The Fortune Teller

I'm sorry the last chapter of It All Began With A Noteis taking so long, writer's block is lousy. So anyway, I'm making up another story in the process of figuring out how to properly end that one. I still really want Lucy to come back, I'm just having trouble how to make it happen. So yeah, this is a new story. Sweeney and Nellie find themselves sent from 1846 London, to 2009 New York. It would just be easier for me to make it New York, because that's where I live. They live the place that they're familiar with, to find a place full of new technology and... FANGIRLS (evil roll of thunder). What will happen to the murderous duo? P.S. Hey you, yeah you. I have a secret for you. What's that, you already know what it is? Person: Yeah, it's that you don't own Sweeney, Nellie or anything else. Me: Boo, you ruined all of the fun in it. Guess what though, I do own a paper fortune teller. Person: So what? Me: You'll see (evil laughter).

Mrs. Lovett stood at her counter with one elbow on the counter top and her head resting in her palm. She was bored out her mind and it didn't seem like there was anything to do. It was very early Sunday morning, but Mrs. Lovett had to keep cleaning, plus she didn't have to wake up too early later on. She finished up her cleaning and sat down at one of the booths with a small glass of of the corner of her eye she spotted a sheet of paper with a quill pen next to it. She grabbed them both and returned to her seat. She started forming spirals and other shapes with the quill pen running up and down the paper. That's when she got the idea. Toby had showed her a small game that shoe could play. She quickly grabbed another sheet of paper from her room, careful not to wake the sleeping boy who had made himself a bed out of her settee. She picked him up carefully and brought him into his room quietly before returning to her shop with the paper. She sat down and began to fold the paper as Toby had showed her how to. She wrote small sentences in each inner diamond. On the outside of each small diamond she wrote a number. And on the top four diamonds she wrote a color. She opened the paper and made a pattern of repeatedly opening the paper vertically, then horizontally.

She had been playing with the paper fortune teller for about five minutes when she heard footsteps coming down from the barber shop. Sweeney opened the door and looked at the baker with a surprised expression on his face. "What are you doing up at this time Mrs. Lovett?"

Mrs. Lovett looked up at him. "Same thing as you obviously, couldn't sleep. Care to join me dearie?" Sweeney grabbed a glass and sat across from her. He poured himself some gin and drank a big gulp of the alcohol. "So Mr. T, 'ow often do ya do this? Come downstairs while I'm asleep and have a bit of gin?"

Sweeney grunted in his mind, why did this woman have to know every little thingthat he did? Couldn't anything be his own business without her bothering him? "You know me Mrs. Lovett, usually don't sleep a wink all night. Revenge is a hard job my pet, but someone has to do it." She nodded in agreement.

Things we getting awkward until Mrs. Lovett snapped her head up. "Hey, I 'ave an idea. Since insomnia seems to have affected us both, why don't we make good use of it? You wanna play a game?" Sweeney raised an eyebrow and looked at the bottle of gin between the pair of them. "No, not that kind of game Mr. Todd." She grabbed the fortune teller next to her glass of gin. "I's called a fortune teller, it's supposed to say something, anything. It could say something about how your day will go, or about your relationship. I just made one before ya came down, you wanna play."

Sweeney rolled his eyes. Why did Mrs. Lovett need a piece of paper to tell her about her future, she was living it right now. It just seemed foolish. "Mrs. Lovett, I don't think you need to know about your future, you're living it right now." Mrs. Lovett pouted and Sweeney groaned. He looked at the folded paper and simple said "Red."

The baker smiled and recited "R, e, d." He looked over all of the numbers and chose one, the letter naming continued. "T, h, i, r, t, e, e, n." On the third time he chose the picture of the lightening bolt, she read it aloud. "New experiences will come to you shortly." He rolled his eyes and grabbed the fortune teller away from her.

"I'll prove to you how foolish this thing is, you can't depend on a piece of paper to tell you about your fortune, it's foolishness." He showed the paper to her. She chose, "G, r, e, e, n." She chose again, "S, i, x." Then finally, she chose the heart symbol. "You will have a bad experience in the very near future. Don't get paranoid on me now Mrs. Lovett, nothing will happen."

Mrs. Lovett nodded. "I know that Mr. T, i's just a silly game." They both rose and started to go their separate ways. Suddenly Mrs. Lovett slipped on a wet spot on the floor and fell on her butt. "Ow, well that was bad luck." She looked up at Sweeney shocked. "Mr. T, my fortune said that I was gonna 'ave a bad experience in the near future."

Sweeney rolled his eyes and helped the baker to her feet. "Mrs. Lovett, I don't know what you'd call it. I'd call that a simple coincidence though. She rocked her head form side to side, convincing herself that the barber was right. It had to just be a strange coincidence, and anyway... falling down on ones butt wasn't exactly a bad experience. Mostly, it was just a large discomfort. They went their separate ways to hopefully get a good, morning's sleep.

As Sweeney tried to sleep he couldn't help but secretly think about what had happened with Mrs. Lovett and her prediction. Had that been the bad experience her fortune had been talking about? And if that was true, then what of his fortune? What had it said again, new experiences will come to you shortly? New experiences had already come to him. Killing and cannibalism were a new experience, he had never done either or thought about either until he had become Sweeney Todd. So what other new experiences could the fortune teller have been talking about? Little did the barber know, he was about to find out, as soon as he and the baker woke later that morning.

Hope you liked chapter 1. The idea for this came from Just Maya's Fleet Streets New Hero, when she mentioned the two girls in the purple dresses. Let's just say, Sweeney and Nellie are about to go on a trip. I just couldn't say that without giving some credit to the person who gave me the idea. Hope you all enjoy the rest of my story. P.S. Just because I'm doing this doesn't mean I've stopped my note story, as I said in the beginning, I just have writer's block with that story. Reviews are greatly appreciated and will make me all fuzzy on the inside like a fuzzy and furry Sesame Street character. : )