That evening, Lucy sat in the pie shop with Nellie in her lap. She gently stroked the cat's back with one hand while she held the razor Mr. Todd had given her in the other. She opened it up and gazed at the blade; it was absolutely beautiful, it almost looked brand new. She gazed at her reflection in the blade; she wondered how she could be related to any of her family.

There was a knock at the window. Lucy jumped in her seat and looked up to see a beggar woman dressed in filthy rags and a tattered bonnet standing outside the window closest to her; the little girl cried out in fright and quickly backed away. Nellie hissed in fright as she jumped out of Lucy's lap.

"Excuse me, little one." The woman said. "Could you spare an old woman a little money or food?"

"I-I, um…" Lucy stammered, unsure of what to say.

"Oye! What're you doing out there?!" An unfamiliar voice yelled. "Go away! Go on, scat! You ain't welcome here! Scram!"

Lucy looked behind her to see a woman with frizzy hair and pale skin walking over to the door, opening it, and waving a towel at the beggar to make her go away. When she was gone, the woman went back inside and locked the front door before turning her head to look at Lucy.

"Hello there, little one." The woman said kindly.

"Um… hello." Lucy said nervously. "Who are you?"

"Name's Mrs. Lovett, dear. Lovely to meet you, Lucy."

Lucy paused before reluctantly taking the woman's hand. "How do you know my name?"

"Sweeney Todd told me about you, dear. He said you're gonna be staying with us for a while."

"You know Mr. Todd?"

"Of course; we are neighbors, after all."

Nellie meowed and brushed herself against Lucy's leg.

"And who's this?" Mrs. Lovett asked.

"This is Nellie." Lucy replied. "I found her on the streets earlier today. Mr. Todd let me keep her; he was actually the one who came up with her name."

"Is that so? Hello, Nellie."

Mrs. Lovett knelt down and reached out her hand to pet the cat, but Nellie suddenly hissed and with one swift motion, the cat scratched her in response. Mrs. Lovett cried out in surprise and covered her scratched arm with her other hand as Lucy gasped.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." She said. "I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, no it's fine, dear." Mrs. Lovett said. "Nothing serious, see?"

She showed the girl her right arm and Lucy was surprised to see a long scratch going up from Mrs. Lovett's wrist up to her elbow. But the odd thing was that were was no blood, not even a drop. This made Lucy's own blood run cold as well as the hairs on the back of her neck stand up; she didn't know what to think of this woman and she was frightened.

"Um… I'm sorry, but I think I hear Mr. Todd calling me." Lucy stuttered, grabbing her razor, stuffing it into her pocket, and heading for the door leading to Mr. Todd's shop.

Before Mrs. Lovett could properly respond, Lucy was already outside with Nellie right behind her. But she didn't go upstairs like she said; instead, she hid under them and held her kitten close.

"Miss Lucy?" A voice asked.

Lucy turned her head and saw Benny from earlier standing on the other side of the fence surrounded the outdoor dining area. She smiled.

"Benny? What are you doing here?" She asked, walking over to him.

"I was just out and about." Benny replied. "But what are you doing here?"

"This is where I'm staying."

"Really? I thought this place was abandoned."

"Are you sure? It wasn't empty when I first arrived. Two other people live here, a barber and a pie chef."

Benny's eyes widened; he looked at Lucy. "Did you say a barber and a pie chef?"

"Yes, why?" Lucy asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.

"You don't know? I heard that—"

"Benny Ragg! What are you doing?" A shrill voice called.

A woman with dirty blonde hair and wearing a green dress suddenly approached; from what Lucy could tell, it was Benny's mother.

"I thought I told you this place was dangerous." The woman said before noticing Lucy; she looked at her son. "Are you not going to introduce us?"

"Oh, right. Mother, this is Lucy. She's a friend." Benny said.

"Nice to meet you, mum." Lucy said politely.

"Nice to meet you too, dear." The woman said. "So… what's a sweet little one like you doing in a place like this?"

"I, um…" Lucy nervously rubbed her hand.

"She's staying here, mother." Benny chimed in.

"With friends or family?" The woman asked.

"Um, just a friend." Lucy responded.

"You sound unsure. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Uh, yes ma'am. I'm fine, I promise."

"Maybe you should come home with us. We can give you all you need."

"What? Oh, no. You don't have to do that. I wouldn't want to be a bother. I'm perfectly fine here."

"Nonsense, you're no bother. Now come on, let's go."

The woman then grabbed Lucy's hand and tried to walk away with her, but Lucy didn't want to go. The little girl pulled, but the older woman pulled harder.

"No." Lucy said.

"What? I said, you're not a bother. Come on." Benny's mother insisted.

"I said no!"

It went back and forth; Lucy struggled to get free and the woman wouldn't let go. Benny just stood on the sidelines, unsure of who to help or what to do.

"Agh! Stop! Let go of me!" Lucy cried, shutting her eyes and pulling hard.

Then she waved her free hand… that was holding her open razor. Benny's mother suddenly let out a cry of shock and pain and she quickly let go of Lucy's wrist. Lucy opened her eyes and saw the woman holding her right cheek, which had a fresh cut on it. The girl looked at the razor in her hand and saw a tiny bit of blood on the blade. Her eyes widened.

"That was an accident." She said.

She narrowed her eyes at Lucy and took her son's hand; they started to walk away. "Come, Benny. We're going home."

"Bye." Benny whispered.

"Bye." Lucy whispered back.

The moment they were both out of sight, Lucy ran up the stairs into Mr. Todd's room. She breathed heavily, unsure of what just transpired out there.

"Everything alright, love?" Mr. Todd's voice asked. He was standing near his chair, sharpening another razor on a piece of wood.

"Hmm? Oh, um… yes, Mr. Todd. Everything's fine." Lucy lied.

Mr. Todd looked up to see Lucy looking away from him in fear. He dropped is wood, put the razor in his pocket, and walked over to her.

"Tell me what happened." He said.

Lucy frowned. "…I hurt someone with my razor." Mr. Todd remained silent. "But I didn't mean to hurt her. I swear. She was holding my hand really tight and she tried to take me away and I was only defending myself. I cut her cheek with the razor. I'm sorry." She shut her eyes as tears started to fall from them.

"Lucy, I'm not mad." He calmly said.

The girl's eyes flew open; she looked at Mr. Todd. "You're not?"

"Of course not. You had to protect yourself; you did what you had to do."

A tiny smile made its way onto Lucy's face.

"But you must remember; only use the razor if someone is trying to harm you, nothing else. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Good." Mr. Todd gave her a tiny smile.


"I'm telling you there's something wrong with that girl." Benny's mother ranted as she paced the floor of her home. "Living in a place that's been abandoned for years? Who does that?"

"Maybe she's telling the truth, mum." Benny said timidly.

"Well, I don't believe her. And neither should you. I don't want you to see that girl again."

"What?! No, you can't do that!"

"Oh, yes I can. Benny, that girl could be trouble. She had a razor on her; a razor of all things!"

"Where did you say this girl was living again?" A third voice asked.

"The old pie shop on Fleet Street." She replied turning around to face her husband.

"Mackenzie… I think she might be in danger." A young man with dark brown hair and pale skin said as he stood up from the table.

"Are you sure, dad?" Benny asked.

"Of course, son." The man said. "And you're mother's right. I don't think you should be going over there anymore. It's too dangerous for children."

"That's what I'm saying. We need to get her away from that place."

"But how are we going to do that, Toby?" His wife asked.

"That's what we need to figure out." Toby said, furrowing his brow.