Okay, I know that for some of you who have seen the movie this is going to be pretty much word for word and scene for scene, for the most part. I will change some items and names, of course, to make it Danny Phantom related. :) I love Danny Phantom and Dan Phantom is one of my ABSOLUTE fave villains! I thought to myself when I watched Sweeny Todd that they were just toooooo similar and Dan would just fit right in there. Both men went evil because of their loved one, their other half, and sought revenge on those that they felt had done that love in. Hope you enjoy. :)

Amiss the fog a ship floated into shore, the mast a white flag upon the darkness. Around him the lights a dim sight as another young male sings about his travels around the wide world.

I have sailed the world
beheld its wonders
from the Dardanelles,
to the mountains of Peru,
But there's no place like London!
I feel home again...
I could hear the city bells ring...
Whatever would I do?
No there's...

An older male, worn out looking with dark circles under his eyes and a dark appearance about him.

"No, there is no place like London!" he states in an almost sing songy voice, save for the underlying anger in his tone. The younger male looks to him in question, his voice saying as much as he whispered the older male's name. "You are still young," is his response. "You will learn." The older male walks past him, toward the edge of the boat. His hair is jet black, with just a streak of white in it, though he still appears to be quite young in his appearance you can tell that he has seen it all. He continues to sing of the place he knew...a place that had burned him and taken all that he loved away from him for no reason other than the man that had imprisoned him. The evil judge.

The ship docks and Daniel disappears among the darkness as several sailors embark on their journey to find a woman to pleasure them or to sleep with as they had spent several months without the touch of a woman's comfort. The young male from before follows Daniel out.

"Mr Phantom?" he questions. "Is everything okay?" Dan shakes his head.

"I feel shadows from this place...from these streets."

"Shadows?"

"Ghosts." He takes a few steps forward. "There was a barber and his wife...and she was beautiful! A foolish barber and his wife...she was his reason and his life...She was beautiful and virtuous!" In his mind he was back to the days of his happiness. The time in which he and the love of his life were walking thru the flowers of the local market, him pushing a baby carriage around with a small dark haired child smiling up at him. "And he was...naive. " The pair of young parents looked down upon their young child, both so in love and oblivious to the world around them. The small child looked happily at her father as her mother held her close. The world seemed perfect for the trio..so great as if the sun would shine forever on the beautiful family.

"There was another man who saw that she was beautiful." Another dark haired male skulked in the shadows watching the young couple coo over their child. "A pious vulture of the law. Who, the the gesture of his claw removed the barber from his plate. Then there was nothing but to wait." A rough looking male appeared at the side of the dark haired male, his hair lighter than his master's, a smirk appearing on his face as the other male whispered something to him. Disappearing into the darkness the other male focused on the couple as a pair of officers came out of nowhere and rushed to the family who moments before had been enjoying their life. They took down the barber with a thump of their club, the young wife holding her child closer as her husband was taken away. "And she would fall. So soft, so young. So lost and, oh, so beautiful!"

Dan found himself back in the same shadows of the dock, his lips twisting in effort not to cry out his anger.

"And the lady, sir, did she succumb?" the younger male queered. He waited as Dan, without turning toward him, responded.

"Oh, that was many years ago. I doubt if anyone would know." He turned now, his face half lit by the lanterns that glowed around them. Still he only glanced at the other male, keeping his head down for the most part. He didn't seem to want to make eye contact, but even though he didn't do that he still thanked the young man.

"I'd like to thank you, Tucker. If you hadn't spotted me, I'd be lost on the ocean still."

"Will I see you again?" Tucker asked, not moving toward Daniel at first, until Dan responded to his question. "You might find me if you like. Around Fleet Street, I wouldn't wonder." Dan looked out onto the skies above London. The grey clouds hovered over the city, as if knowing what had come upon it's shores. Tucker stuck out his hand to the man whom he had saved.

"Until then, my friend," he said, but Dan ignored him, taking small steps out into the streets of his former home. His shoes could be heard on the cobblestone streets as he headed for a place unknown to his savior. As he walked quickly now down the darkened streets he muttered something dark under his breath.

"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit. And it's filled with people who are filled with shit. And the vermin of the world inhabit it." Dan walks quickly thru streets filled with drunks and homeless bums, occasionally passing a house of ill repute before coming to stop at a corner where a dark building stood on the corner, people walking past if as if it weren't there. It was still dark about Dan, the skies a murky grey with smoke towers that filled the air with smog. Walking across the street he entered the shop, a young woman behind the counter working to cut something on the board in front of her not even lifting her head. Her dark hair was a mess around her shoulders, her skin a pale tan color and her clothing worn and dirty, barely covering her heaving chest as she worked.

Dan took a few steps back, intending to leave the worn out and dirty shop when she looked up, a shocked look in her teal eyes.

"A customer!" she cried out before stabbing the knife into the cutting board. Wait! What's your rush? You gave me such a fright I thought you was a ghost!" She moved quickly, her feet making no sound as she put her hands on his shoulders, the dark haired male looking at her hands as if they had burned him. He didn't step away though, looking at her again as she continued to talk. "Half a minute, can't you sit?" She moved him over to a booth near the door, her hands attempting to force him to sit and when he didn't she stated again with a shove."Sit you down. Sit!" Rushing off again to her post in front of the cutting board she continued to speak.

"All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks!" Pulling out the knife she looked to him as she placed the knife on the table. "Did you come here for a pie, sir? Do forgive me if me head's a little vague," she stated with a wipe of her forehead before noticing a roach on the board next to some pasty crust. "What was that?" Picking it up she threw it on the ground where other bugs were crawling in front of what appeared to be a wood burning stove with a fire glowing in it's open mouth. "But you'd think we had the plague! From the way that people keep avoiding-" she stopped as she stomped on the critters as they tried to flee before noticing another on the table. "No, you don't," she told the bug before squashing it.

"Heaven knows I try, sir!" Heading over to a plate containing something akin to food she placed one on another plate while still continuing her piece. "But there's no one comes in even to inhale. " Blowing on the pie she brings it over to him, the look on his face blank and yet the look in his eyes is uneasy as he eyes the counter behind her that has seemed to conjure up more of the roaches she had been killing as she talked. "Right you are, sir would you like a drop of ale?" Walking away again she leaves the pie before him. "Mind you, I can hardly blame them. These are probably the worst pies in London. I know why nobody cares to take them." Dan leans over the offending pastry, his semi gloved hand moving the place closer so he can see what has been placed before him. It looks like week old dog shit. He moves it around on his plate as she still continues to talk.

"I should know, I make them. But good? No! The worst pies in London," she moves around the small kitchen area making another one of the offending food items, if one could call them that with they way she talked. Even that's polite... The worst pies in London. If you doubt it, take a bite!" She rolls another pastry into form, taking a spoon laden with mucky looking brown goop out of a bowl before plopping the goop into the round pie she had just finished. The resounding plop sound it made made Dan wince. Bringing his pie to his face he smelled it, finding it didn't smell bad he opened his mouth to take a bit as she said, "If you doubt it, take a bite." He did just that as she looked up. "Is that just disgusting? You have to concede it. It's nothing but crusting." She poured whatever had been in a glass next to her into the same bowl in which she had just slopped the filling for the pie before taking another bottle out to fill the glass. Dan spit his bite onto the floor of the shop, not hiding his distaste for what he had put in his mouth. She brought him the drink with the words, "Here, drink this, you'll need it."