Hello, folks! I'm sorry for the absence. College and all. I'm pretty much stumped about what to do for "I'm the Only One". However, I got a new idea right here. I hope you all like it. Enjoy!

Sweeney Todd bursted into the bake house to see Mrs. Lovett ripping her skirts away from a dying Judge Turpin. With a snarl, Sweeney lunged forward, pulling out his razor aggressively. Mrs. Lovett quickly backed away from him as he began to brutally stab Judge Turpin all over.

"Die, you bastard," the barber snarled. The Judge finally let out his last breath and became limp on the cold, cement floor of the bake house. Breathing hard, Sweeney turned and looked at Mrs. Lovett. She looked shaken and the bottom of her skirts had bloody hand prints on the bottoms from the Judge.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he put his razor away.

"Yes, I'm alright," She answered, putting a reassuring smile on her face. Mrs. Lovett turned and noticed the body of the old, beggar woman. Looking slightly shocked, she turned and looked at Sweeney with a questionable look on her face.

"Oy, why'd yeh kill her?" Sweeney looked down at the beggar with a slight scowl.

"She was in me shop earlier. The Judge was comin', so I had to get rid of her quickly," Sweeney answered simply. Mrs. Lovett looked back at the beggar.

"Poor thing, I'd see 'er wonderin' th' streets every now an' then. Even when times wos hard, I'd give 'er some money," Mrs. Lovett muttered gravely. She approached the body, getting ready to pick it up when she paused. Sweeney noticed this hesitation.

"Do you need help with her?" He asked as he rolled up his sleeves. Mrs. Lovett slowly backed away from the body, bringing a hand to her mouth. Concerned and slightly curious, Sweeney approached the baker.

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Lovett looked at Sweeney, her eyes wide and moist. Now Sweeney was really concerned. He grasped her shoulders firmly, causing her to jump slightly.

"Mrs. Lovett, tell me what's wrong," Sweeney ordered. She looked back at the body of the beggar and then back at him. Sweeney looked over at the beggar, releasing Mrs. Lovett. He approached the body curiously, kneeling down to get a closer look. It was then that it had hit him. Slowly, he turned the body over on its back. His eyes widening, Sweeney moved some of the stray hairs away from her face.

"Don't I know you…she said," He muttered softly. Mrs. Lovett closed her eyes, trying to fight the tears. After a moment, Sweeney slowly got up and faced Mrs. Lovett.

"You lied to me," He whispered darkly. Mrs. Lovett looked at him, shocked.

"Wot?"

"You told me that she had died!" Sweeney roared, pulling out his razor. Mrs. Lovett gasped as Sweeney roughly shoved her up against the wall. She stiffened up when she felt the cool metal from his razor press against her throat.

"You lied to me," he said again, getting ready for the kill.

"I did not lie, Mr. Todd, I thought that she had died!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed, trying not to have a heart attack. Sweeney tightened his grip on her, glaring into her eyes.

"Explain yourself." Mrs. Lovett took a shaky breath, looking beyond Sweeney to Lucy's body.

"After she 'ad poisoned herself, she wos bedridden for weeks. I did everythin' I could to 'elp her recover. One day, when I 'ad returned from the market, I discovered that she was gone. When I questioned me Albert, he said that she had died an' that she was carried off to th' morgue…" Mrs. Lovett closed her eyes, wishing this was a nightmare.

"I believed 'im, Mr. Todd. I didn't think he would lie t' me about somethin' like that," She said weakly. Sweeney softened his grip on her, watching as she collapsed to her knees. As she cried to herself, Sweeney looked at Lucy again. He walked over and picked her up in his arms, holding her close. Mrs. Lovett eventually got up and approached Sweeney. She rested her hand on his shoulder, causing him to tense up slightly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Todd." Sweeney closed his eyes.

"I know," He answered. Sweeney pulled away from Mrs. Lovett and approached the large bake oven. He turned his head slightly towards Mrs. Lovett.

"Open the door for me." Mrs. Lovett stared at Sweeney at a loss of words. Sweeney turned completely, his eyes flickering dangerously with rage.

"Mrs. Lovett, open the oven door." Snapping out of her state of shock, Mrs. Lovett went over and opened the oven door. The blazing heat was harsh, almost scorching her face. She backed out of the way, watching Sweeney uneasily as he got closer to the oven.

"Mr. Todd, don't do it," Mrs. Lovett said cautiously. Sweeney kept his back to her, looking down at Lucy with an odd feeling overtaking him.

"What's dead is dead, Mrs. Lovett." With that said, Sweeney tossed Lucy's body into the inferno. Mrs. Lovett was shocked by what she had just witnessed. Sweeney just threw the body of the woman who he has risked everything for into an oven. What shocked her more were his words.

What's dead is dead, Mrs. Lovett.

Sweeney turned and approached the bodies of the Beadle and the Judge. Mrs. Lovett watched as Sweeney hauled the bodies over to the oven. She walked over and assisted him with putting them into the oven. When that was done, the both of them pulled the oven door shut and locked it up. Sweeney stared at the oven, looking oddly calm and expressionless.

"Are you alright, love?" Mrs. Lovett asked him cautiously.

"Yes," Sweeney muttered, "I'm fine." He turned and began to head out of the bake house.

Mrs. Lovett watched him go, completely dumbfounded. He had just found out that he had killed his own wife and he's acting as if nothing had happened. This deeply concerned Mrs. Lovett. Sighing, she turned and gasped to see Toby standing near the entrance of the sewer.

"Toby," Mrs. Lovett whispered, more tears forming in her eyes. Toby ran into her arms, crying into her chest. Shocked and a bit relieved, Mrs. Lovett held Toby close and cried silently with him.

"I won't tell a soul, Mum! I swear I won't tell a soul," the boy sobbed.

"Easy, now," Mrs. Lovett whispered, rubbing his back, "Nothing's gonna harm yeh, Toby." Toby pulled away, looking up at Mrs. Lovett.

"Why, mum? Why did yeh agree to help 'im do all o' this?" Toby demanded as he gestured towards the grinder with all of the human meat inside.

"Because I love 'im, Toby," She answered honestly as she pulled Toby close. Toby gently rubbed her hand.

"Please, mum, be careful. You're th' only family I got. Th' law will find out about this eventually if the killings continue," he whispered. Mrs. Lovett smiled slightly.

"I promise you, Toby, that they'll be no more killings." Toby looked at her questionably.

"What if Mr. Todd doesn't agree?"

"Oh, I think 'e will. 'E's got 'is revenge, so he has no reason to continue," She answered, looking towards the ceiling, "Come along, Toby. Let's get yeh cleaned up." Both Toby and Mrs. Lovett got up and headed out of the bake house. Mrs. Lovett wasn't sure about how to feel about the events that took place that night. All she knew was that things were going to change, either for the best or the worst.

Sorry for the shittiness. I promise that this well get better. Now, don't expect updates everyday. I have to go to college and do a lot of work. I'll update as soon as I can. In the meantime, for those who have read "I'm the Only One", if you have any suggestions, please tell me. Thanks!