So this is a story I'm writing for my friends 15th birthday. She is a complete Johnny Depp/Sweeney Todd-nerd so I thought I could write her as a character in Sweeney Todd. The reason I publish this is for because I'm not sure if its good or not...^^' and I want opinions that aren't my moms (who'll say that a drawing I drew is pretty when I know it's pue ugliness)

So please rewiew and tell me if its good, bad, it could use some work, I should get out of here, anything ;)

Rated T because, it's Sweenet Todd and I find it hard to make a fanfic on a story where you make pies out of people...

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…

In the fog and darkness of the backstreet quarters of London a boy of 4 years sat in the gutter weeping over a bundle of cloth. His cheeks were sunken in and his hair was hanging like lank and greasy curtains over his blue-grey eyes. His clothes were filthy, worn and patched and he also had no shoes covering his dirty feet and his entire body was shivering. Either from the cold or from the giant sobs that shook his entire small body. Heaven knows that he tried to be brave. He almost managed to convince himself that it was for the best and that he had to be a man and take care of his mother now that his father had passed on. Almost.

The street was busy at this hour and many passed the place where he sat. Ladies with dresses in lovely patterns and colors walking almost as if they were dancing, their feet barely touching the ground, chattering and laughing and gaining many almost hungry glances from all the poor vagrants who were standing or sitting in the dark next to the houses, stealing a glance at how life could have been if you had been born in another life and not in the likes of theirs, gentlemen walking with swift steps, showing off their tight pants with their gold watches in their breast-pockets and their high leather boots pattering against the cobble. There were dogs sniffing the corners looking for a treat from someone's meal and from time to time there would come young boys running through the crowd with an unlucky person running after them, yelling something like "Stop thieves!" No one paid any attention to the boy crying on the sidewalk. Everyone had their sight fixed on their particular heading (most of them heading towards a pie shop two streets away called Miss Mooney's Pies) and most of them didn't have enough time to pay attention to him.

His mother came out from the shop on the opposite side of the street and he ran over to her. She hugged him tightly and whispered soothing into his hair, "there, there…..just for the best…..can't come with us…...as hard for me as for you….we'll come back someday…they said they would help," while stroking his hair with her thin hands.

They left. The boy and his mother. He cried many more nights with the saltwater breeze drying his tears while the rhythm of the ocean lulled him to sleep. They arrived in the new country. His mother got married. He learned to forget her smile when she was gone, lying in the earh.

But some pictures stayed engraved in his mind from that foggy day from 17 years ago.

The woman and her husband's faces. How the bundle of cloth left his mothers hands when she gave it to them. How the husband looked adoringly at it. How his mother had said goodbye to them and pulled him along with her, leaving the bundle behind forever. How it had contained his little sister.

So this is a prolouge, don't worry, it isn't the story

For those who didn't get it

The Bundle: my friend as a baby

Woman+Husband:Lucy and Benjamin Barker

Chapter 1

Anthony Hope stood on the deck of the ship from Plymouth and looked out over the sleeping London. The street-lamps threw a misty light over the black waters and up ahead London Bridge towered.

He sang, I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders. From the Dardanelles to the mountains of Peru. But there's no place like London...

A man emerged and repeated, "But there's no place like London…"

"Mr. Todd?" Anthony asked, a bit scared from his friends' sudden outburst.

You are young, life has been kind to you, Sweeney Todd replied. Suddenly he seemed swept away with a flow of evil memories, his eyes darkened and he became older and somewhat vengeful. You will learn, He sang and walked forward to the very front of the ship and continued singing. But now it was more bitter and every word dripped with contempt.

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit, and it goes by the name of London...
At the top of the hole sit a privileged few, making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo,

turning beauty into filth and greed. I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,
for the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru, but there's no place like London.

The ship was now moored to the quay and Sweeney made his way of the ship with a very confused Anthony following his trail.

"Is everything all right, Mr. Todd?" Anthony asked when they were of the ship. Mr. Todd had his back to him and answered in a distant voice.

"I beg your indulgence, Anthony. My mind is far from easy. In these once familiar streets I feel shadows, everywhere."

"Shadows?" Anthony asked, even more confused and stared intensely at Todd's back frame.

"Ghosts" was his answer and he began telling a tale of a naïve barber, a lustful judge and a beautiful lady.

There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful.
A foolish barber and his wife. She was his reason for his life,
and she was beautiful, and she was virtuous.
And he was, naive.

There was another man who saw, that she was beautiful...
A pious vulture of the law, who with a gesture of his claw,
removed the barber from his plate. Then there was nothing but to wait.
And she would fall!
So soft!
So young!
So lost
and oh, so beautiful!

"And the lady sir? Did she succumb?" Anthony asked engrossed with the story.

"Oh, that was many years ago, I doubt if anyone would know." Mr. Todd answered still with his back to Anthony.

"I'd like to thank you, Anthony. If you hadn't spotted me, I'd be lost on the ocean still." He continued and finally turned and faced Anthony.

"Will I see you again?" Anthony asked him, worried since he didn't know anyone in London.

"You might find me if you like. Around Fleet Street, I wouldn't wonder."

"Until then my friend! " Anthony said, and reached out to shake his hand but Mr. Todd merely ignored him and strode of towards and different alley. As he walked under an archway he repeated the words he had murmured to himself these past 13 years.

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..

Yes I changed the 15 years to 13 to fit the age of my friend and to get the story to make sense later on. I hope you forgive me. :)