(A/N: This is my first story for Sweeney Todd. It will contain mentions of both depression and suicide so if you are not confortable with that then please don't read. For those of you still reading, I hope you like it.)
Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around.
It had been two years now since those horrible murders. Two long years Tobias Ragg, or Toby as he was known, had to suffer through. He should think himself a hero, he stopped a mad-man from killing many other innocent people. He should be glad; he wasn't though. He couldn't save her. He promised that he would always protect her, and he failed.
Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays,
I'll send 'em howling,
I don't care, I got ways.
No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there.
That damn Todd. It was that monster Todd that truly killed her. He could have stopped him, he could have saved her. If he hadn't been hiding-no cowering-in fear of his own life he could stopped that wreched man. Sweeney Todd-or Benjamin Barker-or whoever he was was dead now, hopefully burning in the deepest pits of hell. But, it felt as though he was still there. Stalking him, haunting him.
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...
The bake house had closed after the incident. Toby stood looking at the now boarded-up windows and doors, near drowning in his own thoughts and feelings. Looking at his hands he could still sense the blood, almost smell the horrible metalic substance. He had taken that mans life. An eye for an eye some might say. Of course others in their right mind at the time would call it murder.
Not to worry, not to worry,
I may not be smart but I ain't dumb.
I can do it, put me to it,
Show me something I can overcome.
Not to worry, ma'am...
'Not to worry, ma'am...' He recalled the words as if he had spoken them only yesterday. Sneaking into the bakery was easy, because no one actually cared what happened to it now. It was an unholy sight, and truly to the poor yooung man standing inside...it was. They had moved somethings around when the police had come searching for the missing Judge Turpin, what they found wasn't what they had ever expected.
Being close and being clever
Ain't like being true
I don't need to,
I would never hide a thing from you,
Like some...
If only he had known what that-that bastard had been up in the beginning. He went out the back-door of the bake house and up the stairs outside. Up to the barbary, up to where the hellish chain of events had started. The bell above the door tolled a bitter-sweet note as he entered the room again for what would truly be the last time.
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,
But in time...
Nothing's gonna harm you,
Not while I'm around...
He quickly found what he had been searching for. The razors. The very tools the man had used to kill so many people. The same tool he would use on himself.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you...", his tears fell freely now. The emotions he had been holding back these years coming to him in waves. But it would stop soon. "I'm so sorry." The blade shined in the moon light as it was raised, brushing the skin on his throat gentally, tears landing on it softly.
But with one quick swipe...they stopped.
(Please review, I really want to know what you think. Criticism is welcome.)