Almost…
Sweeney Todd leaned against the dirty window, his breath fogging up the glass every few seconds. He thought about Lucy, Johanna…. Judge Turpin. That judge… if only he would just die, if only he would just catch the plague and die a horrible death. Slowly killing him, pleading for death to come, as Sweeney laughs and stabs him with his friend. Beads of crimson rubies staining the silver metal, no not just staining, swallowing the shiny blade with the tainted blood of that wicked man. Not just swallowing--
"Mista T?" the velvet voice of Mrs. Lovett interrupted the barber's thoughts.
"What?" he replied back, harsher than he meant. He glimpsed at the chocolate irises of Mrs. Lovett.
"Mista T, what did your Lucy looked like?" she asked. He swallowed as he pondered. What did she look like? Straight, yellow hair, golden in the sunlight. Her features… God he can't remember. Memories so distant that he can't recollect.
"She had yellow hair…" he said with a hint of reluctance, his voice breaking with disbelief. He couldn't hear what she said… he was disappointed in himself for not remembering.
"… Life is for the alive my dear." she rested a hand on his quaking shoulder. "We could have a life, the two of us. Not how you would remember, but we can get by." she whispered into his ear. He turned to see her pale face, a look of hope etched on her profile. His hand brushed lightly against her cheek, feeling her sharp features as though they are his razors. He gradually closed the small gap between them, kissing her. She wondered, did he ever care about her? Or…
"No!" He screeched. He let go of her auburn hair and pushed her away. He reached for his razors and held her to the wall, one of his friends grazing her delicate skin. "You are not Lucy! Never do that… never. Do you understand?" he breathed, forcing his razor into her throat, just enough pressure for drops of precious rubies to fall from her neck. Tears fell from the same innocent eyes he stared at earlier. Monster.
"I'm sorry." he whispered. Silently, she slipped away, flashing a cold stare as she opened the door to leave the shop. "Please. Don't go."
Almost…
A/N: Ok, yeah, I should be finishing All Things Broken. But I just wanted to right this because I read a lot of stories like this, but it all ended almost the same way. Anyway: R&R this story AND my other stories! Thanks! BTW: I have the last chapter written for All Things Broken already, so expect that on HALLOWEEN! Or Sunday... lol.