I'm Your Friend Too, Mr. Todd

The Ugly Truth

The fiery flames of the oven roared softly besides the demon barber. His eyes filled with so much hatred and rage and so many other feelings were spinning in his mind he didn't know which one to feel, sadness, anger, disbelief or betrayal. Lucy was dead, his wife was gone. He killed her.

The lying witch, Mrs. Lovett, told him she died from poison, but it was all a lie, a lie for the disgusting harlot to get her ways with the deranged barber. First giving him his own room above her, then giving him his precious silver razors and coming up with the wonderful idea of turning their establishments to leading people to their deaths and serving them to their customers, of course he has grown to appreciate the insane baker for helping him back up to his feet and making him feel comfortable while also giving him his space. Honestly, when he first met her, he did plan to kill her so he can have the place all to himself, but the moment she gave him his razors that all changed and he decided to soften up to her a bit and every now and then ask for her advice, after all, she was the one who came up with the ideas on how to get rid of the crimes they made and he did start to respect her and allowed her to babble her nonsense about living by the sea and whatnot, he's even allowed her to touch him a few times and have her take him out on a walk in the park, but this was how she repays him?!

No amount of apologies or begging for forgiveness can make up for what she just did. She betrayed him, he trusted her and she was all he had in this cruel and dark world, and yet he gets stabbed in the back from who he once called his friend.

"You lied to me..." he growled, his voice thick with venom and hatred. The woman standing across from him gave him a frighten yet a some what calm look, he could see tears wanting to pour from her eyes but she bravely held them in.

"No, no not lied at all. No I never lied" she sang in a soft sorrowful voice, very similar to how a siren sounds when luring foolish sailors to their deaths, but Sweeney didn't believe a word she said and looked down at his beaten, ragged and dead wife. Lucy...

He blocked out whatever the damn witch was singing and focused on his deceased wife. "What have I done?" He whispered as he held her tightly, her bleeding neck staining his vest. "Lucy I'm so sorry..." he kept muttering in her ear knowing she won't hear him but he begged, prayed that some miracle, God will hear his wish to bring her back to life, but he knew God has already ignored his wishes many times before. Something in him snapped after that.

He stood up and faced the Devil's wife, his eyes now as black as coal and a storm was forming inside of him.

"Mrs. Lovett" he dared to say her name, her name tasting like vile and he almost gagged when he hissed her name. The woman a few feet away from him looked at him, showing visible fear and stepped away from him slowly as he inched closer to her, razor in hand. This was the end of Eleanor Lovett and it all would have been solved if she told the truth of where his wife has been for the past fifteen years rather than telling a small lie to a man who wasn't sane.

"Eminently practical and yet appropriate as always" he taunted as he got closer to her, his jaw clenching every time her name was said and the amount of rage he was in as he cornered her on the wall now that she had nowhere to go.

"What's dead is dead" he hissed, manipulating her to make her think he could care less about his wife now officially dead and he's madly in love with the very woman that tipped the barrel to his insanity, of course he knew the bloody baker has a fondness for him, he wasn't stupid nor was he oblivious, he just didn't care and took advantage of it to get what he wanted, and now he has completed his revenge and his daughter was safe and sound with the sailor taking her away from this wretched city, Mrs. Lovett was useless to him now. Nothing but rubbish in his eyes now that he no longer needs her since the deed is finally finished with the judge burning in Hell now, along with the beadle and so many other countless lives, and Mrs. Lovett will be joining them very soon.