His hands shook but not with fear or cold but for satisfaction. It was over. His mind was finally at peace. He had killed the man who took away his family. Who took away his life and sent him to that retched place. He looked at the blood on his arm and his blade. He shall celebrate this victory. Yes, with wine. He shall take Mrs. Lovetts! They shall watch a play and it will be like old tims with Lucy! Lucy... he sat back down. Lucy, his poor Lucy. No, he wouldn't think of that. He looked over at the chest. What was that?An eye! Staring directly at him! Then it shut closed. He got up and walked over to the chest. When he opened it he saw a young boy. He has seen to much! He grabbed the collar of the boys shirt and pulled him up. Frightened little thing. Wait, that face,it looks so, so familiar. No, it must be one of those faces. SLASH! More blood. So much blood. It spilled onto the around his shoes. a little blood. No need to get worked up. He looked at the face once more. So very well. He picked up the boy and threw him wiped off as much blood as he could manage. Now then, where is Mrs. Lovett? He went down to the shop to find her walking up the steps. "Mrs. Lovetts, Oh Mrs. Lovetts! Let's leave. Let's go to the sea. Get Toby! Get packed!"
"Mr. Todd? Is something the matter?"
"No, no."
"Is he... did you...dead?"
"Yes my dear. It's over! My work is done!"
"Oh Mr.T! That's terrific! I'll get him now."
He turned towards the door. This was it. He would live the life he always dreamed.
***Three Years Later***
"Honey, I invited the neighbors over fo dinner tonight. Is that ok?" Mrs. Lovetts asked.
"Absolutly! What time?" Sweeney replied.
"Sixish"
"Sounds good."
"Toby, would you set the table?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
This is what I always wanted. It's all good now, right? I have a nice home and a good wife and a good working young man in my home. But shouldn't I be, happier?
The End...