The Burning of pain
Story: The Burning of pain
Chapter: 5 The addiction of pain
Pairings: Turpin/ Sweeney
Warnings: Sometimes, happy endings cannot be found, but once in a while, they happen.
Others: This is the final chapter. You have been warned. Enjoy
Date: Wednesday
It was as if Mr. Todd, himself was in a new hell. Turpin was not around, he had probably yet to realize where Mr. Todd was.
Though Mr. Todd was in an odd state, sitting in his chair, legs swung over on of the arms, and his body resting in a horizontal form across it. His head came to lean over the other chair arm. His gaze was focused on a small blood stain that seemed to form an odd shape. It was a heart, though one of it’s sides was sunken in and it was oozing from the bottom. The dull shade of red told Mr. Todd that the blood was not only dried, but it was also decaying.
His hands were over his chest. Though the man was tired, his hands could not stop and settle, even for a little while. They played irritable with a steak knife, as if they were unafraid of being cut by the sharp edge.
With the gleam of the blade shining in the early sun’s light, Mr. Todd felt a scowl play onto his face.
‘Soon, you might realize you love me more then you think.’ He gave a small growl. What could Turpin have meant?
Mr. Todd soon found himself thinking about the other man though. His eyes shifted closed. He could see Turpin’s body, surrounded by a dark shroud. It was evil, and looked leaked out pain. It attracted Mr. Todd though. He didn’t know why he was confused, there were no drugs in him, at least no recent ones, yet he still felt oddly for Turpin.
The man drugged him, how was Sweeney suppose to love a man who had done that to him. Yet, even though he had no drugs, he wished for Turpin to be near him, with him, even if it was violently.
Sweeney’s hands drew up to his own neck, the cold blade slowly coming to rest on his neck. Slightly, it pushed into his neck. He kept his eyes closed, then tightened his eye lids up, as if to squeeze away his pain, his thoughts.
‘I can’t love him…’ Sweeney thought, ‘He killed my wife.’ He gave a small sigh as the knife pressed harder.
Then, a voice spoke gently, ‘But what about his explanation?’ The blade pulled away.
“No, there is no excuse for murder!” Mr. Todd yelled, pushing the knife back up. He, himself winced as the blade drew in deeply.
‘Then what’s yours?’ The voice asked.
Mr. Todd’s emotions settled, as if he were thinking about it. He listened to the voice as it continued. “Perhaps, you should ask him…” Then, his hand slipped away, taking the blade with it.
The pointed object hit the floor, and Mr. Todd rose up, gracefully swinging his legs over the arm’s chair and then spinning forward.
His heavy boots clunked onto the ground as he walked over to the window. He could see everything. Though it was a shitty world, he felt connected to it. He leaned his head to it, and breathed in. Dust and particles drifted into his nose, “I’m so tired.” He said in a low whisper, and then decided he would wait.
~*~
At twelve in the afternoon, there came a knock on his door.
For a second, Mr. Todd just sat there. He debated on if he should get up or not. It was probably Mrs. Lovett, coming up to check on him.
The door swung open gently, then closed. Heavy feet betrayed the person.
Mr. Todd tilted his head, watching as Turpin stood before him. “I found you.” He said, “You’ll be coming back.” He was stern in words, but his body seemed to give way to a more, timid way.
Mr. Todd rose up, “I’ll be coming back, but only if I choose so.” He brought the knife up, then pointed it at the man, “Sit.”
Turpin followed the knife’s aim. The butcher’s chair was his destination.
As the man sat forward, “What will make you come back?”
“I want Johanna. If you have me, you don’t need her. Also, I’m not going to live in a shitty cell.” Mr. Todd hissed out, his dark eyes gleaming.
“Then what’s keeping you there?” Turpin asked demandingly, as if he were being tricked.
Mr. Todd lowered his blade, “A promise.” He began to step forward, the blade now at his side, “A vow to love me, not control me. I want to be free, yet be with you. I want you to be true to me, don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t betray me.” His eyes softened, “Don’t drug me.”
Turpin gave Mr. Todd a stern look. He then began to stand up, letting his voice soften as he sang lowly, “Just a promise, and we can be, two souls, you and- me?” He looked to the man, as if he wanted Mr. Todd to sing with him like they had once before.
“And with the promise, you will see, two great flames burning, you and -me..” Todd said as he approached the deep, melodic voice.
Turpin smiled softly, “And should you need me, I’ll be right here, a guiding voice, inside your ear.” He held out his hand to Sweeney’s.
“No matter what we do, the world could end, but as long as I’m with you, I’m happy and I’m free,” He grabbed onto Turpin’s hands, they then began to dance.
The dance was like a man’s and woman’s, both being fare and gracing the other with their beauty and presence.
It was when they both joined in and sang loudly and melodically with each other, that caused Todd to smile, as if warmed.
“As long as I have you, and you stay by my side, I’ll live forever, I’ll manage to survive.” Turpin drew Todd in, his look was hard, and there seemed to be absolutely nothing hidden in his eyes, or words,
“I love you.” He said to Todd.
Sweeney pulled him in, and closed the gap. They held each other, kissing deeply. Mr. Todd knew that this kiss meant something. This kiss was a promise, a promise to up hold every word and demand that Todd would ask of him.
Mr. Todd then hugged him, leaning his head on his shoulder, “What was the drug? Why is it that even though it’s not in me, I still feel for you?”
Turpin held him tighter, “There was never a drug. It was a sleeping serum, and diluted heavily with water.” He said.
“Why?” Todd asked. He needed to know why he had been lied to.
“Because if I hadn’t of tricked you, you would have not believed, or wanted me. I also diluted it to make the effects take a while.” He gave a small sigh, “It was your heart, and your own lust that caused you to be attracted to me. It was your mind telling your heart that a joke was being played. Though in reality, it was your own heart that loved me.” He gave a tight squeeze, “I’m sorry.”
Mr. Todd couldn’t help but shake a little. After all this, it was his own emotions and a belief of being drugged, that caused him to think he was in lust, but rather the truth being that he was in love.
He smiled though, as if he were grateful for it.
“What’s my name?” He asked Turpin.
The judge pulled him away, and looked at him, as if seeing him for a first time, “Benjamin, Benjamin Barker.” He then hugged him again.
It was nice having someone hold him, even thought it would never again be his wife.
The end.
-Started: Sun, Aug 3, 10:23 AM
-Ended: Sun, Aug 3, 12:55 PM
-Final finish: 2008
Thank you very much for reading. I am sorry ahead of time if you did not expect such an ending. I know, it isn’t like me to finish a story so…easily. There had been a request for this ending though, and it is in a little dedication to a friend who wanted it like this. Once in a while, I will do this. Anyway, I don’t like happy endings, their not always happy…but once in a while (From a request perhaps) there will be one. And someone catches a good break.
Also, this story was finished a while ago, as you can all see. I wanted to wait till this week though to post it. I thought it would be a good story to include in my 50’s week challenge. Well, I really hope that you all liked it. I hope that you drop by once in a while. J
-D.D.Darkwriter
` -In a dedication, there is normally a sad ending, so we twist the truth for the person dedicated to, so that they can have a nice little ‘break’ from reality. -T.D.