Chapter 35: Four Years Later

Note: So four years will be summarized here, and the final arc shall begin this chapter as well. It might not be an eventful four years but this must be done. First we will start with Sweeney, go to Lovett, then end with the final arc beginning. So let's get started, yeah.

(Sweeney's POV.) Four years had passed since I remarried my dear Lucy. Johanna and Anthony married about half a year after me and Lucy's marriage, and then decided to sail about at the end of that year. Many considered it bad luck to sail with a woman, but Anthony did not care in the slightest. He was never the most powerful man, but I understood he would die for her without a hesitation. As I would for Lucy and Johanna.

Besides, he knew what I would do to him if she were to come to harm. My blood lust had not changed nor my hatred of this cold world. Yes my Lucy was back, but I know how unjust things were. I had taken to hunting, to bring food for me and my wife, as well as to cool my blood lust. The only thing that mattered to me was Lucy and Johanna. After working at the quarry for three years, I had finally opened a new barbershop and I knew we were no longer being hunted.

Once again I was back to my trade, shaving those who would want it. So often, I would get in a situation where I could end a man with one quick swipe, but I would resist. I could not stand the idle chatter that customers would engage in, but I forced my way through with fake smiles and interests. I channeled Benjamin Barker the best I could. But there was one thing I could not get off my mind even after all these years. That lying, two faced, bitch Mrs Lovett.

I dreamed about returning to London, hunting her down, and making her pay for her manipulations and lies with her life. But how to do so. I could not bring Lucy with me as I knew I would lose her if she knew I murdered someone. But I could not truly move on until I knew Mrs Lovett was finally dead. But someday I would watch the light leave her eyes. My Lucy, my beautiful, kind Lucy would not understand what I needed to do, or be alright with it.

I could lie, say that I had to return to London to get more belongings of ours. But could I convince her to let me go alone? But that was not here or now, I just needed to focus on what I had for now. I was four years older, but I could still pin someone down and end their lives if I had to still. I still have a lot of stamina, and a decent amount of physical strength. Killing that wench would not be hard, once I had a chance TO kill her.

At the time, I was heading home to Lucy. She was always able to sew and knit. She was now working as a seamstress at home. The seamstress before her that Johanna worked for, died about a year ago today. We were making a decent income between the two of us. Lucy was quite happy working as one, and that was the only thing that kept me from giving into my blood lust.

I could not wait to see her smile as I returned home. I was going to get that wench off my mind for now and focus on being in Lucy's arms again. (Mrs Lovett's POV.) Four amazing years had passed with my darling Robert. Or at least three years. I had become pregnant on our honeymoon.

Working while pregnant was tough, as well as keeping my strength up if that bastard ever returned to me. Once my beautiful baby boy was born I named him Tobais, and Robert understood why I made that choice. Knowing that if Sweeney ever came for me, my son would be in danger pushed me harder than ever before to be ready for the bastard. I did everything I could to build my strength so I could be sure I could match his. I failed Toby, and I would not fail the Toby I gave birth to. I also knew I would have Robert to help me.

I of course continued to run a pie shop in London, but under Robert's last name. I had closed my old pie shop so it would be hard for Sweeney to find me when he returned. While I still wanted to kill the bastard, I did not want him to find me son. However there was another reason I closed the old shop. I had no Robert to protect me now. Robert was a police officer, and on occasions he and the others would have to try to apprehend either desperate or dangerous criminals.

There was a cruel mugger running around during our third year together and he would badly hurt those he would mug. According to other officers that were there, Robert found him trying to mug an old woman, and of course tried to stop him. When Robert approached him to try to grab him, he stabbed my husband in the chest, right into his heart. The other officers reacted and one knocked the mugger out, and he was brought to trial and imprisoned in the future. I was devastated, but I needed to move on with my son. I will admit, I did not have to deal with as much as Lucy did.

I did not have the man who took my husband away stalk me, my son was not an infant, and I was not drugged and no one forced themselves on me. I did try to stop her, but a part of me knew that if she was dead, I could have Benjamin if he returned. I did wonder if he truly would come back for me. He was probably happy he was with that bitch. She helped ruin everything. Though if I had one thing after all of this, I had my precious son Toby. (Sweeney's POV.)

I had opened the door only to see Lucy pacing in the hall nervously. "Are you all right?" She turned to face me. "I remember what happened between me and Lovett that pushed me over the edge. "Tell me my love, what she said to you," I said darkly. "She had caught me with the arsenic and swiped it from me.

Part of me wanted to die after that evil party, but part of me knew I needed to stay strong for Johanna. I told her I didn't know what to do. A look came across her face, like she was thinking of what to do, like she was fighting with herself. I heard her whisper, but I could not make out what she said. Then a cold dark look crossed her face. She told me I was weak, that I was a failure of a wife if I did not trust that you would return.

That fact I even thought about killing myself when I had a daughter, that I was a failure of a mother. She told me if I was so weak and pathetic the world would be better off without me, that Johanna would be better off with her. I believed everything she said about me. Not only did I want to die after what happened to me, I deserved to die for even thinking that Johanna would be better off without me. So I downed the arsenic, I spent several nights wanting to drink. "That bitch," I whispered dangerously.

I'll come up with a reason to return alone to London, and I will kill Mrs Lovett. I'll over power her, and make her beg for her life, and I will kill her. Right now I need to comfort Lucy. I picked my sobbing wife in my arms. Do not cry my love. I carried her to our bedroom as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I was going to show her how much I adored her.

Note: (Hides behind a flame shield.) Sorry I made the confrontation between Lucy and Nellie so cruel, but Lovett will be the antagonist of the final arc. I am also sorry I killed Robert off in such a fashion. So the final arc begins. I will have Sweeney find a way to return to London alone, and we will begin Sweeney and Lovetts battle to the death. I'll find a way to get rid of the Beadle too, though only as a way to tie up a loose end.