Sweeney Todd's Story

The morning hit the grand windows of the School of Saint Kleios’ academy. Students roll out of their bedrooms in their dorms some more reluctantly than others. To regular outsiders they look like regular high schoolers, to the well informed they know the truth.

They are clones.

Every student roaming these halls are clones of some historical figure, infamous and famous alike, the good and the bad and the in between.

The music halls are filled with songs their originals wrote. Books are being written that people once thought the authors wouldn’t be able to write again. New theories are coming out by scientists. Some clones do not yet know their place. Others know it to well.
The clones are well provided for with exquisite food to suit their taste from vegan, to vegetarian, and everything else. There is even a small salon where they can go to get a shave and a haircut or new hair style.
But there rumors going around about a few non clones, that for the first time since the academy were created, would be allowed in. Fear and excitement mix with the ramble, some happy, some mad, and others unsure.

Though all know one thing.

This year will most certainly be different than the others.

Sweeney Todd, The demon Barber of Fleet Street opened his eyes and groaned as his headache kicked in. “Bloody Hell…” he muttered to himself as he rubbed his head. This is not the fearsome Demon Barber himself of course, but his clone. “Ugh I stayed up too much last night reading that Penny Dreadful again…” he muttered as he let out a huge yawn and looked around his yellow eyes blurry, he was confused at his surroundings before he realized where he was, the penny dreadful in question was on his chest and in front of him was a meat pie from last night. “The salon of course… I somehow always wind up sleeping in one of the barber chairs when I stay here too late.” He muttered as he stretched his arms over his head and looked in the mirror. “…I look like hell…” he muttered as he say his wiry black hair sticking out of the place, the one white streak was of course messed up.

He looked at his pale skin and the black rings under his eyes before he shook his head and took out his personal comb and sorted it out quickly as he went to his office in the salon and quickly put on an apron over his usual clothes and played the CD Player he kept on him to pass the time as he cleaned up for the next day. He frowned as the song started to play; it seemed someone had switched his CD with the sound track to Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. The song was on Epiphany, from the voices he gathered it was the Johnny Depp Version. He had seen the movie, though the teachers hadn’t want him to do so, thinking it might influence him in some way. He only sighed and let the music play, he liked the beat of the song. In fact he found himself humming it as he swept the floor clean and polished the mirror. He was cleaning when he bumped into a desk and knocked over a box. He immediately picked it up and checked if they were damaged, he flipped open the top and sighed in relief, the items of course were silver early eighteenth century straight razors, the murder weapon of the real Demon Barber. For a second a crooked grin crossed his face before he shook his head and took out two placing them in their holster on his belt.

The song changed to ‘my friends.’ As he listened to it he heard the Actress playing Margery Lovett and tilted his head, “I wonder how she is doing…” he pondered to himself before shaking his head. “her original poisoned herself and because of that my original was hanged…though he did deserve it…will I end up like him? Will I be hanged? Did the original Lovett do it to incriminate my original or to protect him? Or did she do it for another reason? …there is no way to know the answers… we are not the same people after all…” he brooded to himself as he ran a hand through his hair and went back to his office and changed into his school uniform, just because he ran the salon doesn’t mean he was free from classes. “Oh yeah the rumors say non-clones will be coming here… they will probably think I am a monster… ah well.” He muttered as he headed to the door of his salon and soon entered the Academys' hallways.

Sweeney walked down the hallway as he saw a familiar sight, though it would seem odd in any other school, it was of course Harry in a strait jacket. It seemed he was talking to Antonio; he only smiled as he walked closer, a few people moving out of his way while others stopped their whispering. He was used to it though it still slightly bothered him. He reached the two with a grin, “Harry, Antonio! How are you two?” he asked them good naturedly. He glanced at Harrys’ hair, “…Harry you need a haircut.” He commented as he crossed his arms. He looked around for Marge, “Probably already in cooking class…” he muttered to himself. He saw as a girl walked up to them, he did not recognize her, which meant she was new… and possibly a non-clone. “Hello Miss. Oh Harry? He usually is in this, drives the teachers batty.” He remarked with a smile. He felt someone charge into him as he stumbled forward grabbing onto Antonio so as not to fall down, "Sorry about that." he remarked as he turned around to see Anne. "Anne...you really must watch where you are going... and your hair is a mess!" he remarked as he offered her his hand.

Charity listened to the boy carefully and nodded, blushing. Oh come on.. I'm probably the only person who didn't know that! Charity mentally punched herself across the face when a girl with red hair bumped into Sweeney.

"Anne...you really must watch where you are going... and your hair is a mess!" Well, that's a nice thing to say to a girl... Charity cleared her throat. "I... I guess I haven't properly introduced myself... I'm Charity Chase. A uh, non-clone." Charity said that last part a little quieter and with a blush on her face because she thought they would make a big deal of it.

Antonio looked up at both the girl and his dear Mr. Tod. He purred as he had to catch Sweeney. The other male was absolutely adorable. He helped the other back up and peered around him. "Hello there, Ms. Bonny." He turned to the girl again, a Ms. Chase and bowed.

"Please to meet you. I'm Antonio Vivaldi. This lovely barber here is Sweeney Tod." He gently took the latter's hand and grinned, flashing her a wink. "Now, shall we head to class? I believe it's almost time to start." He reluctantly released the hand in his and inclined his head towards the class door.

Charity felt a little awkward when the boy in the straight jacket asked her if she could scratch his nose and she felt even more awkward when he was making a bunch of weird faces at her which caused her to laugh a little. She ended up scratching his nose anyways, just wanting to help. Charity turned her head to look at the barber telling the girl she needed a haircut when she heard her name from Harry once more.

"Hiya Charity!" Charity turned her head to face the boy again. "I'm Harry Houdini, nice to meet you. If there is ever any trouble feel free to ask me. Or if you are desperate ask one of these fine gentlemen here." Charity smiled. "Thank you! And I really wouldn't want to be a burden..." She turned to the boy with glasses, as he was speaking to her.

"Please to meet you. I'm Antonio Vivaldi. This lovely barber here is Sweeney Tod." Charity waved lightly at Sweeney. Charity blushed a bit when Antonio took her hand and blushed even more when he winked. "Now, shall we head to class? I believe it's almost time to start." She let her hand slide down back to her side and nodded.

"W-Well, uh.. Okay." Charity let out a little smile and started walking towards the classroom, hoping Antonio would follow. I cant believe that just happened! No boy has ever held my hand before... I'll have to read up on Antonio. He seems like such a kind, charming person. Charity was blushing again just thinking about what had happened.

"Hey Anne!? What is the first class?" asked Harry feelig much better now that the itch had been vanquished by Charity. "I hope it is PE. I here we will be starting swimming. I was looking for an additional challenge to my daring escape"

Harry watched as Antonio worked his own 'magic' on the girl. She looked smitten already and Harry chuckled as he felt his something give in the suit and his focus went to the cause. It was somewhere around his left shoulder.

Harry followed as he tried to remember if he actually shared the same class with these people but his mind jumped from class to his straight jacket and back again.