A/N: Haha...that's nice. I got myself to write Sweeney Todd. Hope it's okay...it's weird, and I just forgot the whole thing and I cannot remember what is going to happen next chapter. Anyone got any ideas for the next chapter..anyone?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...don't sue...
His mind didn't even register. From the moment he ripped her throat open, he knew he made a mistake. Somewhere, deep inside him, something died, but he ignored it as the Judge walked in, an expectant look on his face. Now he cradled the same woman in his arms, now knowing the truth. He looked up at Mrs Lovett.
"Come here my love, not a thing to fear, my love. What's dead, is dead," he sang softly, the pain imminent in his voice
Mrs Lovett didn't believe him for a second, and when he didn't pick up the razor, she relaxed, slightly.
"Now Mr Todd…no need to get too hasty…I was only doing it for you." She said as he stood up, moving closer
"Come here!" he bellowed
"Please Mr Todd," she said, looking around for something to hit him with.
She closed the oven door and she saw his lips twitch. He advanced on her, his razor now mysteriously in his hand. She let out a sob and tried to reach the other side of the room, but he cut her off and grabbed her arm roughly.
"Mrs Lovett," he whispered into her ear
He pushed her onto the floor roughly, bending over her with the razor at her throat.
"Mr Todd. Please. I don't want to die," she whimpered and his arm dropped gently.
"Neither did the Judge," he said, a growl in his voice.
Suddenly he cursed and the razor dropped from him hand, his whole arm dropping as he buckled. Mrs Lovett stood up, letting the razor drop. Toby stood behind Sweeney, having just kicked him in the back of the knee.
"Run Ma'am," he cried "Don't worry bout me!"
Mrs Lovett winced, knowing what was to become of the boy. She nodded and prayed for him, running up the stairs, locking the bake-house door and into the barber's room. She felt silly, staying in the building, but she didn't know what else to do.
"Ma'am? Are you okay?" Anthony's voice asked and she turned around, startled.
"Oh. God. Um. Sorry…Anthony. You and Johanna go outside and don't cross Mr Todd. He aint feeling himself…and he's a bit angry. I'm gonna help him. Don't leave yet, cuz I think Mr T wants to talk to ya. So…go down to….well….go down to the Judges house….he's gone. He ain't gonna come back anymore. Just wait there, and hurry!" she said, speaking quickly.
Anthony and Johanna nodded and quickly left the barber room without a word, and Mrs Lovett started getting worried again. She stood there for a little while, wondering when he would come up. Suddenly she heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs. She didn't pick up a razor that was sitting on the chair, but she backed up into the corner, already knowing that if her plan didn't work, it would be the end of her.
The door opened, and Mr Todd walked in, his expression beyond angry. He looked around the room for her, his razor dripping with blood.
"You killed him…didn't you?" she asked, referring to Toby.
"Where are you woman?" he snarled, his eyes still searching.
She realised she was in a dark corner, and mixed with her dress, he didn't see anything. She felt foolish as she stepped forward, almost inviting him to hurt her. He looked at her with surprise, and then looked at her as if she was stupid.
"Look…before you kill me…" she stifled a sob, and tried to continue talking. "But I didn't lie! Lucy is dead……as dead as Benjamin Barker. She wouldn't have remembered anything. Please Mr Todd…believe me."
He scowled at her, but tried not to admit to himself that she was right.
"Go on…" she muttered, lifting her head up, giving him clear access to her neck.
He walked forward, and she winced, waiting for it. She was crying now, but silently, trying not to let him see. He was close now, she could feel his breath on her neck. It sent shivers down her spine, but she ignored it. Suddenly, he collapsed, and she looked down. He grabbed her dress, silently sobbing into it.
She bent down, trembling and look the razor from his hand, throwing it across the far side of the room.
"Mr T…you okay love?" she asked, taking his pale hand.
"I'm sorry…" he muttered, standing up and flinching away from her
"Wot for?" she asked gently.
"Everything. I'm leaving." He said, looking away.
He bent over the floor, taking his razors from the hole and she backed up.
"Don't worry…I wont hurt ya again." He said and she sighed
"Don't go Mr T…" she said, walking towards him
His lips twitched gently and suddenly he smiled. A different smile, not a glare, but a genuine grin, but it disappeared almost instantly.
"Please stay," she whispered and embraced him tightly.
He dropped the razors and they fell to the floor with a crash, and his arms hesitantly wound themselves around her small frame.
"I love you Mr T…" she muttered
He didn't say anything, and rested his cheek on her shoulder. She pulled away from him and looked at him firmly.
"You're not leaving…and if you are, I'm coming with you!" she said and he sighed.
"We must leave. If the police, or anyone comes and notices anything…" he trailed off.
"Lets go," she said and he nodded, taking her hand gently.
He bent down and took his razors, then turned to her.
"Get ready…2 minutes," he said and she nodded
He looked around, grabbing a small bag and putting his clothes in. Finding a old wash-cloth, he wiped his face and changed his shirt, then he ran downstairs, to Mrs Lovett's room and looked around.
"Come on." He groaned
"Okay…gimmie a minute," she said, packing her last dress in her bag.
"Hurry…" he muttered, peering through the curtains.
"Oh god. Mr T…your daughter and that boy are down by the Judge's house….waiting for yer," she said, slapping her forehead.
He growled at the back of his throat at her and she picked up her bags.
"Come on," he growled, grabbing her arm and pulling her down the stairs.
They ran towards the judge's house, and when Johanna saw Sweeney, she gasped.
"Who's the bloke?" Sweeney asked, referring to Johanna.
The he looked at her properly.
"You were in my room…who are you?" he growled and Johanna whimpered, before taking off her hat and letting her long blond hair fall.
His lips twitched and his eyes darkened.
"Johanna?" he asked and she nodded, holding her hat close to her stomach.
"Oh god…" he muttered and turned to Mrs Lovett.
"She saw me kill Turpin…" he whispered and she gasped.
"Best not she know that you're her dad…" she said softly, and he nodded, his lips twitching once again.
They turned back and Sweeney smiled, trying to be happy, but, after fifteen years of plotting his revenge and being miserable, he was lacking in knowing how to be happy.
"Er...well. Anthony…could you come here….I would…like to tell you something," Sweeney muttered, in the happiest voice he could make.
"Mr Todd…is there something wrong with your voice?" Anthony asked and Sweeney's lips twitched.
"Look after Johanna. Keep her safe. I would like to hear from you…every month at least. Send a letter…come visit some time. Where are you going?" he said, his voice returning to its normal tone.
"Yes sir, we'll be in Wellington...how will we get your address sir?" Anthony smiled
"We'll write to you…I'll address it to Johanna…be careful." He said, and patted Anthony on the back.
He stuck his hand out and Sweeney shook it.
"Thank you for everything Mr Todd…"
"You're welcome Anthony…good luck,"
Anthony nodded and turned to Johanna, putting his arm around her thin frame. Sweeney tried not to look at them and stared at the ground.
"You remember to write…" Sweeney muttered and Johanna and Anthony nodded.
"Well…goodbye," Johanna said and they stepped into the carriage.
"Mrs Lovett's…I outta tell you something…I didn't kill Toby…We should go get him," Sweeney said, reluctance in his voice.
"Oh…god. Mr T…" she said, holding her dress up.
They ran towards the Pie shop, running into the basement. Toby lay there, unconscious, on the ground. Mrs Lovett frowned and looked at Sweeney.
"Do we take him or wot?" she asked and Sweeney nodded
"He knows what happened. If the police come, he'll be here, and he'll tell them…" Sweeney said, picking him up.
Mrs Lovett nodded and they went outside, where they had left the carriage.
"May I take the reins?" Sweeney asked the driver, as Mrs Lovett took out a wad of bills
The drivers' eyes lit up and he nodded, handing him the reins and jumping out.
"Thank you sir," Sweeney muttered, placing Toby into the carriage.
Mrs Lovett slid in next to Toby, leaning him against her and smiled at Sweeney.
"Will you be okay with him?" Sweeney asked
"Wot if he wakes up?" she asked and Sweeney stopped to think.
"Here…don't use it…just…threaten him," Sweeney said, pulling out a razor and handing it to her.
"Mr T…I can't…" she said
"Just in case…I don't want you getting hurt," he said and she smiled, taking the razor gingerly.
"We'll head towards Wellington…I don't wanna be too far away from Johanna…." He said and nodded.
He closed the carriage door and stepped . into the driver's seat.
"Har," he cried, and the horses went into action, trotting down Fleet Street.
People nodded and children waved at the well known barber, and he gave them an almost smile. When they got out of the main city, and the people and houses got fewer and fewer, he felt something rattling behind him. He stopped the horses and opened the carriage. Toby sat there, awake and smiling.
"How hard did you hit him love?" Mrs Lovett and Sweeney raised an eyebrow. "He don't remember anything before you 'im to go deliver that letter," Mrs Lovett said and smiled.
Sweeney Todd shook his head and climbed back onto the carriage. He started the horses and listened to the sound of the countryside.
"Are you OK Mr. T?" Mrs. Lovett asked.
He did not answer but he looked out across the valley and sighed. A few hours later, he stopped and they got out.
"We should stop to eat soon…" he muttered and Mrs Lovett nodded.
A/N: Okay...totally Lost...someone help!