Disclaimer: I don't own a single Sweeney related thing!!!! XD

This is just a little something I came up with the other day. It isn't very long, but I think it's really intense. Reviewers will be rewarded!! In Sweeney's point of view.

Final Thoughts

A crack of light shows on the floor from the oven being open so I can throw the Judge into the flame. So I can smell his burning flesh and feel satisfied. So I can watch his bones burn, his skull cave in on itself.

But as the light reaches the form of the beggar woman, her silhouette catches my eye. Her nose…her lips..like my Lucy. Identical to my Lucy.

I stop midstep, mesmerized by the likeness. I drop to my knees and life her head, heavy and lolling from her severed neck. Her tattered hat falls to the dingy blood covered floor and tresses of matted, yet golden, hair fall from under it. The exact color I remember- like wheat.

She lied to me. Mrs. Lovett lied. I thought she cared about my revenge. But there was no need to tell me that my wife, the reason for all of this, was alive. Dead now, by the blade of my own knife. Ironic, really.

I killed her. I killed my Lucy. My blood runs cold as realization hits. I feel sick. I am so angry.

As I stand, I sing to the bloody wench, whose fault this whole this is. I lament for my Lucy. I sing Lovett into a false sense of security. Yes of course we can still be married. Yes of course we can live by the sea. We are dancing on the floor slick with my wife's blood.

"--Really living it!"

Screams echo through the basement as the scent of burning flesh mixes with the stench of decaying bodies jammed into the meat grinder. I watch her burn, see the flames engulfing her hair, incinerating her bones.

As the screams die away, I step away from the oven. I stumble to my knees beside Lucy's corpse. I am not going to cry. I won't let myself.

I realize my razor is not in my hand, and also that I don't care. Lucy is dead.

"There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful. A foolish barber and his wife, she was his reason and his life…"

I hear the sewer hatch open. I know it is Toby. Everyone else is dead.

"And she was virtuous…"

I hear him pick up my razor- the small metallic chink. Come on, Toby. Kill me. Do it! I lift my head, exposing my neck, encouraging him to make the cut.

"And he was…"

I feel the cold sting of the blade, quickly doused by the warm flow of my blood. You may think little Tobias Ragg had done me a favor, killing me. That I am now to be reunited with my Lucy.

You are wrong. Where she has gone, I cannot follow. I am doomed to endless turmoil, heat and burning.

And I deserve it.

Like I said, not very long. But pretty intense. I don't know, I got bored in school and had the Final Scene song stuck in my head. Did you like it? Hate it? I don't care! Tell me in a review!! And I will….give you…a…cookie!!!! Thanks for reading.