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STORY TITLE: Attend the Tale of Sweeney Todd: Rebirth   
AUTHOR: Me, meself, and I.   
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13 ( Mild violence, mild language, a weeping Sweeney. D: )   
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sweeney Todd. Though I wish every night that I did, it shall never be so.   
CHAPTER SUMMERY: Todd has finally reached the shores of England and is returning home. Though expecting the sight of his beautiful wife, he gets something else he rather would not have to face.  
 
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please, I ask you to NOT fav and run on this story. I'd like just as much reviews as favorites. :)   
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"Father, please! Daddy... no. Daddy!" her screams echoed in the room, but they were drowned by the glint of a knife coming down mercilessly on her already blood-soaked chest.   
 "You did this to yourself!" his voice was coated with scorn, "Filthy whore! You dishonored my family!"   
 Her brother stood motionless in the room, as her eyes glazed over, his face was the last one she would ever see. A smile danced on his lips; she could hear him laugh--cold and gleeful.   
  Delicate fingertips hoisted her bloodied body towards the sky. She savored the sweet taste of freedom. Freedom.
As Shadow was walking home he looked up into the sky.   "Why,"He said,"Why is there so much hate in our world?" Then his question was answered.  "Because there is so many people living in depression...like you." Shadow spun around. He  saw that it was his old rival, Sonic The Hedgehog."W-what are you talking about?!" he spat. Sonic smirked."Haven't you realised that you wouldnt open up to anyone ever since Maria died?" he said. Shadow rolled his eyes."I can open up  to anyone whenever i want!" he growled. "Prove it."  "Fine I will!"  Shadow ran up to Sonic and kissed him. Sonic had a WTF
"I don't believe it!" Someone's voice exclaimed. "Even unconscious the Gen turns him into this... thing!"   "No," Another voice chimed in, stern and knowledgeable; pee your pants scary. "The Gen doesn't do it. He does. I'm quite sure he could control himself if he tried hard enough. The Gen has fused itself to a few of his hungriest emotions. Such as anger, sadness... hate. Once he learns how to stop those emotions completely, he might learn how to control himself. Until then, we continue this treatment." The voice faded away and Clide trembled, going through a series of sharp pain.   "Wake up, Clide." The voice was as sof
                                                               Truth                                             &#
 You are the placebo in my pills. You keep me sane, calm, collected; I am a better person for having met you. But while my stomach is full, my heart is empty and that is something that no one can ever fix.   
 The evidence is splayed out on the floor with the obviousness of a plain statement. In lead tones, dead songs are sung in prehistoric languages. My partner and I are at the edge of reason, the place where we cannot find the culprit but we've got so many decent ideas. Snow as cold as steel drops like acid rain with extra chemicals in the mix, I let a murder of crows fly overhead without whispering a prayer to keep the
The plane flies low as the pilot fights to keep it out of the water. I am not supposed to be on this plane, or any plane. I wasn’t even intentionally at the airport. But I know what will happen. At least I know what will happen to me. It has won again, but I can at least save the others on the plane— if I concede, It will leave them alone.  
   “All right!” I call, disturbing the terrified silence held by the other passengers. “If you can find a way to get me off the plane while it’s still in the air, you win this round!”     The other passengers look at me as though I’ve g
I felt the nervous regret explode upon my body like a ton of bricks. My heart was pounding so hard from sadness and fear that I thought it was going to kill me. Then again death at this moment in time would be more then welcome. The pain my body had been bad; almost too much to take, but this was destroying me. I wanted to close my eyes, look away and pretend that this wasn’t happening. But it was like a train wreck. Even with my blood dripping into my one good eye I just couldn’t turn my head from what that man was doing to my brother.   
 I kept my eye glued into his helpless ones. He never looked away from me, like
You felt the odd presence of a creature you hate the most.  Why escape?   
There must be someone in your life… You know who is a vampire.   
      It’s close to winter…  I don’t know why it has to be this way.   
Here I am in school, listening to my annoying teacher’s lectures about legends.  On and on. She never shuts up.  I’m Nina, an odd fourteen year old girl.  I tend to doubt my confidence. Along with legends and fairytales.  But who are you to expect. No one gets to see many vampires and were wolves….   
I at leas
michel woke with the summer sun on his face , blinding him from his sleep , he sat up in bed and looked around him ; it was a mess there were  people sleeping all over the floor  and bottles , drugs , alcohol stains and the place was trashed . he looked to his side and saw his fiance , obviously dead , choked on her own vomit , she drank and took too much last night her peroxide hair over her face and eyes hidden by dark sunglasses . he didnt care anymore. he grabbed his jeans from ontop of a sleeping guest , put them on then went to the mirror by the balcony , wiped the lipstick from the glass and looked at himself ; his
the next morning , Lauren  came into the kitchen; she was tall , slim and curvy with shoulder length bitter chocolate coloured hair , she was wearing her fiances shirt and a pair of "kiss this" panties , she sat up on one of the stools  and opened her saturn magazine , they had the exclusive on michel steels suicide , michel was a good friend of hers and one of her fiances clients . the kitchen was bright , airy and open planned with light wood sides and granite work tops  as. she opened the report page , stuart came rushing downstairs buttoning his shirt , his long , mousy brown hair was a mess as usual " have y
When Stuart arrived at his new york office ; he was a high flying music producer and the manager of the rock band Trinity , in which his friend becki was the lead singer and thier late friend Michel steele was the lead guitarist . He sat down at his desk and logged onto his laptop where he had a picture of Lauren as his wall paper , he stared at the picture and smiled at the fact that they would be married the next summer . he was pulled back to reality from his daydream by his secutary on the speakerphone " mr orman there is a lady here to see you .. her name is Luci saturn from saturn magazine "  
"oh god ... send her in" he hated deal
Suburbs of Boston  April, 25 1990   
 
‘April 25, 1990  Mother hit me again today caz I got in a fight. That makes my 5 fight this week, and the 12 time she’s hit me. I cownted. I wish she was ded. Sumtimes I get so mad I punch things, or other people. Sumtimes I want to kill them and I get really close, but then I remember and run away.     
When I’m asleep, I hear these things in my hed. A man tells me things. I keep ask what his name is, but he wont tell me. He told me last night. His name is Ovack.    I’m not alowed to say it tho he said that bad things will h
EXMORTIS  
I woke up in the woods with a lump on my head I couldn’t remember how I got there all I can recall are the dreams.  It’s late and cold and I’m unsure of where I was exactly fighting through the head ache I regain my focus and see a house in a clearing. Surrounded by dead trees and grass well everything was dead the leaves from the trees were lying on the ground being blown away by the strong wind. The moon was full and the sky was a vary dark brown. And sand was blowing everywhere. And the house looked old and looked like it has been there forever but it was standing there holding its self up. I looked arou
The fair grounds are deserted now. Nobody's been here since probably what?- twenty, thirty years ago? So why am I here?   
"I bet your too chicken to do it," Nate had said, his usual jackass smirk on his face. It was slanted a bit, so it looked crooked and more jackassish that should be.   
"I'd tell you to watch me, but you might enjoy that too much," I said back, and ran off. I knew Nate well enough to know to high tail it outta there before he could even ball his fist. Calling him gay had not been a brilliant comeback to someone who could snap you in half.   
 Right. Stupidity. That's why I'm here. My lig
I wake up in the shower. The red specks are still there. Why? I can't remember. Not that it mattered.  None of it mattered.  Not anymore. Not anymore.   
I walk down the street; my ankles are my weights. The demons are around me. Don't stop. They don't listen. My demons disappear; my protection gone. But I'm going anyways. So I guess it didn't really matter.  None of it mattered.  
Not anymore. Not anymore.   
I come to an old lady. Well, she runs into me. Her eyes are gone; carved out by old hands of her clock. I can see flakes of rust on her face still. How agonizing the pain must have been. It makes
Chapter 3               I awoke with a jolt as I open my eyes “Where am I?” I asked myself kind of hoping a helpful voice would answer me instead of a sycotic one, but no such voice came I was alone as I looked about my surroundings. A small chain link fence black seats I then realized I was still in Officer Bill’s car and the memoirs of how I got here. It was bright out as sunlight seeped throughout the windshields reflecting upon the floating dust particles within its air. I sat up to look at the clock on the outside of the small cage designed to keep criminals
"C'mon! Get a taxi! I thought you said you were "pro" at getting a taxi!" yelled Kevin's little sister, Stephanie, as they stood underneath several Sunday newspapers on the ground in the pouring rain, still waiting for Kevin's special powers to come in effect.  
"Shut up, it's your fault we are even in this mess! You "had" to go to the toy store to get a doll!" shouted Kevin, almost grasping his little sister and lifting her into the air by the collar of her shirt.  
"It's not JUST a doll, it’s a Lifeguard Barbie! With real swimming action!" replied Stephanie, looking up to Kevin, squinting her eyes and putting her hands on her
Rayan looked about the room. Everyone was ignoring her, to busy playing the games the "lord" put out. She watched them, sneering with annoyance. The boy and girl she saw at the table were by the fireplace. She didn't go towards them just yet. Her attention was on the books that lined the walls. Yes, this was his study. Not one that was in the wing forbidden to the children, but one that he allowed them to touch the novels, desks, and soft lounge chairs. Yes, a kind man who let the youth join him in his pursuit in knowledge. It seem she was growing fond of this lord Alexander.     She walked to the blonde and red haired children
The scene was enough to make any true patriot smile.   
The stadium was packed with hundreds upon thousands of willing bodies, adorned with the crimson and white vestments of the Creator. No words were spoken, and only the sound of one's own breathe could be heard. There was anticipation in the air, with every eye eagerly focused on the center-stage, a large circular platform with a deep crimson podium centered upon it. The shining image of the Creator gleamed in gold on the two flags situated adjacent to the platform at either side.  
 
Suddenly, a deep, insistent metal humming could be heard throughout the large structur

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