AN: My friend DarkPixy666 and I wrote this story. The story is a semi-cross over between Sweeney Todd and Pirates of the Caribbean. Since this is our first Sweeney Todd fan fiction so some of the character's might be OC. There is some swearing but not much. Plz R&R, constructive criticism is welcome.
It was another normal day on Fleet Street and Sweeney Todd was just about to "shave" one of his unlucky costumers. Todd closed his eyes feeling the blood coursing though his veins with the thought of seeing the precious rubies spill from his next victim. He was stopped short in his thoughts when he realized that his costumer was still waiting. Opening his eyes he reluctantly turned back to his costumer and mixed up the lather. Absent-mindedly he brushed the lather on to the gentlemen's face and sharpened one of his friends.
Sweeney glanced over his shoulder struggling to remember the costumer's name and said in a strong voice " Mr. Clarkston is it?"
Mr. Clarkston turned his head slightly and said " Yes, that's my name." Turning back with a slight frown he thought ' I just told him my name a moment ago, hmm.
Sweeney Todd polished his blade one last time before he made ready to 'shave' Mr. Clarkston.
Sweeney walk's slowly around to the front of the barber's chair with his back to the costumer. Sweeny grinned menacingly as he turned and brought his arm down swiftly to cut the man's throat only to open his mouth in silent astonishment as the gentlemen in front of him caught his arm.
Mr. Clarkston knew something was off about this man the moment he walked into the shop. Thinking to himself he wasn't surprised at the sudden change of character and then stop thinking as the barber started to struggle.
' How could this man even know what I was about to do' Sweeney thought as he twisted his arm in attempt to detach his arm from the steely grasp of Mr. Clarkston. He gave one final heave and flew back as Mr. Clarkston let go unexpectedly.
Mr. Clarkston ran towards the door as he saw his only chance of escaping this mad man but was cut off as Sweeney blocked his way. Seeing that he couldn't get passed him Mr. Clarkston came to the conclusion that the last choice was to get out by force. Swinging around quickly he grabbed the first thing closest to his hand, which happened to be a metal teapot and hurled it desperately in Sweeney's direction and smiled as he heard a satisfying thunk and made his way toward the door.
As Sweeney shook off the dizziness he lunged towards the smug "gentleman" and slit the filthy bastard's throat and listened to the assholes gurgling plea's.
Staggering away from the fresh corpse Sweeney grabbed his head and muttered " That bloody prick." Moaning he staggered as the ground tilted at an odd angle and winced at the unrelenting stinging and throbbing of his head. Swaying he muttered " What the . . ." and blacked out. Faintly Sweeney Todd heard the pit-pattering of urgent footsteps and lost all conscience.
AN: So there you have it, the first chapter, sorry it's a little short. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon soooooooooooo. . . . . . . . Write a review and get a nice, juicy, virtual meat pie :D Hope you like it. LOL