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Title inspiration: Bang Bang par Nancy Sinatra


This fanfiction is a crossover between the Joker from the Dark Knight and Sweeney Todd. It has its own strand, and it is possible that there appear some new characters, ou not.
Batman is not supposed to, but maybe I will change my mind about that later.

The setting is England, London, in the 19th century - the Victorian Era.


But the most important part: this text is originally in german. I translated some of it into English, but most of it I didn't, so I fear toi have to use Google for this.
If toi request my translation, though, I might do it.

Sidenote: Because of the translation, some things might sound weird. ou I just made grammar mistakes. I say "sorry" for that in advance. And I'm open to any translation suggestions / corrections!


Prolog

Warum so ernst?
Wenn ich ein Tagebuch schriebe, wären meine Worte so rot wie das Sekret an der Klinge in meinen behandschuhten Händen.. haha.
Wie auch immer. Willst wohl wissen, was hier abläuft? Ich habe keinen Plan.
Zwei Männer, jeweils auf der Suche nach unterschiedlichen Dingen. Der eine nach Vergeltung, der andere nach... nun ja, was? Das weiß keiner.
Der bin ich. Nenne mich Mr. J, ihn Mr T.
Wir spielen ein Spiel, doch nur ich kenne die Regeln, kenne tanière, den Ausgang. Vielleicht spiele ich auch mit gezinkten Karten, wenn du mich nur lässt. Ich gebe dir die Möglichkeit der Entscheidung.
Lass mich nur. Ich weiß, was richtig ist.
Triff auf Sweeney Todd und The Prince of Crime.
Triff auf dich.
Willst du wissen, warum ich ein Messer benutze? Pistolen sind zu schnell.
Bang Bang!
Ups, siehst du?
~ Joker


Prologue

Why so serious?
If I would be écriture in a diary, my words were as red as the secretion on the blade of the couteau in my gloved hands... haha.
Whatever. Want to know what is going on here? I have no plan.
Two men, each one of them in chercher of different things. The one of vengeance, the other one of... well, what? Nobody knows.
That's me. Call me Mr J, him Mr T.
We play a game, but only I know the rules, know the outcome. Maybe I'm playing with marked cards, when toi just let me do it. I give toi the option of choice.
Just let me. I know what's right.
Encounter Sweeney Todd and The Prince of Crime.
Encounter you.
Wanna know why I use a knife? pistolets are too quick.
Bang Bang!
Oops, see?
~ Joker
posted by hannah_vampire
I awoke to darkness, bloodshot eyes and pain that jolted now and again through my body. “As toi know the hunt comes back then and again but this time was not for a friendly visit this time was because of the Demons of the night and Arielbelle’s obsession of getting in trouble and they have to be killed but Arielbelle has to be stopped and if toi all wont the hunt will”.

ONE WEEK LATER.

Scarlett-Jane was in the boutique getting a belly bar when I bumped into Damon oh just great.Niall saw Damon and me starting to dance with each other he made it pour down rain and then disappear, I smiled and...
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posted by ivanaoshea
Please don't mind if i have somewhere a mistake, english isn't my mother language.
i wrote better stories but only this is on english
i hope toi will like it.




In my street, there are many family houses. Some are big and with parking garages and some are living in car on the street. Mine is somewhere in the middle, I have my own room, one bathroom, dad’s room and cuisine with living room. We don’t have one plus floor. In the back yard is pool and house for dog. We actually don’t have a dog and every time when I ask my dad, he’s name is Mark:”When are toi going to buy me a dog? “And...
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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
So I don't know if I'm even goiing to continue this ou not. But could toi do me a favour and give it a read?

Run, musn't stop running. Can't look back, it's too late now, he's going to chatch up any minute. She was going to get caught, she's going to die.

4 days earlier.

Fear.Pain.Death.Alexis Baker was having another one of her nightmares, ones that she could hardly remember the jour after, but the pain and misery allways got left behind. Allways. A cold sweat covered her face and her whole body was shaking, her hands clenched and her feet twitched. She began to call out, muble words that were...
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I knocked on the large door and waited for her to open it. I didn't get the point of meeting here THEN going to the mall. The thought of Duncan made my blood boil. I don't know how this is gonna work. After that 3 seconde thought, the short but pretty brunette girl I call my best friend opened up the door. She smiled then looked at my hair, "You're gonna go to the auditions and meet hot guys looking like THAT?" Then she grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs.

"This outta work," she beamed, grabbing the straight iron and the hair brush and took a lock of my long blonde hair.

"How long is this...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
This is a story that I wrote for a écriture contest at school. It's called My Sweet Release... Here it is:

My Sweet Release

MY NAME IS DREAM, AND TONIGHT, I lay here to die. Just lying here is perdition, and my faithless mind reminds me that miracles don’t exist. My cœur, coeur bleeds out, and my newborns are still unaware of my predicament. As my little chatons feel content now, I recall everything in my life that led me to this moment. …

When I was nine months old, I was a normal housecat; carefree, jubilant, peaceful. I still lived with my mother, as she took care of her latest litter. There were...
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posted by QueridaPantufa
It’s dark. I can’t even see my own hands. Where am I? I hear something! It probably just was a rat ou something. What did they do to me? Can I escape? Are they watching me right now? Am I alone? My head hurts. I feel like someone is slamming a hammer against it. What do they want from me? Money? If it’s money, I’m in big trouble. I haven’t got any. Of course not. I live on the rue for god’s sake. Why me? Why did they had to choose me? Haven’t I gone through enough yet? Is this some kind of sick joke? Maybe it’s a punishment. I haven’t done anything wrong though. At least...
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posted by lindizzle215
Today my brother Joey and I were going to drive down to our family camp that we help with every year, we still do but were all teenagers so were counselors now.

"Cam lets go I want to get there at a desist hour." Joey said
"Fine, I'll be there in a minute." I a dit back while sitting on my suit case tiring to zip it up.
"Need some help?" Duke asked leaning against the door frame.
"Yes, please." I a dit
He came over, zipped my bags up and took some down stairs. I grabbed my other bags and ran down stairs. I put my bags down and a dit goodbye to everyone and that I would see them all in a few days....
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posted by mia1emmett
my mother called us down for dinner. we have not fixed up the cuisine so we were going to find a restaurant ou fast food. we leaved close to the shops but i had to drive to get there. we all jumped into our new car. Roxy sat up front with my mother. but i had to sit back her with my drooling 2 an old baby brother Ron. Ugh we were listing to Roxy's mix C.D she has not taste in music. i turned my ipod on and listened to it. after 3 songs we got to pizza hut. thank you! my sister really didn't like pizza hut but i didn't care. i was the first one out and went inside, i asked for a table, tableau for...
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posted by viju
Hmmmmm…. (This is a story) aha... (Of husband wife)
I’m not like them
Hmmmmm..... aha aha
That’s the way I am
La la la la la
I’m not like them
La la la la la
That’s the way I am

Be calm, why you’re screamin
Why toi cry, when toi see me hangin
With some, one else, why I feel
Like something burning

Stay back, why you’re comin
After me, now you’re feelin
Jealous, ain’t I feel
When toi were with those bitchy babes when I was seeing you

With somebody else,
Like everyone else
All were watching your back
When toi were flat
With those slut girls
You l’amour to hang with them…….

Tell me…..

(Chorus)
Why...
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Goodnight and Goodbye

He shut the door silently behind him, but not enough for her to hear his fragile cœur, coeur breaking.

When he re-entered the hotel room from the balcony, a sea of faces greeted him. "Do toi wanna drink?" Simon gargled, as soon as he saw Niles' worn face.

He embarked to his room, without another word to Simon ou any other members of Daphnes family. As soon as he stepped through the frame, he saw Mel in bed, waiting for him. She put down the book she was reading, on the side table, tableau and elegantly unblanketed herself from under the covers.
She embraced him and a warm smile spread...
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Chapter Six

After running away from Sean Connors because she was scared that she will do plus stupid things in front of him, Jamie had tried so hard to not bump into him. To do that, Jamie ended the football practice session with Mac early and after having lunch with Mac, Michael, and Jake and for the rest of the day, Jamie did some chores that were completely useless and just relaxed with her family par hanging out with her three kids and at one time, having a very steamy make-out session with her husband in the basement to keep her mind off of Sean Connors who’s equally as sexy as the man she...
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posted by Bella_Swan96
OK, so this is a short story I had to write for English class. Plaese tell me what toi think about it- I hope toi like it.



“Z, get up,” Erin whispered and shook my arm. I opened my eyes to glare at his golden-tanned face. Erin was my best friend and all; but he was so impossible that it wasn’t even stellar.
    “I can’t believe you. Blue hair? That’s so last month,” I mumbled sleepily and sat up in bed.
    “It’s retro- purple is so not stellar… and so is sleeping in, FYI,” Erin replied with a smug smile.
    “No-...
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posted by ZekiYuro
A superhero is a fictional character with special powers.Since the first Superman story was written in the USA in 1938,superheroes have appeared in various comic livres around the world.But plus recently they have become better known as film characters.

Although superhero powers vary widely,superhuman strength and the ability to fly are common.Some superheroes do not have special powers but have developed other important abilities.In order to protect Friends and family,a superhero's identity is normally kept secret,which often means superheroes have complicated double life.

There have been successful...
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posted by ZekiYuro
If toi were hiking in the North American Wilderness and toi saw a ours coming slowly towards you,what would toi do?
a)"I'd talk to it quietly"
b)"I'd walk away slowly"
c)I'd try not to look at it"
d)"I'd make a loud noise"
e)"I'd run"
f)"I'd climb a tree"
g)"I'd pretend to be dead"
h)"I'd spray pepper in its eyes"
i)"I'd try to fight it"

Well,all of these are possible-the best thing to do depends on the mood that the ours is in.If it comes towards toi slowly,experts say toi should talk to it quietly,walk away as slowly as possible,and don't look the ours in the eye.It's possible that it will lose interest....
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posted by funnyshawna
There’s the shadow of a plane
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?


This is just a short poem, inspired par Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
posted by jonas1fan
Some say every an a mysterious girl named Twilight comes out on the first jour of October. The town called Ithaca, a.k.a, Halloween town, people think she is a vampire but it is not true. I just moved here but before I did I have heard legends about her. They say she meets girls and then they disappeared, never see them again. Hey, that is what I have heard about her. Well this is what I think, she is the Halloween spirits daughter and to come to see if people are ready for a real scare. However, if she scare’s toi too much it may lead to death. I don’t even believe she even exits it’s...
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