A/N: Okay, so this is my new story! I'm currently reworking chapter two of Tension for Todd, because the original in my book sucked. I've had the idea for this story for a couple of months now, but I finally found the inspiration I needed on the way home. I'm not entirely sure how the story is going to pan out just yet, I have a few ideas. It's obviously going to be Sweenett lol. Please review if you can, constructive criticism is always welcome. Be warned there may be a few mistakes, as I'm checking it over as I go along and I've written this in under an hour. Cookies and hugs from whoever you want from Sweeney Todd if you review!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to Sweeney Todd. They belong to Stephen Sondheim, Tim Burton, John Logan, Dreamworks and Warner Bros. All I own is a t shirt, the dvd, the cd, a copy of Johnny's script, a poster and the kubricks. Though, between you and me, Sweeney lives under my bed ;]
Prologue
"And life is for the alive, my dear, so let's keep living it! Just Keep living it! Really Living-"
He couldn't do it. He just simply couldn't kill her. Because, though he hated to admit it, he loved her, irritating personality and all. She was the only person that kept him tied to his past life, his only grip on reality. They were drawing closer to the bake oven. He didn't want them to die, at least not yet. So, he quickly veered their waltz to the left, clearing the metal monster.
He abruptly stopped their dance as they arrived at the bodies of Lucy, Judge Turpin and Beadle Bamford. He dropped Nellie's arms and bent down in front of the Judge's bloodied corpse. He lifted the body by its underarms and dragged it over to the bake oven, where he threw it in. He stood and watched the flames lick the Judge, until he was charred beyond recognition. Soon, all that would remain would be a pile of ash and bone. He repeated the process the Beadle and then faltered once it was time to throw Lucy in.
He had picked her up in his arms, and had made his way to the oven, a look of defiance on his bloodied face. He stopped at the oven and looked at Lucy. Her golden hair, once glorious like the sun, was now tarnished by years of living on the streets, confined to the prison of arsenic. He looked over to Nellie. Her crimson hair cascading to her shoulders in curls from the pinned up bunches on the top of her head. Her brown eyes glittering in the light from the flames.
His gaze returned to Lucy. He sighed mournfully and braced himself for what he was about to do. He had to stop living in the past and focus on the present. He swung his arms back and let go. Lucy fell into the oven and was embraced by the flames. Sweeney watched the flames devour her, finding it akin to his latest revelation, and the turnaround it means for him.
He turned and walked over to Nellie, who was standing tentatively by the stone stairs that led to the pie shop. He placed a tender kiss on her temple and put an arm around her waist.
"Come along, pet. We'll look for Toby later."
And with that they walked up the stairs.