Post by Shock on Dec 23, 2007 23:39:39 GMT -8
Sweeney's death, through his eyes. What he was thinking and what he was feeling. Later I'll write a songfic version of this with AFI's song This Time Imperfect. So...enjoy. 'Tis very short.
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I turned from the oven, all anger fading, replaced with hopeless missery. How could I have killed my own wife? I strode slowly over where she lay, face peacefull. It was a change from when I'd seen her last, a mad beggar woman. It hurt to think of her that way, so I tried to recall her smiling face. But that picture had faded, carried away by the blood I had let flow in my quest for revenge. There was no way to recall that memory. I was sorry for that. I fell to my knees beside her, studying her face, trying to hold back tears. I picked her up, pulling her close very gently.
"Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" I whispered, repeating her last words. They had triggered an automatic reaction in me. I hadn't been able to stop and think before spinning around and slitting her throat. The memory burned my heart. How could I have done that? I now found it disgracefull to carry the name Sweeney Todd. I wasn't that person now. He had accomplished his goal. Now a broken Benjamin Barker took his place, and here I was, kneeling amongst the bed I now had to lie in. My wife was dead, I'd done what I'd meant to do, who knew where my daughter was. I had no more drive, no reason to live.
I could almost tell someone was behind me. I didn't even have to look. There was only one other person who could be there. He wouldn't be happy about what I'd done to that vile Lovett. Not that I cared. He could do what he wanted to me. I didn't take my eyes off Lucy's face. I was hiding my tears poorly.
I could sense him behind me, and I knew how he'd want to avenge Lovett. I didn't care. I welcomed it. My head slowly tilted enough to expose my throat. Something sharp and cold was there, and then it was gone. A brief pain accompanied it. My head fell back where it had been, my eyes staring at Lucy's face, trying to memorize the features. I'm coming...I'm so sorry... I thought, staring at her. Darkness gathered on the edge of my vision, but I didn't let it take over, not yet. My eyes were starting to have trouble focussing. Blood, my own blood, dripped onto her face, onto her eyelids and lips, running down her pale skin and pooling beneath us. I wanted to wipe it away from her beautifull features, but I couldn't make myself move.
Darkness was starting to take over my vision now, but I didn't let it block her face. I couldn't take my eyes away from her. I felt like my muscles were frozen, my arms forever wrapped around her. The pool around us was very large. My muscles were in deed frozen, because they had no oxygen to let them move. I was, in my head, begging desperately for forgiveness for what I did. I would never forgive myself, even in the afterlife, but maybe she could find it in her to. Who was I kidding? It wouldn't matter. She was an angel, and I was a demon damned to the pits of hell. There was no hope for me as I finally let go.
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I turned from the oven, all anger fading, replaced with hopeless missery. How could I have killed my own wife? I strode slowly over where she lay, face peacefull. It was a change from when I'd seen her last, a mad beggar woman. It hurt to think of her that way, so I tried to recall her smiling face. But that picture had faded, carried away by the blood I had let flow in my quest for revenge. There was no way to recall that memory. I was sorry for that. I fell to my knees beside her, studying her face, trying to hold back tears. I picked her up, pulling her close very gently.
"Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" I whispered, repeating her last words. They had triggered an automatic reaction in me. I hadn't been able to stop and think before spinning around and slitting her throat. The memory burned my heart. How could I have done that? I now found it disgracefull to carry the name Sweeney Todd. I wasn't that person now. He had accomplished his goal. Now a broken Benjamin Barker took his place, and here I was, kneeling amongst the bed I now had to lie in. My wife was dead, I'd done what I'd meant to do, who knew where my daughter was. I had no more drive, no reason to live.
I could almost tell someone was behind me. I didn't even have to look. There was only one other person who could be there. He wouldn't be happy about what I'd done to that vile Lovett. Not that I cared. He could do what he wanted to me. I didn't take my eyes off Lucy's face. I was hiding my tears poorly.
I could sense him behind me, and I knew how he'd want to avenge Lovett. I didn't care. I welcomed it. My head slowly tilted enough to expose my throat. Something sharp and cold was there, and then it was gone. A brief pain accompanied it. My head fell back where it had been, my eyes staring at Lucy's face, trying to memorize the features. I'm coming...I'm so sorry... I thought, staring at her. Darkness gathered on the edge of my vision, but I didn't let it take over, not yet. My eyes were starting to have trouble focussing. Blood, my own blood, dripped onto her face, onto her eyelids and lips, running down her pale skin and pooling beneath us. I wanted to wipe it away from her beautifull features, but I couldn't make myself move.
Darkness was starting to take over my vision now, but I didn't let it block her face. I couldn't take my eyes away from her. I felt like my muscles were frozen, my arms forever wrapped around her. The pool around us was very large. My muscles were in deed frozen, because they had no oxygen to let them move. I was, in my head, begging desperately for forgiveness for what I did. I would never forgive myself, even in the afterlife, but maybe she could find it in her to. Who was I kidding? It wouldn't matter. She was an angel, and I was a demon damned to the pits of hell. There was no hope for me as I finally let go.