I know i was supposed to continue "A Cup Of Gin" but no idea what to write.
Sweeney Todd sat over the dead body of his beloved Lucy. A tear streamed down his dirty face. Mrs. Lovett stared at him from her place by the oven. He was still brooding over her. And now she was really dead. She should've told him from the first day that she was still alive.
"Mr. Todd?" She whispered. He didnt look up.
"Do you remember....the first day I came to you as Sweeney Todd?" He asked shakily.
"Yes." She replied. Sweeney looked up at her, eyes rimmed with red.
"You knew who I was at the start. You knew my name, who i was before I became who I am now. And you are just an aqquintance." He looked at her. Mrs. Lovett flinched at the word 'aqquintance.' "And my own wife, my little Lucy. She took one look at me, and said; "Don't I know you?" He whimpered. Yes, you heard it right. Whimpered.
"Didn't remember me. Was afraid of me. My little Lucy." He cried. "But you." He sprang up from his place on the ground. "You, Mrs. Lovett. You remembered me after all those years. You were there, when she wasnt." He looked at the dead body beside him. He walked over to Mrs. Lovett and placed a hand to her cheek. He slowley bent down and gave her a warm kiss to the lips. Mrs. Lovett wrapped her amrs around his neck, and he grabbed firmly onto her waist.
"Mum." A voice breathed. They broke apart to find Toby standing there.
"Toby." Mrs. Lovett gasped. He looked at her, disgust painted over his features.
"Why mum? Yeh killed 'em. Yeh killed lots of 'em." Toby spat. He held Sweeney's razor in one hand.
"It had teh 'appen Toby. It's only a bit a people. No harm was done teh yeh. An' these men, they 'ad no family. No one gonna miss 'em." She tried to tell him. He shook his head violently.
"Yeh still killed 'em! Yeh're murderers! Both a yeh!" He shouted. Mrs. Lovett's heart sank at the sight of Toby breaking down. "I don't deserve this! It's all teh much!" He screamed. He raised the razor in his hand, gently pressing it to his throat.
"Toby!" Mrs. Lovett panicked. But it was to late. The sharp blade cut through Toby's throat, blooding flowing down his neck and clothing. Mrs. Lovett fell to the ground, sobbing. Sweeney bent down, examinging Toby's lifeless body. He then walked back over to Mrs. Lovett and wrapped his arms around her. He let her sob into his chest, mixing blood with tears.