Well, here it is...the final chapter of SABOT (as I dub it). It took forever to get this chapter right, and I'm worried it still isn't exactly perfect, but then again, nothing really is! Well then, enough of my jabbering! You have a chapter to read (and review--hint hint, nudge nudge).

Marzi-I hadn't answered this yet, so here ya go! I never said this in the story, but I always thought that even though Anthony and Johanna get married and run away, eventually they run into Toby and 'adopt' him. Then again, that's just how I imagined this...

Lily Yamamoto-Yes, that's it! She bought cheap hair dye!

Mr. Rainbows-I'm actually glad you felt that way!

AccioSev-That's a very good point! I never fully realized that! Hmm...in the movie, only the begger woman smells it, though. I wonder why?

Disclaimer-I gave up on those a while ago...they make me feel too sad...But I don't own the lyrics to Whisper! That belongs to Evanescence! It just happened to suit the chapter.

Ch.22 Never Forgive and Never Forget

Catch me as I fall

Say you're here and it's all over now

He was waiting for her when she came. And he had made a decision: no matter what, the girl was not Lucy. And the voice that gave him the offer in the first place? He must've been the Devil in disguise, luring Sweeney back to life to cause mayhem. After all, as long as the girl had seemed like Mrs. Lovett, he had been killing people.

But Sweeney hated being a pawn in some sort of game. And so he wasn't going to play by the rules anymore.

I'll just kill her as well.

Speaking to the atmosphere

No one's here and I fall into myself

She entered the room, her wet hair slapping against her back. The flickering firelight of the ancient oven showed a blank look upon her face—until she caught sight of the bloody maniac standing merely a few feet away.

"You," she said, her voice laced with contempt.

This truth drives me into madness

I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away…if I will it all away

"You killed her, you bastard."

Sweeney Todd watched Evy she spoke. She sounded so much unlike Lucy that it was like screeching to his ears.

But she's not Lucy, remember?

Maybe that was why the Demon Barber was also proud of the anger in Evy's voice, and the fact that he had been the one to cause it.

Don't turn away (don't give in to the pain)

Don't try to hide (though they're screaming your name)

"Why did you kill her?" Evy asked, inwardly surprised at her calmness.

Sweeney gave the smallest twitch of a smile. "We all deserve to die," he answered plainly. His words had the desired effect.

"THAT'S YOUR EXCUSE? 'WE ALL DESERVE TO DIE'?" the blonde shouted, clenching her hands into tight fists. "HOLLY WAS MY FRIEND! YOU HAD NO RIGHT!"

Don't close your eyes (God knows what lies behind them)

Don't turn out the lights (never sleep, never die)

The fury erupted. In a blur, Evy launched herself at Sweeney, swinging her fists everywhere. The startled Sweeney responded by slashing at her with his razor, cutting through her black shirt and into her arm.

Evy yelped, but ignored the pain. She didn't need pain right now-she needed revenge. With a loud yell she drove her fist into Sweeney's stomach.

Sweeney gasped for air before realizing—it didn't hurt. Grimacing, he threw the girl off with unknown strength.

Perhaps I was wrong. The Devil still has use for me.

But he wasn't going to let that happen. He would not be drawn into another killing spree. He was going to kill Evy—not Lucy—and then disappear.

I'm frightened by what I see

But somehow I know that there's much more to come

Evy landed on her left arm, fracturing it enough to where another hit like that, and it'd break. I don't care! He killed Holly. He killed Jacob. HE KILLED HOLLY! "You son of a bitch!" she cried, tears of unknown origin slipping down her red face. She leapt at him again, clawing at whatever she could reach.

Sweeney just calmly swiped his razor at her, cutting her multiple times and spilling blood, both his and hers, onto the wet floor. She was fighting back, resulting in his getting sliced a few times.

Immobilized by my fear

And soon to be blinded by tears

The fight was taking its toll on Evy, and she knew it. Wearily, she kicked at Sweeney, but her kick was so weak that it stopped in midair and fell to the ground. I can't go on, she realized, her anger leaving her and fear replacing it.

Sweeney saw this, and gave a dark chuckle. All the memories of his life—Lucy, Judge Turpin, Mrs. Lovett, Holly, Cody, Jacob—and their deaths swirled around in his head, blocking his vision.

I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away...

If I will it all away

He saw himself, impatient beyond measure, and unwilling to let his prey get away this time, easily slice the crazed beggar woman's neck—

--he saw himself stabbing the Judge after waiting after so long, and the precious rubies that coated both him and his beloved razor—

--he saw himself killing different people as Mrs. Lovett skinned the meat for her pies—

--and he saw himself dancing with Mrs. Lovett, a gleeful look on her face as they twirled around with false promises, and he saw how hatred changed his face (and how fear changed hers) when he threw her into her own oven. He remembered her screams, and how she'd burned, and how she'd been crying as she died, and how he'd just looked at her, venom lining his bloody face.

Don't turn away (don't give in to the pain)

Don't try to hide (though they're screaming your name)

He saw Cody when he'd killed him, and Jennifer, and Jacob (oh, how much fun that'd been!). He saw himself mauling the girl, Holly, and remembered the vast amount of pleasure he'd felt as her blood sprayed his body.

Don't close your eyes (God knows what lies behind them)

Don't turn out the lights (never sleep, never die)

Evy watched the barber as he advanced towards her, a wild look in his onyx eyes. She crawled away, fear guiding her movements. But she'd done so in vain—there was a stone wall behind her, blocking her escape.

Fallen angels at my feet

Whispered voices at my ear

Slowly, she pulled herself up. She took a deep breath, accepting her imminent death. After all, at least she'd be with Holly, right?

Death before my eyes

Lying next to me I fear

But there was a nagging though in the back of her brain. If she died here, in London, England, who'd tell her parents? How would they know that their beloved daughter was murdered in a different country?

She beckons me shall I give in

Upon my end shall I begin

Sweeney came closer, dropping his razor to the floor. The blade landed upwards, but he had no use for it now. He wanted to kill her through suffocation. Make her suffer.

Evy glanced at the floor. It was slick with blood, and there was only one chance for her to live. Should I take it?

Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end

Evy closed her eyes and shoved. Her arms made contact with Sweeney's body, catching him off guard. Due to the slippery floor, he found himself slipping and falling—

Don't turn away (don't give in to the pain)

Don't try to hide (though they're screaming your name)

--directly onto his upturned razor. There was a blinding pain, and Sweeney looked at himself. He could feel the razor embedded in his back, and in his lung. He could feel the blood pouring in, drowning him!

He reached behind him and felt the cool silver of his precious friend. With a grunt, he pulled it out, and stared at it in fascination, feeling himself grow faint. He was dying, and he knew it.

Evy watched in horror. She'd done it! She'd killed him! But he was still alive! She watched (without watching) as he pulled the razor out and admired its blood-tainted blade. With shock, she watched as he rose towards her. "Lu…I'm…s…Lu…cy," Sweeney hissed, trying to form words through gritted teeth.

Don't close your eyes (God knows what lies behind them)

Don't turn out the lights (never sleep, never die)

And so the Demon Barber of Fleet Street died yet for a second time.

Evy watched as he fell to the ground, killed by his own razor, a pool of crimson surrounding.

She saw without seeing, and walked (without walking) towards the body. She let her hand grab the razor of its own free will before turning away. I did it for you, Holly, she vaguely thought as she walked into the still-storming night. It was all for you.

Servatis a paraculum

Servatis a maledicum

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