So I was listening to Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge and I thought I could make a collection of Sweeney one-shots using lyrics from each song. Apart from the first one, they will (hopefully) be in the boundaries of the film. I'm doing the songs in chronological order, and you of the MCRmy will know which song I'm talking about. For the non-believers, the song title will be written in the afternote so you can go look it up on You Tube.
As I mentioned, this is AU coz I thought "Helena" described Sweeney pretty well but it's about a funeral. Now I must stop waffling.
Disclaimer: I have a huge poster of Sweeney above my bed which comes to life when you say "cabbage". But I don't own him.
2nd Disclaimer: My Chemical Romance and its songs belong to themselves. I wish I owned them, but I don't. LONG LIVE THE BLACK PARADE!
It was a bleak, ashen day on the day Nellie Lovett and Tobias Ragg stood in the dark, crowded graveyard for the funeral of someone whom Nellie had adored and Toby had always had his suspicions about. The sickness hadn't started that long ago, but now he was dead and on the twenty-fourth of April 1846 the funeral of Sweeney Todd took place in a forgotten churchyard in the middle of nowhere. Well, technically it was in London, but to Mrs Lovett it seemed like the end of the world.
If he'd been able to watch this, he'd probably laugh and laugh. Sweeney Todd had never been one for ceremony. If he'd been able to choose his death, he'd have taken Mrs Lovett and Toby with him.
Just like a match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know.
She glanced to her right, where her adopted son stood stalwart and neutral. They were the only two people attending; no one else had known him well enough.
She didn't expect Toby to be sad. He'd been wary at slightly afraid around Todd. Sometimes she though she was the only person in the world who'd genuinely cry at his funeral. And she didn't know why she would. He'd never been particularly pleasant to her, snapping and yelling at her much too often to be simply temper. He'd trampled on her spirit.
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break?
She felt like he was standing behind her, wearing a scowl as he usually did. Although he'd been quiet and cold as the Channel at times, his presence stilled burned strong beyond the grave.
And like a blade you stain
When he'd been newly dead, she hadn't been able to see ahead through her anguish. But she could manage. She'd lived without him for fifteen years, she could do so again.
Well I've been holding on tonight.
After his pointless, empty speech that hadn't even entered into Nellie's brain, the priest politely asked her if she wanted to add anything. She shook her head.
What's the worst that I could say?
"He was a crazy man who murdered people but I loved him to death"? No, she'd watch his last minutes in the air in silence, painting a portrait of his face.
Things are better if I stay, so long and goodnight.
Though the day itself was unremarkable, it was the season for shooting-stars and she hoped she'd see one tonight. He was a lot like a shooting star; here and gone in a flash, but brighter in his time than anything else.
Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again.
But cold. So cold.
Was his ghost watching today?
Can you hear me? Are you near me?
When her Albert had died, they'd written "We shall meet again in heaven" on his grave. Sweeney would have wanted them to write "We shall meet again in the fires of hell", no doubt.
Can we pretend? To leave and then we'll meet again
When both our cars collide.
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