The Crow: Care for a shave?
The Crow/Sweeney Todd Cross over. ToddXOC.
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right; or in this case, fix a mistake that shouldn't have taken place.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sweeney Todd, or The crow. If I did, I wouldn't be typing this on a shitty ass computer. I also don't own the songs that are going to be 'sung', since it is a musical. I'll but the title and who's it buy before I start typing the lyrics. But I do own my OC's and this idea. Oh, and a majority of the summery is from the begining of The Crow movie, except for the last sentance.
Chapter one: Prologue
"Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod
did Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of Fleet Street.
He kept a shop in London town.
Of fancy clients and good renown
and what if none of their souls were saved
they went to their maker impeccably shaved.
by Sweeney Todd
the Demon Barber of Fleet Street."
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right; or in this case, fix a mistake that shouldn't have happened
The sky was gray, and the air was moist, which wasn't odd for a city like London. The cobble stone streets that had seen better days were now soaked, and covered in graffiti. The buildings were the only thing that hardly changed; still tall, crooked, and black with age, however there were tags on the corners and allies of these buildings. Inside almost every building was buzzing with life, unlike it was centuries ago. What used to be a high class inn was now a bar-windowed elementary school; a bakery was now a Music store; a Meat pie shop was now a tavern, while above it, which is said to be haunted, was now an apartment for two young adults.
But a far ways from that area, was one specific area that has not been touched since it was created; a near to ancient cemetery. The tombstones were broken and covered in moss and vines, the names barely noticeable in the stone. Large dead trees circled the entire cemetery, completing the abandoned look. The long branches hung over the ground, with hardly any leaves hanging on. The grass was so long it was hard to see any stones sticking out from the ground. If it wasn't for the large statue of an angel in the middle, people would've stumbled over graves of long and forgotten people.
At one particular tombstone, that was almost completely covered in weeds and vines, a crow set upon the top. It cocked his head to the side and started to pick and tear off the plants that covered up the front of the stone. With much difficulty, it was successful getting most of it off, and showing off the name that was engraved into it; Benjamin Barker, AKA Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
A/N: Hope you like it. It's a bit short, but that's because it's only the prologue. R&R please, I want to know if this is worth continuing.