Welcome to Sweeney Todd's random victims! Here you see any people (real or not) get kill by the demon barber of Fleet Street! Today it's Captain Jack Sparrow
Captain Jack Sparrow
Jack and his crew raided Fleet Street, looking for answers. He walked past a dingy, gross store, Mrs. Lovett's Pie Shop. He strolled inside and a pale woman with frizzy hair was smacking dough with a rolling pin.
"Miss, what is that you're selling?" Jack curiously asked and peered over the countertop.
"Meat pies." She replied and squished something with her elbow, "Here," she handed him one on a dusty plate, "try one." Jack peeled away the uncooked top layer and scooped some meat out and smelled it. His nose cringed and he tossed the pie over his shoulder when she wasn't looking.
"You got some hair there," She remarked and wiped off the flour, "I know an amazing barber." she smiled at those words and rinsed some caked plates.
"What would his name be?" Jack rubbed his stubble chin, "He might be of service."
She grinned broadly and pulled him to the bottom of a rusty staircase. He hesitated for the first step but she pushed him.
"Well, go on, now." she urged and shoved him onto the first step. Jack did a few steps at a time till he reached the walk way. The platform creaked under him. A bell attached to the door rang when he opened it. A ghostly white man with messy black hair lined with a streak of white leaned and looked outside a big window.
"Are you the barber?" Jack asked and stalked by the chair.
"Yes, sit down." The man wavered a white sheet by it and he sat in it.
"What is your name?" Jack wondered as the man laid the sheet over him.
"Sweeney Todd," He replied faced him at the front than walked back behind, "You're not from here, I'm guessing." he started sharpening his silver razor blade.
"No, I'm not-" Sweeney started spreading the shaving cream, "Is Sweeney even a real name?" Jack asked through the grit of his teeth. Sweeney held the blade under Jack's ear and dragged it up, he continued till he reached the chin, then he answered.
"No, it's not." his blade drew a small amount of blood, but Jack jumped to his feet, taking out his sword.
"You know, there's really no place like London." he said and grinned.
"You don't get any better than this." Todd mimicked Jacks smile and flipped around his razors. The sword lunged and Sweeney batted it away. Sparrow slashed and the blades fell from Todd, who ripped the sword from him and held it to Jack's neck.
"Touché?" He tried Sweeney easily pierced through the jugular veins, both of them. He pulled back the sword and Jack's neck surged with bright red, sticky blood that sprayed everywhere. Todd hauled Sparrow into hit metal chair and stepped on the pedal. The corpse fell through the hole. Sweeney tugged his lapel of his waistcoat and wiped the blood clean from the room for the next customer.
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Sanguine, Deacon (from the end of the world), Skulduggery, himself, Mrs. Lovett, Toby, Joanna, Tim Burton, Emily (corpse bride), oddly enough Facebook guy (Mark Zukerberg), and Hannah Montana…like before, request more and help pick the next victim.