Sweeney Todd: The Aftermath

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd nor will I ever. Singing script/lyrics all belongs to Stephen Sondheim control of the music and lyrics.

A/N: I'm sorry if you should spot any spelling errors and such, there's most likely going to be a few though. Also this first chapter will contain a full recap of the ending of the movie.

DO NOT READ FIRST CHAPTER IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE MOVIE or unless you wanna spoil it for your self -.-

Warning: MAJOR ENDING SPOILERS, violence.

Setting: This story starts off when Toby is locked in the bakehouse below by Mrs. Lovett and Toby finds out what all the meat pies were really made of. First chapter is just going through the ending of the movie through a bit of Toby's view, like a recap. Then the story will start. Please enjoy And R&R if you may.

Chapter One: Insidious Discrepancy

"Lemme Out! Please, Lemme Out," cried Toby as he banged his fists against the heavy, locked, iron door. "Lemme Out!"

Toby turned his back to the door. Panicking now, his eyes ventured back to the dead body that appeared out of the chute in the ceiling and then for another passage out. His breathing turned heavy as he looked quickly, hands shaking and heart beating out of control.

'I don't have to much time, damn it,' Toby thought to himself. He started to pace through the small, over heated room, eyes still searching, begging for an escape. 'Dead bodies, scattered remains, the oven, and the pies. I'm going to die! Please, help!'

Toby felt a hopeless urge to cry, he looked down. Then, he spotted it. Beneath him laid a sewer grate, the excuse Mrs. Lovett made up for the stench in the room. His escape was the old catacombs of the sewers. His hands quickly fastened around the cold, steel bars and pulls.

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The heavy locks were pulled out of place and the door hastily pushed open where two human figures appeared.

"Toby?" questioned Mrs. Lovett. "Where is he?" Nellie Lovett and Sweeney Todd looked around the room carefully. Her look holding worry and concern while her company held only disgust and the urge to now slice the boy's fragile neck. Sweeney secured his grip around the razor he brought. Mrs. Lovett broke the steady silence between them and the crinkled noises from the burning oven. "Toby… Where are you, love?"

"Toby?" said Sweeney Todd with a monotone voice.

They couldn't sight Toby anywhere within that small room, but Toby was there the whole time… beneath them, running as fast as he could through the sewers before they found it, too.

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He ran faster as he heard their voices again.

"Nothing's going to harm you… Not while I'm around…" sang Mrs. Lovett gently, using the same lullaby as Toby had used when he sang to her.

"Toby!?" repeated Sweeney.

Toby started to walk now, staying close to the dark corners of the sewer tunnels, careful to not be heard by his footsteps. His skin became damp with sweat and heart still pounding.

'Don't come closer. Please, Mrs. Lovett. Don't lead him to me,' thought Toby. He didn't know what to do. He was so close to Mrs. Lovett… the women he swore to protect and yet just as close to Mr. Todd… the man who was going to kill him. 'Why can't Mrs. Lovett see past him? He doesn't even charm her, yet she loves him.' Sewer rats crawled past him in hurry as well as a few roaches. Explained why Mrs. Lovett's shop was infested with them.

"Where are you hiding!?" Mrs. Lovett's voice filled Toby's head again. He badly wanted to say something to her, but the images back in the bakehouse with the dead bodies and Mr. Todd's presents with her kept his mouth shut.

"Toby!?" Sweeney yelled once more.

"Nothing's going to harm you, darling… Not while I'm around." As their footsteps grew louder, Toby inched deeper into the sewers.

"Toby!?" Sweeney Todd's voice now shown irritation as it boomed through the eerie tunnels.

'They're coming closer,' thought Toby. 'I-I can't do this. I'm scared, mum! Keep him away!' Toby couldn't move now. His body stiffened with fright. His heart continued to pound with increasing noise. It produced such a loud sound to his ears that he was afraid it would give his spot away, but suddenly the distant footsteps stopped and low voices were heard.

"He has to be down here somewhere," Mrs. Lovett's voice came first. "Oh, poor dear. He must be scared to death, wish there was a way to make him understand our business."

"Forget him for now," Sweeney's voice now came, in the same irritated tone as before with a hint of frustration yet distraction. "He has to come back up sometime. Just wait for him in the bakehouse. I have other things I must attend to. The judge might come for the girl Anthony was to bring… Another chance at last."

"Very well then, love. Just hope he's ok. Such a young boy…" but before Mrs. Lovett could finish, Toby could hear Sweeney walking off and then Mrs. Lovett shortly.

Toby's heart was still pounding but his fright began to level down. He then buckled under the weight of his own body onto the stone floor panting. Eyes looked around his surroundings; rats passing, from the filthy sewage water, to the cold stone walls all moist and decaying.

'Mrs. Lovett was now alone with Mr. Todd,' Toby struggled to keep that in mind. 'I can't protect her if I'm going to be like this, but if I come up I'm going to be killed by Mr. Todd.' Toby groaned and ran a hand through his messy, dark hair. Things seem harder to accomplish when actually confronted rather than said.

"How the bloody hell am I going to face Todd?" Toby finally spoke, voice cracking. "Why doesn't Mum see that demon that breathes beside her? All those people who came to the barber." Toby thought about all the connections, small things that have always been in the corner of his mind but didn't have the time to pull it all together. Why did he never see those lone men, who came to Mr. Todd's shop for a simple shave, come back out. The bakehouse that was placed directly under the barber shop above it, which he just found, had a chute leading to it. The fresh meat delivered daily even though they didn't have the money for it. All down to the point where he took a bite out of his last meat pie and a nasty toe came out. Toby's conscious felt dim now as he waited in silence for the feeling in his legs to come back. Silence, time he'd used to gather his thoughts together and just relax for the moment. Toby closed his eyes…

"AHH!!" A loud shriek pierced the air. Only one person came into Toby's mind as his eyes flew open again.

"Mrs. Lovett!"

In that exact moment, Toby shot up and ran.

Seconds passed as Toby jolted through the dark sewers, coming closer to the manhole leading to the bakehouse once more.

"DIE!" Mrs. Lovett's voice came again. "GOD IN HEAVEN-- DIE!!"

'NO! What's happening to her!?' Toby's thoughts screamed. 'MRS. LOVETT!'

A light was becoming more visible as he got closer and closer to the exit. Finally, he was at the grate but hesitated to push it out of the way and rush forth to Mr. Lovett for there was another voice.

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"You…" whispered Mrs. Lovett as her panting came to a halt. She stood there for a moment as she heard footsteps coming down the stairway to the bakehouse and quickly ran to a nearby body of a woman. Iron doors were slammed open.

"Why did you scream?" came Mr. Todd. His clothes was completely splattered in blood as was his blade that he held in one hand.

Mrs. Lovett struggled to pull the body over to the fiery oven as she faced him to answer. "Oh, he was clucking onto my dress but he's finished now," she referred to Judge Turpin, the other body laying close by, all her words came out in a rush as she still pulled the womans body towards the oven.

"I'll take care of it," Sweeney Todd responded as he walks to her side. "Open the door." Mrs. Lovett still concentrated on pulling the body, but Sweeney ripped her arms away and pushed her to the oven. "Open the door, I said."

Mrs. Lovett gasped at this move as horror struck her body, Sweeney pulled his blood stained sleeves back. She followed his instructions though, not knowing what else to do. She hurried to the burning oven, unlocked it and pulled it open. Light filled the room as the fire was shown ragging within. Mr. Todd took a better look at Mrs. Lovett as the light exposed her expression. She was full of devastation as she looked down at the body at Sweeney Todd's feet. His eyes looked down, too.

He looked hard, for the dead human shown… resembles of someone he once knew. Light, long, wavy, blond hair scattered over the ragged, old, worn clothing. Facial features were light and gentle… and pale.

Mr. Todd took a step closer and slowly kneeled down to pushed the smooth bangs out of the way. His face was indescribable, a mixture of different emotions filled him as he now lightly move the body on its back. And there laid a beautiful woman, looks worn down and showing years of discomfort.

Lucy Barker…

Todd's soft whisper cracked the awkward silence. "Don't I know you… she said." Mrs. Lovett's face quivered as did Mr. Todd's, but for quite the opposite reasons. "You knew she lived…"

Mrs. Lovett shook her head slowly as she responded. "I was only thinking of you." He looked up at her now.

"You lied to me…"

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Toby stood there under them almost frozen, he couldn't move again. He knew that this was going to be it, Mrs. Lovett, the woman he vowed to protect, was going to die.

Foolishness…

--

She shook her head slowly once more. She began her rationalization in a song as did he, each new sentence interrupting the last.

"No, no, not lied at all. No, I never lied."

"Lucy…"

"Said she took the poison, she did. Never said that she died."

"I've come home again…"

"Poor thing, she lived. But it left her weak in the head. All she did for months was just lie there in bed."

"Lucy…"

"Should've been in the hospital, wound up in Bedlam instead. Poor thing!"

"Oh, my god…"

"Better you should think she was dead. Yes, I lied 'cos I love you!"

"Lucy…"

"I'd be twice the wife she was! I love you!"

"What have I done!?"

"Could that thing have cared for you like me-?"

Suddenly, Mr. Todd snapped up and turned quickly to Mrs. Lovett. He stared her down and started to walk towards her as she backed away. He began singing again but in a more cheery tune.

"Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder, eminently practical and yet appropriate as always, as you've said repeatedly, there's little point in dwelling on the past."

Mr. Todd came closer as his hands beckoned her to come but she continued to back away 'til she was cornered to a wall. Mrs. Lovett's face reflected in the razors blade.

"No, come here, my love…"

"Did you mean it? Everything I did I swear I thought was only for the best."

"Not a thing to fear, my love…"

"Believe me!"

"What's dead is dead."

"Can we still be married?"

Mr. Todd then swiftly grabbed Mrs. Lovett in a waltz position and started to dance around the room. Mrs. Lovett knew this would be her last moment, but allowed Sweeney Todd to take her anyhow.

"The history of the world, my pet…" Mr. Todd started again.

"Oh Mr. Todd, Ooh Mr. Todd, leave it to me."

"Is learn forgiveness and try to forget."

"By the sea, Mr. Todd, we'll be comfy-cozy. By the sea Mr. Todd, where there's no one nosy."

The two continue to waltz but now Sweeney led her closer to the burning oven. The heat against Mrs. Lovett's back by each pass became unbearable now with the thought of Todd's triumph in luring her to her death. She thought back, as they drew closer to the oven, of Tobias Ragg… The warnings and his pleadings of her to come and run away from Sweeney Todd. Why didn't she listen she thought repeatedly, but the warmth that Sweeney's hands gave off gave Mrs. Lovett her answer...

The waltz continued with Sweeney singing.

"And life is for the alive, my dear. So, let's keep living it!"

This was it, Mrs. Lovett chose to sing her last note with Mr. Todd.

"Just keep living it, REALLY LIVING IT--!"

At that moment, Sweeney Todd lifted Mrs. Lovett off her feet and tosses her straight into burning hot oven, she didn't show resistance as he did this. The fire engulfed her form.

A series of screams now filled the room, each more louder than the next, as Nellie Lovett's living flesh burned in the inferno. Sweeney took a short look of anxiety and closed the heavy locked door of the oven shut with Mrs. Lovett inside, screaming and faint sounds of banging were still heard but after a short minute they were extinguished.

Mr. Todd turned back to the body of his dead wife, dropping his blade that he killed her with in the process. Slowly walking back and coming to a halt at her side and coming down to hold her in his arms, he begins singing in distressing.

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Toby…

He stood there in complete shock. Mrs. Lovett's screams burned into his heart just as the fire burned through her flesh. He was in pain for he lost someone he cared for deeply, the person who took him in after Pirelli died. Of course, he didn't know his previous guardian had died from Mr. Todd himself at first. His mind was empty now, couldn't think.

Utter shock.

And then, he heard that voice again… That demonic voice.

Mr. Todd.

Toby started his move by slowly lifting the sewer grate, being careful not to alarm Mr. Todd of his presence.

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Sweeney Todd, or "Benjamin Barker," sat on the ground with his back facing away from Toby's position, holding his beloved, dead wife, Lucy Barker.

"There was a barber and his wife,

And she was beautiful…

A foolish barber and his wife,

She was his reason and his life…

And she was beautiful.

And she was virtuous.

And he was…"

Sweeney then cut himself short, for he felt something new… and odd in the room. He became aware of Toby directly behind him, the atmosphere shifted.

Toby spotted Todd's razor he had dropped earlier and carefully picked it up.

This was it. Toby's' revenge. Sweeney did not move but merely looked straight ahead.

Neither saying a word, Toby holds the razor to Todd's bare neck. A slight moment was heard where the piercing of the fragile skin slid in motion with the razor and it was done. Sweeney Todd's head now fell foward as though it was staring at his wife and the blood poured out of his neck like a river.

Toby did not say a word as he walked out of the room with the silver razor, now covered in fresh blood.

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The sky was dark and gloomy as black smog from Mrs. Lovett's meat pie shop still filled the air with a horrible stench. It was nearing midnight.

A worn Toby walked out of the shop doors, no expression shown on his face. He appeared empty or even dead. His pale skin reflected in the night as he took each step slow.

Faint noises of people walking in the night and cats going through the trash could be heard but all this was blocked out of Toby's head.

He stopped at a nearby bench where the costumers who came to the shop ate and sat down. He sighed.

"Mrs. Lovett…" he finally spoke. Even mentioning her name hurt the poor boy so he said no more as he sat there for some time.

All of it happened so fast, he wasn't ready for this. He never really experienced having a loved one die before neither committing murder. Being an orphan at the factory or under the command of Signor Pirelli appeared a better stance than what he was holding right now. He didn't have any clue as to what to do. Nothing but a small lullaby ran through his head now.

"Nothing's gunna harm you,

Not while I'm around…

Nothing's gunna harm you, no sir,

Not while I'm around…" Toby's eyes began to water.

"Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays…

I'll send 'em howling. I don't care, I got ways."

Up above where Toby sat, the barber shop's door creaked opened and a head peered through slowly.

"No one's gunna hurt you,

No one's gunna dare.

Others can desert you, not a worry.

Whistle, I'll be there."

The figure up above now quietly walked out of the door and leaned on the railing to view the boy singing. A smile appeared on its face.

"Demons will charm you with a smile, for a while.

But in time, nothing can harm you,

Not while I'm around…" Toby stopped there as he heard a light, gentle laugh. He looked up. Toby couldn't tell who it was at first because of the bad lighting but he scrambled up on his feet and was ready to run for his life. He didn't want anymore trouble nor hurt from anybody.

"Wait! Please don't go. I didn't mean to startle you like that," the silhouette figure's voice held concern, not harm. Toby stopped, he also realized he still had the razor in his hands. He looked back up at the human and squinted, trying to distinguish the person. Still couldn't tell who it was but looked like another factory boy from the clothing.

"Who are you?" asked Toby.

Hesitation.

"I'm not quite sure I'm to tell you, I won't be here long you see," it claimed. "I'll be leaving soon after one other comes."

Toby thought for a moment. "Will you come down at least?"

Another hesitation.

"Well… Alright," it said as it started down the stairway to the small plaza made only for the Meat Pie Shop's purpose. "I'm sure it wouldn't hurt, but you seem a little young to be out here. Are you perhaps working for anyone?" The figure stopped in it's tracks as soon as this was asked.

"No," Toby replied while noticing this but he didn't feel as though it should matter, not much seemed to matter at the time. "I used to work as a assistant here, at this shop, but-" He had cut himself short, he didn't want random people knowing what happened here tonight. "-but the store ran out of business not to long ago. I just come and visit the shop every now and then... Keep her nice and tidy."

"Oh, that's awfully nice of you," the figure was now down on the same plaza as Toby and walked closer to him 'til they were an arms length away from each other. It gave Toby a few moments to realize that this person wasn't a factory boy at all, but a young woman, and quite beautiful he thought. "Well, you don't seem to be a threat…"

She holds a hand out. "I'm Johanna Barker. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

TBC...

A/N: I'm sorry that the first chapter's just alot of the stuff from the movie, but now i can start my story. Hope you liked it. Please Read & Review if you'd like. Thank you. :)