraud! Concocted of piss and ink.” He began to move toward the stage. “You see these razors?” He pulled a silver razor from his belt. “I’ll bid them against five pounds. You are no match, sir.” Pirelli seemed entirely annoyed, “You here this foolish man” he smirked “Now you will see how you will regret! TO-BI” He stomped on the platform. The boy rushed to collect his supplies. “Who’s up for a free shave?” Sweeney called.
Mrs. Lovett made her way to the stage; I followed her, so as not to get lost in this crowd. She handed him his supplies and Sweeney called “Will Beadle Bamford be the judge?” “Glad, as always to oblige my friends and neighbors!” A voice called from the very back, startling me a little bit. “The fastest, smoothest shave, is the winner!” He called to the crowd, and blew his whistle. There was visible difference in their techniques. Mr. Todd sharpened his razor slowly, carefully. Pirelli was sharpening his quickly, cutting the already bandaged hands of the blonde boy, Tobi. Before I knew it, he was lathering the shaving cream across his subject’s face. The entire time, he was babbling to the crowd with his migraine-inducing accent. Sweeney began to lather the cream across his own subject’s face, slowly, carefully. Pirelli was almost done. I hoped Sweeney wouldn’t loose, he really seemed to cherish those razors. With a few strokes of his razor, he was finished! “The winner is Todd!” Beadle called.
Pirelli didn’t know what hit him. He handed over the five pounds, and chased Tobi behind the curtain. I could hear him getting beaten. I winced mentally and tried to avert my attention, but I still knew what was happening. I pitied him, just like me, he was cornered by abuse. I tried to push back the memories of the five years I spent with the Greene’s, as a worker in their shop, and a maid in their home. I began too loose myself in my thoughts, not talking at all on the way back to Fleet Street.
The next day, we were all sitting in the barber shop, talking. Well, I wasn’t talking, just sitting in the corner, not wanting to be alone downstairs. I think they where discussing something about flowers, or waiting, I really wasn’t paying attention. Just then, a young man with sandy blonde hair burst through the door, Sweeney hid behind the door for some reason. Mrs. Lovett stood in the middle of the shop. “Oh! I’m sorry ma’am” he said, and looked around quickly for Sweeney, but spotted me first.
He relaxed some, and said “Yes, you’re alright! I heard you screaming that night, scared me half to death! I’m Anthony,” Ah! This was my savior! I smiled widely “I’m Ashlyn, Thank you so much!” I slipped my arms around him in a tight hug, he did the same. I let go, and he began babbling to Mr. Todd. “Mr. Todd, there is this girl, such a sad girl, and lonely, but beautiful too…” Anthony babbled on “Slow down there son!” Sweeney put a hand on his shoulder. “She’s Turpin’s ward, he’s a judge of some sorts, but this morning, she dropped this,” He held up a key “Tomorrow, while the judge is at court, I’m going to beg her to come away with me, but I don’t know many people in this place, if I could keep her here for just half an hour, I’d be forever in your debt.” He half-begged. Sweeney seemed so consumed in his thoughts, a zombie almost. “Bring her ‘ere love.” Mrs. Lovett said “Thank you ma’am” he smiled. All Sweeney could manage was a nod. “Thank you! Thank you sir!” And he ran out the door.
I wandered to the other side of the room to look out the window. I spotted Pirelli across the street. Seeing my confused expression, Mrs. Lovett looked as well. “Now what’s he doing here?” We then had Sweeney’s attention as well. “Keep the boy downstairs” he said behind us. We both hurried out. Mrs. Lovett stopped at the last step “Mr. T’s upstairs… Oh… Do you mind if I give your ward a pie?” She asked “Yes, yes, whatever you want” He replied, uninterested. I put my arm around Tobi’s shoulders and led him into the meat pie shop. “Sit down dear” I pointed out the one little booth in the shop. He sat down, and I sat next to him. Tobi began to chat with Mrs. Lovett, I tuned out as always, but I noticed him removing a blonde wig. After a while, Tobi tried to go upstairs to tell Pirelli something. I tried to stop him; Sweeney said to keep him downstairs. I ended up following him. He burst through the door; I stood in the frame. I wasn’t listening to their conversation for long, because sticking out of the trunk Tobi sat on was a twitching human hand.
I tried not to scream, and not to throw up. As soon as Tobi left, with the promise of Gin, Sweeney noticed my startled expression. “Look away” he growled. I quickly closed my eyes and ducked my head. I heard gurgling, and then blood hitting the floor. I couldn’t help myself; I allowed a few tears to fall. I was shaking all over. After a few moments, somebody led me to a cushioned chair, where I allowed myself a few sobs. I quickly opened my eyes and wiped away the tears with my sleeve.
Mrs. Lovett burst through the door. “When do you think Pirelli will be back?” “He won’t be back” Sweeney answered coldly, still cleaning his razor. Mrs. Lovett gasped “Mr. T! You didn’t!” “He recognized me from the old days. Tried to blackmail me.” He replied. Old days? “Oh, well, that’s different then.” She lifted the lid “Ugh. All that blood.” She plucked a purse from the trunk and looked inside. She then mumbled something that sounded like ‘waste not want not’ and held onto it.
Sweeney whispered something I didn’t catch, and started to hiss at us to get out. Mrs. Lovett and I scurried downstairs, passing the Beadle and another man on the way. They barely looked at me, as if I wasn’t even there. When in the pie shop, I asked Mrs. Lovett “What does Mr. Todd mean by ‘old days’?” She shushed me and pointed to a sleeping Tobi. She whispered “Oh, well Mr. T wasn’t always like that. He had a wife, Lucy, and a beautiful baby girl, Johanna. Judge Turpin, the man who is up there now, he wanted Lucy badly. He decided to have Mr. Todd convicted of a crime he didn’t do, to comfort his wife, Y’know. He came back here, hopin’ to find his family, but his poor wife poisoned herself. Judge Turpin took his daughter, the girl Anthony was talkin’ ‘bout.” I was speechless. I took interest in my hands for a few moments. I heard somebody run towards the shop. I quickly got up and tried to stop him. “Anthony! Anthony, wait!” I called. He didn’t seem to hear, and continued to run up the stairs. I tried chasing after him, but he burst through the door anyway. I heard screaming, lot’s of screaming.
Judge Turpin burst out, half shaved, and ran past me, again, not even looking at me. Anthony ran by shortly after. Mrs. Lovett came out of the shop below, and ran up after me. “All this shouting and running about, what’s ‘appened?” Mrs. Lovett asked. “I had him” Sweeney whispered. “I had him! He was right there, I had him!” He shouted. “There, there dear, calm down” Mrs. Lovett said. “No, I had him! He won’t come back again, I was so close!” He shouted. I wanted to say something, but it seemed like everything I could say would just make things worse, so I just stayed silent.
Before I knew it, I had been pulled over to the chair, and thrown down on it. I felt the cold silver of the razor on my neck, not breaking the skin, but he was probably about to. “Let her go, she didn’t do anything wrong!” Mrs. Lovett pleaded. I closed my eyes and held my breath. “Give me a good reason why not to kill her.” Sweeney growled back at her. He had a firm hold of my neck, pinning me to the chair. I whimpered, and tried not to squirm. After what seemed like an eternity, he loosened his hold on my neck, and slowly took his razor back. “I’ll never see my girl again…” He whispered. “I’ll get him! I’ll practice on less honorable throats until I find him!” He shouted all of a sudden. “That’s all very well, but what do you intend we should do about him?” Mrs. Lovett asked, looking somewhat bored. Sweeney was on his knees, not responding. She mumbled something and grabbed him under the arms. I got up from the barbers chair and threw his arm over my shoulder, to help get him downstairs.
We carried all his weight; he refused to respond. I sat him down in the booth, Mrs. Lovett went to look for something and returned shortly with an almost empty bottle of gin. “Now, we got that body molding away upstairs, what do you intend we should do about him?” Mrs. Lovett asked, breaking the silence. “Later on when it’s dark, we’ll take it to some secret place and bury it.” Sweeney answered finally. “Oh, well I guess we could do that… Just seems a waste… Y’know, with the price of meat these days….” She continued. “Ah! Mrs. Lovett, you’re a bloody wonder. How I lived without you all these years I’ll never know!” Sweeney declared.
I sat back in silence, as they formed their villainous plot.
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Chapter 3
The shop began filling up with people, all were devouring Mr. Todd’s unlucky customers. I didn’t go near the pies. Never. I began to circle the area, filling up near empty glasses of ale. Many of the customers barely gave me a nod, as I was just the worker girl in their eyes. I was to many.
Over a week had passed since they had hatched their plot. A week without sleep, I thought to myself. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw nothing but nightmares. I never thought of reporting Sweeney or Mrs. Lovett to the authorities, not once. It didn’t seem right; to turn in the people who provided me with a home, with safety.
I never attempted to make conversation with the customers, it was better I didn’t make relationships. It was hard enough to know that people I didn’t know were being killed, but if I had known any of the doomed men, it would be too much.
I didn’t know anyone who passed through. At least, I thought I didn’t.
On a particularly slow day, I heard a voice, one I thought I would never have to hear again. One I prayed I would never hear again. I looked up from the table I was cleaning, and confirmed my fears. It was him.
Without another thought, I dashed up the stairs into the famous barber shop. I leaned against the door, trying to catch my breath. Sweeney didn’t look up from his razor, which he was sharpening slowly. After a moment, he looked up at me, an eyebrow raised.
“Mister… He… He’s…” I couldn’t make myself say it. My entire frame was shaking. Finally, I whispered “My old master… He… He’s here.” I fell to my knees, tears falling. If he saw me, he would take me back for sure, thus restarting the endless torture.
Strong hands pulled me up from the ground. I looked up to Sweeney “If he comes in here, go in the corner to scrub the floor. Keep your hair in front of your face.” He ordered his voice cold as always, though it was not without effort. It was reassuring somehow. He led me to the barber’s chair. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and tried to slow my breathing, failing miserably.
After many moments of silence, I heard someone come up the stairs. I ran over to the door to peek. “It’s him!” I gasped. Sweeney handed me a rag, a bowl of water, and pointed to the corner. Hastily, I got on my knees and draped my long, stark straight brown hair like a curtain in front of my face. I scrubbed the spot thoroughly.
“Hello sir, come for a shave?” Sweeney asked. “Yes, I hear you’re the finest barber in London” I was tempted to peek at the scene, but kept my eyes on the floor. “Oh, don’t mind her, she’s just the worker” Sweeney said after a moment. “Wait a second…” He said. Somebody’s rough hand pulled my arm fiercely, and I came face to face with Mr. Greene.
“There you are!” He shouted, his face angry. “She belongs to me, but she ran off last week.” “Really? She came off the street a few days ago, practically begging for work.” Sweeney replied, laying it on thick. “Well, you may take her back, but how about a shave first?” Mr. Greene nodded. He threw me towards the trunk, and I sat down obediently.
After Sweeney spread the white cream on Mr. Greene’s face he nodded toward me, as if to say ‘now’. I closed my eyes and brought my knees to my chin. Even after I heard the trap door close, I didn’t open my eyes.
I was breaking into hysterics. I could hardly breathe, let alone move. I had witnessed two killings.
It was only me withdrawing into my thoughts that kept them from getting caught. Tobi didn’t know, and if he found out, it would mean a dreadful fate for him.
“Ashlyn, dearie, could you run and pick us up some gin?” Mrs. Lovett asked while handing me a coin. I nodded and walked toward the nearest store.
As I was walking back, I passed a group of men, all drunk. “Miss, you need any help?” One asked, his words slurred. I ignored them and continued on my way.
Within seconds someone had their hand around my waist, and was towing me away. I tried screaming, but they put their hand over my mouth as well. Trying to fight them off was out of the question; they where much stronger than me, even in an intoxicated state.
Whoever-it-was threw me on the ground in an alley. I scrambled to my feet, but another man grabbed me from behind and held a knife to my neck. Another began to run his grubby hand over my waist.
I had no escape.
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Chapter 4
~Anthony~
I turned another corner, into an alley. Face it; I told myself, you’re lost, again. Just as I was going to turn around, I heard someone whimpering and laughter in the near darkness ahead. I strained my eyes to see what was going on, only to spot a familiar shape of the girl struggling to break free of a mans grasp.
Ashlyn.
“Hello? Ashlyn?” I called. “Anthony! Help!” She nearly screeched, still fighting against the mans grasp, while another began to tear at her dress. The third stood back and watched, a pleased smile on his face.
The scene before me angered me in a way words can not explain.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I was pulling Ashlyn away from them. When one tried to fight me, my fist met his jaw line. They all smelled heavily of alcohol; it was clear they where all hopelessly drunk. “Run!” I ordered her. While one was recovering from the blow, I took the advantage to leave the scene.
As soon as I turned the corner back onto the path, Ashlyn half attacked me with a hug, and sobbed into my shoulder. I slipped my arms around her thin frame, hugging her close to me, in an attempt to comfort her.
All was silent. The only thing I could hear where her quiet sobs.
Within moments, her lips where against mine. Did I kiss her? Or did she kiss me? I didn’t know. It didn’t matter; I wasn’t stopping it. I was kissing her back.
Then it was over. I hate to admit, it was over sooner than I liked. After I released her, Ashlyn ran off towards the shops on Fleet Street.
I leaned against the wall to gather my thoughts. What had I done? Why hadn’t I stopped it? I knew the answers, but I didn’t want to admit it.
I was in love with Ashlyn.
But I was in love with Johanna as well.
For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what to do.
~Ashlyn~
I was still in a daze as I burst through the door to the pie shop. “Wot’s ‘appened love? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Mrs. Lovett asked while observing my shocked face. “N-noting” I stuttered, “I was attacked on my way here, but I got away. I’m sorry, but I dropped the gin.” I babbled. “That’s alright love.” She said with a reassuring smile.
I curled up on one of Mrs. Lovett’s couches. What the hell happened? What had possessed me to kiss him? And why the hell did I just run off afterwards?! My face turned thirty different shades of red at thought at what I had done, and then drained all together at realization of why I did it.
I was in love with Anthony.
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Chapter 5
Another sleepless week had gone by. It was too long without seeing him… That’s it! I thought to myself. I’m going to go find him!
“Tobi, would you mind working without me for an hour… or two? Maybe three?” I asked quietly. “Sure, but-” he began “Uh, thanks!” I said before he could finish, and quickly ran to the streets. I looked back to see a questioning look in his eyes.
I had no idea where to begin looking, so I wondered the streets, only to spot his familiar figure within moments. He was walking towards the door of a large house, glimpsing at the window where….. Where a heart wrenchingly beautiful girl sat, smiling down at him. The girl who must have been Johanna. It almost hurt to look at her; I had to avert my eyes. But I still couldn’t fight the tears that threatened to fall. When Anthony had opened the door, she ran from her window. I waited in painful silence for him to leave the house, to see me.
In what seemed like forever, the door cracked open. Anthony emerged, waving to the girl inside. He walked across the street closed his eyes, and sat down on the bench. I didn’t know if I should have walked to him or not, so I just stayed hidden, and lost myself in my thoughts.
“Ashlyn?” Anthony broke my trance, startling me. “Oh! Anthony! I, Uh…” I stuttered. “About that night…” he started. “I’m sorry,” I blurted out before he could continue “I was out of line. I shouldn’t have…” “Kissed me?” he continued for me.
I could feel my face burning. “She’s very beautiful…” I said after a few moments. “Huh? Oh, yes, she is isn’t she?” He smiled, looking up at her window. I ducked my head, my hair falling in front of my eyes. This was so… awkward. Why did I do this again? I asked myself.
Then he lifted my chin and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, smiling at me, and only me. I melted Oh. That’s why. “Well I guess I should go…” I started. “I will see you soon?” he asked. Strangely he sounded… hopeful. “Um…. Okay…” I said timidly. He smiled and began walking away from me.
What was I going to do? He was in love with Johanna, who was so beautiful it made my heart hurt. It clear who he would choose. I turned the corner to go back to the pie shop, how long had it been? Well, the lunch rush was about over so… An hour? I reminded myself to make it up to Tobi for making him work by himself. Before I could even start walking, a leather gloved hand gripped my neck tightly.
I tried to get myself to run, but I was frozen to the pavement. Just when I was about to make a run for it, someone’s arm curved around my waist and the sickening feeling of déjà vu washed over me. I tried to run, but whoever it was held me tightly
“Going somewhere?” a familiar voice growled low in my ear.
The Beadle
In my moment of shock, he took the advantage to cover my mouth. There was no escape this time; no one was going to be a hero. I kicked hopelessly as I was being dragged away, and glimpsed up at the window. Johanna looked down at me with an expression of shock and pity. My tears ran down the gloved hands of the Beadle.
He dragged me into the building and threw me into a room with no windows. I hit my head hard on the ground and began to fall into a deep unconsciousness.
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Chapter 6
Judge Turpin walked alongside the Beadle after his day at court. He stopped and sneered when he noticed the boy walking away from his home. They stopped to observe him talking to the teen they had seen at Todd’s shop. The boy looked up to Johanna’s empty window, and smiled. He was going to take her from Turpin! The judge wouldn’t allow it. The girl was obviously helping. Shows what kind of company Todd keeps. After the boy had gotten far enough away, Turpin sent the Beadle after her.
He caught her off guard. “Going somewhere?” He growled in her ear, and pulled her to him. Her pathetic attempts at freedom made the Beadle smile. He easily and almost effortlessly dragged her to the building where the judge resided and threw her into an unoccupied room that was next to Johanna’s. It had been used to house a maid at one time. She fell hard on the ground, crimson liquid oozing out of the new wound on her forehead. This made the Beadle grin widely. His eyes wondered over every curve of the beautiful (but not nearly as breathtaking as Johanna) girl. He let out a devious chuckle and shut the door.
Turpin entered the room an hour later. The girl had passed out, and was still unconscious. She lay, crumpled, on the ground. Like the Beadle said, she was rather beautiful… But he would have Johanna. Nothing could change his mind. He leaned against the frame and observed her for a few moments, then left to check on Johanna. Turpin removed the frame which hid the small hole in the wall.
Johanna was pacing nervously around her room, her face frantic. He slowly opened her door. “Sir! Beadle Bamford, he-he wa-was d-dragging a girl! He was-” She babbled. “Calm down, Johanna!” He ordered, “No harm will come to her,” if she cooperates, he thought to himself “do not fret!” Turpin continued. This in no way calmed the girl, but even so, she put on a composed face and returned to her needle point.
He left and went back to the room which housed their captive. She was beginning to wake up. Turpin grabbed the teen by the throat and shoved her to the small cot.
It took Ashlyn to realize what was going on after her period of somewhat peaceful sleep. Oh, yes. She recalled being dragged away after seeing Anthony, and then being thrown into the small dark room she was in now, which was only lit by one small candle. “Your name.” the judge spat at her. “Excuse me?” she asked, dazed. “Your name, girl! Tell me your name!” He shouted. “Ashlyn!” she replied timidly. “What relationship do you keep with Mr. Hope?” he sneered at her. “Um… he is my friend,” it hurt her mentally to admit they where only friends.
Lies Turpin thought to himself, the girl is lying! He could tell! No matter, if they truly where friends she would be useful, a distraction for the boy. He closed the door and locked it tightly. She had no way of escape, there where no windows.
Tobi waited patiently for Ashlyn to return. She said she would only be gone for a few hours this morning, it was almost dark! “Tobi, love, have you seen Ashlyn anywhere? She’s been missing all day!” Mrs. Lovett asked. “I don’t know ma’am. She said she would be gone for a few hours, but that was this morning!” Tobi replied, worried. “Do you mind if I go looking for her?” he asked. Mrs. Lovett sighed “Alright love, but be careful now, yeh hear me?” “Yes ma’am.” Tobi agreed. He wondered the streets, until he came by someone familiar. Tobi didn’t know him, but he saw him at the shop once. “Excuse me, sir; do you know Mr. Sweeney Todd?” Tobi asked the stranger. “Yes” he replied, confused. “And Ashlyn?” Tobi questioned. This seemed to get the strangers attention. “Yes, why? Is something wrong with her?” He asked. “I don’t know, you see, she left this morning and said she would only be gone for an hour or two, and she hasn’t come back yet. Have you seen her today?” Tobi explained. “I saw her just this morning.” He replied. The stranger seemed worried as well.
Anthony listened to the boy carefully, as he told of Ashlyn’s disappearance. Had someone tried to…? Anthony didn’t want to think about it, but guilt washed over him, as he had not been able to save her this time. “She’s missing?” Anthony asked, he was speechless. The beautiful girl whom he loved was missing. He still could not choose between her and Johanna, but he had to find her. “Where did you see her last?” The boy asked. “I talked to her over by judge Turpin’s home” Anthony replied, then realized what had happened. After he left Turpin’s home, he talked to Ashlyn. Someone could have thought….
Oh no.
“I think I know where she is. You can stop looking. I’ll find her.” He didn’t know who he was trying to convince. The boy or himself. After he had run off, Anthony whispered to himself “I’ll find her.”
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So please rate.
1- I've seen better stories from first graders
2- Not very good, you could have done so much better
3- Could have been better, could have been worse
4- It's okay
5- Wonderful, I absolutely love it. Please post more!
I'm only twelve, so I know I'm not the best writer.
And I'm stuck on chapter seven -.-
Please comment!
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