Heyyy, last chapter and its a long one! Well the last chapter of writing anyway I will be uploading the 'credits' next for anyone who is confused about characters. I wanted to write this yesterday but I didn't have time, I cant do it this weekend coz tomorrow my friend, Kaitlin, is staying over then Saturday morning Dean (my cousin) is bringing Tyler and Blake then picking them up Sunday evening, then Monday its my 16th birthday, Tuesday is my mums birthday (I think its her 42rd, cant remember lol, still need a present oops).

After this story I will work on 'Our Secret' (previously named 'Secrets') and I will work on either Annie or Little Shop Of Horrors. Cant decide which yet though. I will eventually do Friends in victorious style but that means I will have to watch from season 1 and I'm watching season 5 so when I finish all seasons I will wait a couple of weeks then write season 1.

Brace yourselves, this chapter is gonna be about 3 or 4,000 words. Its gunna take hours so please be nice :)

Sshaw101 I have really enjoyed our conversation throughout this story haha you should PM me :) I totally agree that 'Toby' is an amazing singer and I have totally been in love with him since the first time I saw the film when I was bout 13 (the film is rated 18 in England so legally I'm still not old enough to watch it lol oops. School showed us it first!). This fanfic is written using everything from the film so you will know what happens and wont be too freaked out about it. The second-to-last death is my favourite, don't know why I just cant help but laugh when it happens no-matter how disturbing it actually is. You may be surprised at the ending though, I was lol.

Disclaimer: I don't own the TV program of the film that this story is based on however I do own the laptop in which I am writing this fanfic on. (Sorry, nothing about Ariana but I have noticed that Liz Gillies shows her cleavage a lot! I am straight but there are just some things I notice hehe).

Mrs. Valentine leads André down the dark, claustrophobic, long stairway towards the bakehouse. "Feel bad for you, going up and down all these stairs."

"Well, that'll be your job now."

"Yes, ma'am!" She opens the heavy door, revealing a dark room with the large oven in the middle providing limited light throughout the large room. "Quite a stink, ain't there?"

The unfamiliar stench is the first thing the boy notices about the unusual room. The woman in front of him looks at him with a panicking look on her face as she quickly thinks of a logical answer. After a moment, her eyes look towards the grates in the middle of the floor and she opens her mouth to speak, "You see those grates? They go down to the sewers, and the smells come up. Always a few rats gone home to Jesus down there."

Pleased with her answer, she walks over to the massive oven and tells André his duties. "Now, this'll be the bake oven. Three dozen at a time. Always be sure the doors is closed properly, like this"

The boy, trying to remember it all, repeats her words, trying to keep them in his head, "Door's closed properly." She then leads him to a weird looking, metal contraption. "This is the grinder. Pop in the meat, give it a good grind." She painfully demonstrates how to use the machine, "Pops out there. You try." André struggles to turn the heavy crank at first but manages to work the heavy machinery. "Good grind, comes out there."

"That's my boy." Mrs. Valentine pats him on the back as he works and walks towards the door, attempting to stop tears spilling out of her eyes. "I'm just gonna pop upstairs, back in two shakes, all right?"

"Do you think I might have a pie while I wait?" She turns to look at the young boy, "As many as you like, son" She goes and shuts the door behind her. She leans against the bakehouse door, tears streaming down her pale face. Then she slowly bolts the door

"Oh yes, sir, I agree. It would be to our mutual interest... to come to some arrangement in regard to my poor children's hair."

Rex Powers walks past jail cells packed with women, "Brunettes. Redheads." The short, scruffy man finally reaches the final room and looks at the young man next to him. Robbie, dressed as a fashionable wig maker, stares down at the man. "I keep the blondes over here. It was yellow hair you was looking for, sir?"

"Yes." Rex walks into the crowded cell. Many blonde women, scurry away from the owner of the building, afraid of what will happen. Robbie looks around the room and sees Victoria, wearing a filthy straitjacket, cowering in a corner of the cell. He nods his head in the direction of his girl and speaks to the man, never taming his eyes off Victoria. "That one has hair the shade I need."

Rex goes to fetch Victoria and hauls her towards Robbie. "Come, child. Smile for the gentleman and you shall have a sweetie." Victoria's eyes shoot wide open when she sees the young man, but says nothing. "Now, where shall I cut?" Before Rex can react Robbie pulls a revolver from his pocket, grabs the girl and pushes Rex towards the back of the cell. "Not another word, Mr. Powers, or it will be your last." He swings the cell door shut, locking Rex in.

"Now I leave you to the mercy of your 'children'." He grabs Victoria and pulls her away. Mr. Powers turns, he is locked in with the blonde mental patients. They slowly begin to advance on him, menacingly. Screams can be heard from the other end of the corridor.

Sweeney and Mrs. Valentine hurry down the outside steps leading to the garden, "I got him locked it, but if he escapes, he'll go to the law."

"Then he wont escape."

"I don't know, Mr. Todd." Her voice panicking and scared.

"The judge'll be here soon-"

Less than a second after Mr. Todd had spoken, beadle Sikowitz walked through the door, startling the woman. "Excuse me, sir. Gave me a fright."

"Not my intention, good madam, I assure you. Though I am here on official business." The small, creepy man walks through the door towards the frightened woman, "You see, there's been some complaints about the stink from your chimney. They say at night, it is something most foul. Health regulations and general public welfare... naturally being my duty... I'm afraid I'm going to have to take a look..." The beadle sniffs a pinch of 'snuff' up each nostril to cover the stench for when he goes downstairs, he sneezes slightly then continues talking, "... at your bakehouse."

Mr. Todd, noticing that the woman stood next to him is in too much shock to speak, attempts to get Sikowitz upstairs, into his chair. "Of course, sir. But first, why don't you come upstairs? Let me pamper you."

"Much as I do appreciate tonsorial doormen... I really ought see to my official obligations first."

"I completely understand. If you'll indulge me, sir, what is that exotic aroma?"

"Me secret is a touch of ambergris."

"Dare I offer you something a tad more appropriate... for a gentleman of your standing?"

The beadle turns his head away attempting to get back to his 'official' business but Sweeney interrupts him, "The ladies will greatly appreciate it, sir."

Finally convinced, Sikowitz looks at the man and smiles gratefully, "Well, you are the expert in these matters."

"Only take a moment." Sweeney leads the man upstairs, chatting with him easily. Would you like a bit of bay rum, sir?" "Bay rum is bracing."

Across the street, the old beggar woman stands watching Mr. Todd lead the beadle up the steps and into the barber shop. Black smoke rising from the chimney above them.

In the 'bakehouse' André picks up a pie from a shelf and takes a large bite. He begins chewing then stops as he feels something hard in his mouth. He takes it out and sees the tip of a severed finger or toe. The boy looks at it, disgusted, he turns his head to see a pile of bones and clothing in the corner of the room, pathetically covered by a small thin sheet. André then walks towards a shelf and picks something up, a hand with some fingers missing, he drops the rotting flesh and looks at other body parts on the shelf, teeth, feet, bones, ect.

As if on queue, the trap door behind him opens, he spins around in surprise and sees the body of beadle Sikowitz drop to the floor. Screaming, André runs to the locked door, attempting to pry it open, with no luck, he then begins banging wildly on the heavy, metal door, "Let me out! Please, let me out! Let me out!"

Panicking, he turns and searches the room for another exit.

Mrs. Valentine and Mr. Todd rush into the dark downstairs room to find it empty. "André? Where is he? André, where are you, love?"

They walk around the room searching for the boy. Sweeney is becoming anxious, desperate to find The pair start walking through the sewers attempting to find him. The woman begins a tune the boy had once sung to her,

"Nothing's gunna harm you,

not while I'm around."

"André?"

"where are you hiding?"

Sweeney stalks the narrow path, trying not to let his feet touch the vermin ridden rats, his sharpest knife opened, ready to be used, hiding behind his back, "André?"

"Nothing's gunna harm you, darling,

not while I'm around"

"André!"

Robbie bursts into the empty barber shop with Victoria, who is disguised as a poor boy, "Mr. Todd!" the young man looks around and sees no one is in the room, he turns to female behind him and speaks gently to her, "You wait for him here. I'll return with a coach in less than half an hour." She looks up at him scared, Robbie looks into her eyes and tries to reassure her, "Don't worry. No one'll recognise you. Your safe now."

Victoria looks into his eyes with fear brimming in hers, "Safe? So we run away and all our dreams come true?"

The dark haired sailor nods slowly, "I hope so."

"I've never had dreams. Only nightmares."

"Victoria... when we're free of this place, all the ghosts will go away."

"No, Robbie. They never go away."

"I'll be right back to you. Half an hour and we'll be free."

Robbie flees from the room, abandoning Victoria. She walks across the room towards the cracked mirror and picks up a black and white photo of a pale, light haired woman and a smiling baby.

Victoria looks around, scared, when she hears footsteps outside. She quickly runs to the other side of the room and hides in the chest next to the door.

Making her way up the stairs, the beggar woman sings with her estranged voice,

"Beadle, Beadle,

no good hiding,

I saw you.

Are you in there still, Beadle?

Beadle?

Beadle, dear beadle?"

She stumbles into the room to find it empty, she spins around, searching the room attempting to find Sikowitz, her song turns into what sounds like a child's lullaby,

"Beadle deedle deedle deedle deedle dumpling, Beadle, dumpling,

Be-deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle ,

deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle,

deedle deedle deedle de-"

She is interrupted when Sweeney suddenly steps into the room, razor in hand. He slowly walks towards the mad lady, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Evil is here, sir. The stink of evil, from below, from her! She's the devil's wife. Beware her, sir. She with no pity in her heart." She looks up at his face through her dirty blonde fringe, her blue-green eyes wild. "Hey, don't I know you, mister?"

"Mr. Todd?" Judge Van Cleaf's voice is heard from outside.

Sweeney takes one look at the woman then fiercely slashes her throat, warm, red blood flows down her neck, staining her dress. Mr. Todd rushes as he steps on the pedal, releasing the trap door letting the still standing body, drop to the floor on top of the beadle's body.

The floor behind the chair quickly rose up again, making it look like there was no hole.

"Where is she?"

"Below, your Honor. With my neighbour. Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her. Thank heavens, too, she has seen the error of her ways."

"She has?"

"Oh yes, sir, your lesson was well-learned. She speaks only of you, longing for forgiveness."

"Then she shall have it. She'll be here soon, you say?" "Yes." Excited, the judge smiles showing his yellow teeth. "Excellent, my friend."

"How about a shave?" Van Cleaf looks at Mr. Todd with wondering eyes, "Sit, sir. Sit."

The judge sits back comfortably in the renovated chair and sings an old song.

(Sweeney's singing will be in italics, the judge will be underlined). "Pretty women."

"Pretty women, yes." "Victoria, Victoria"

"Pretty women.

Pretty women are a wonder. Pretty women"

"What we do for

Pretty out their candles. Combing out their hair.Then they leave.Even when they leave you,and vanish, they somehow, They still are there.

can still remainThere with you, there.

They're there."

Sweeney picks up his largest razor and examines it in the moonlight.

"How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit." The judge is now completely relaxed in the chair, a white towel wrapped around him.

"With fellow tastes... in women, at least."

"What's that?" Van Cleaf asks, sounding confused.

"The years no doubt have changed me, sir. But then, I suppose the face of a barber... the face of a prisoner in the dock, is not particularly memorable."

Judge Van Cleaf looks at the barber with a horrified realization, "Beckett Oliver."

The barber looks at the judge and screams out his real name, "Beckett Oliver!"

The large knife is then swung down into the old man's neck repeatedly, hot blood spraying all over Sweeney's face and the window behind him. Van Cleaf, somehow still alive, sits trembling in the chair as Sweeney walks in front of him and slashes the man's throat allowing the last of his blood to squirt out onto the floor.

Happy with his vengeance, he steps on the lever and sends the body tumbling out of sight down the hole. As Todd stands for a long moment, blood dripping from his face, he sinks to his knees. He now looks at his razor happily,

"Rest now, my friend, rest now forever. Sleep now the untroubled sleep of the angels." Then silence as he slowly sets the razor on the chair and looks at it. His quest is completed. It's done. He just kneels there. No reason to move. No purpose in life. A slight thump came from behind him. His eyes immediately dart in the direction of the chest. He slowly picks up his razor and moves towards the box. Then suddenly pries it open and pulls out Victoria. "Come for a shave, have you, lad?"

"No, I-" He tosses her in the chair, throws back his arm, his razor ready.

"Everyone needs a good shave."

A loud, ear piercing scream is heard from downstairs. Todd turns to Victoria, pointing the razor at her,, "Forget my face." He spins and bolts out of the shop, leaving her sitting in the chair, petrified.

Mrs. Valentine is standing in horror in the middle of the room, the Judge, still barely alive, clutches at her skirt. She tries to pull herself away from his vice-like grip.

"Die! God in heaven, die!" The Judge's fingers finally relax their grip and he is dead. Panting, Mrs. Valentine, backs away from him and sees the body of the Beggar Woman. "You."

She grabs the Woman's body and desperately starts dragging her quickly toward the oven as Mr. Todd races in.

"Why did you scream?"

"He was clutching on to my dress, but he's finished now." She continues quickly dragging the Beggar Woman toward the oven.

"I'll take care of it. Open the door."

The 'pie' maker continues dragging the body, "Open the door, I said." He shoves her toward the oven and stands over the body of Judge Van Cleaf.

Mrs. Lovett opens the oven door allowing more light to flow through the room, out of the corner of his eye he looks at the beggar woman. Sweeney glances down at her again as a realisation dawns on him. Moving slowly towards the blondes body as Mrs. Valentine's bottom lip quivers. Mr. Todd bends down to move her long fringe away from her forehead, recognising her face. " 'Don't I know you?' she said." His eyes never leaving the dead woman' s face, "You knew she lived."

"I was only thinking of you." Many emotions filled her voice.

Sweeney looked up at the red-head, tears filled his eyes, "You lied to me."

(Mrs. V will be in italics. Sweeney will be underlined for the final song :'( )

She begins singing an old tune but with new words. (This whole song is made up of songs already sung throughout the film, many will have the same words, others are just the tunes with new lyrics).

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

"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.

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

"Oh, my God."

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

I'd be twice the wife she was,"

"Jadelyn.""I love you."

"What have I done?""Could that thing have cared for you Like me?"

Sweeney quickly turns to her, a menacing look in his murderous eyes.

"Mrs. Valentine, 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." He steps toward her, she steps back, unsure, as they sing.

"Now, come here, my love." "Do you mean it?

Everything I did, I swear,

I thought was only for the best."

"Not a thing to fear, my love. What's dead is dead.""Can we still be married?"

She steps into his arms for a triumphant waltz across the room.

"The history of the world, my pet.""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.""And life is for the alive, my dear. So let's keep living it.""Just keep living it, Really living it." He picks her up and flings her into the oven, watching her burn and scream for a moment before closing the heavy door, locking her in the oven to incinerate. (I don't care what anyone says, every time I watch her death I die laughing, probably because she wont stop screaming and flailing her arms around, so funny). Then he slowly drags himself across the floor to his wife and cradles her in his arms. His razor dropped behind him.

"There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful."

Behind Sweeney, André silently pulls himself up through the sewage grate, he had seen everything. A foolish barber and his wife, she was his reason and his life.
And she was beautiful."

André slowly picks up the bloody knife and creeps behind Mr. Todd. "And she was virtuous. And he was..." Sweeney did not finish his song as André had stood behind him and angrily sliced open the barber's throat, blood flowing down his neck, dripping over Jadelyn's pale, dead face then spread across the floor. André turns and exits the room, knife in his hand and an evil/ triumphant look in his eyes.

Wow! This chapter has taken me hours to write! Cant believe it over :'( I will have a new story up in a couple of weeks and I need to do the credits for this, they will be up as soon as I have written them haha. Thank you to everyone who has read this story and reviewed.

~~Ariana Fan XD

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