Sweeney Todd: Insanity Within

Insanity Within: The Final

The barber's eyes widened. There was a gun aimed right at him. A bullet loaded in the pistol, ready to be triggered at any moment. Todd did his best to try and blend in with the dark shadows and approach the mysterious figure. The closer he got, the more the blank figure looked feminine.

What woman would be aiming a gun at him? A woman in the law?

He squinted at the sight and recognized the figure. Curly hair stacked on top of her head; a long, dark dress.

"Eleanor?" His quiet voice spoke.

The figure at the end of the alley lowered her gun. "Mr. T?" The voice whispered back, sounding quite cheerful.

"Eleanor!" Todd then cried and ran straight the baker. God he thought she was dead. He thought whatever that gun shot was had killed her. But no, she's still here living and breathing. Blood still running through her veins. "Oh god I thought you were dead," he softly cried into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her. It was strange saying that, it was only a few days ago when he wished she was dead.

His actions were unexpected, so unlike him. Was this even Sweeney Todd? "Mr. T, I'm fine. Why on earth did you think I was dead?" She gently pulled him off of her and looked into his eyes.

"... The, the gunshot.... I didn't know you had my, my gun." He continually stuttered in his words; shaken in fear. "When, when I heard it I thought, thought the police found and killed you. I-"

"Calm down, love," Mrs. Lovett smiled. "The police are far from 'ere... I hope."

The barber wiped at his watery eyes and sighed. "Thank god you're alright. ...Wait. If it wasn't the police firing... what'd you shoot?"

The baker then looked away; looking a bit ashamed. She held the gun out for Todd to take and closed her eyes.

"Eleanor... who'd you shoot?"

She then gestured her head down the street for Todd to look. He did so to where he could find a black coach drawn by brown horse. He cocked his head at the sight and took the gun. He moved from her and stepped cautiously to the carriage. His sweaty palm grasped the pistol, his finger tight around the trigger. He came along the side of the carriage and quickly jumped to the front of it to find the coachman lying on his side. Todd immediately lowered his gun and checked the man out.

Dead. The coachman was dead. A bullet was lodged in his chest; a small amount of blood staining his white cravat. Todd then jumped up onto the platform where the coachman sat to steer the horse and examined the wound.

"You killed him," Todd mumbled as Mrs. Lovett quickly ran over to the coach to watch the barber.

"He wouldn't pull over! We needed a way to escape and he was the first coach I saw!" Mrs. Lovett explained; nearly out of breath.

Todd then turned his head to the baker; still sitting on the platform. The expression on her face was if she was ashamed of what she had done, why was she ashamed?

"My pet... you seem upset. So the man's dead, who cares?" He softly laughed as he pocketed his gun.

"... I don't know... I never really killed anyone... that was kinda your job," she whispered as she looked to the ground.

Todd smiled at her reply and laughed a little. He then pulled the black button up jacket off the coach and dusted it off. He then tossed it to Mrs. Lovett and stated, "Here, put this on, it'll keep ya warm. This night is bloody cold."

It was a cold night, the two could see each other's breath when they breathed and talked. Mrs. Lovett quickly draped the jacket around her and glanced down the empty street.