Disclaimer: I do not own Oliver Twist or anything associated with it. I also do not own Soul Eater or anything associated with it. I especially do not own the lyrics to where is love.
Hey this is kind of crossoverish, and I tend to cuss. Please enjoy and you've been warned

Maka POV
I sat there gawking at some of the other work house kids who had already gotten their food. I was so hungry I wanted to eat the whole pot of gruel. But that was impossible and I knew it so, I just stood and waited for my piece of bread and small bowl of food.

"Next," came the voice of Medusa the owner of the workhouse's wife. She had long blonde hair and was average height for a lady but surprisingly she was extremely scary."Next," she called again; I walked up and she dumped a scoop of gruel, and a slice of bread in my bowl."Come on, keep this damned line moving!" She yelled scaring some of the younger kids near her shitless.

I sat down at the nearest table and woofed down the food. I then looked down at the totally empty bowl and slumped on the bench, I was still so hungry. Then I finally gave up and did the unthinkable I got up and went to Medusa.
"Please may I have a little bit more?" I asked.

"What!" She yelled, shocked and infuriated.

"May I please have some more?" I asked timidly. With the look on her face I could tell I was in trouble and I sprinted away weaving skillfully through tables and a few kids who were standing.

"Catch her!" She screamed, some of the kids seemed to feel bad for me but she was too frightening and so they helped to catch me. I was fine for about three minutes, and then some boy got close enough to me and grabbed my wrist. I struggled and tried to break free but his hands held tight.

"You!" She screamed. "Bring her here." The boy did as he was told and as soon as I was in her grasp she pushed me to the ground. "You greedy little bitch!" She hollered at me again. Then she turned to the boy who had caught me, "Go with her and get her belongings. Then I want you to bring her back to me. She turned and faced the other children of the workhouse, "to bed all of ya!" With that the room scrambled and ran out of the dining hall. So the boy grabbed my wrist again.

"Come on," he said in a dead tone as he started to lead me away. I thought it would be a silent walk, until his voice shook me from a slight haze I was in while thinking what my punishment could be."I'm sorry. Please believe me; I really want to help you escape." At first the idea was welcoming, one word that could make me happy. Escape. Then I thought of the boy and how he would be sold or maybe killed.

"No, I'm the one in trouble, and if you let me escape they'll punish you. Trust me; my pitiful life isn't worth yours." I said grimly, as I opened the door to my room. Then I grabbed what I could of my stuff and turned to leave. But he blocked the door and got a little too close.

"Please just run," he whispered in my ear.

"No," was the one word I could muster. He moved away and looked sad, like a little kid when thier cat dies.

So he stepped out of the way and he started to lead me out to the dining hall again. Were the most horrid sight possible was awaiting me the owner of the workhouse. The boy stiffened, "Run please just go," he begged under his breath.
"No," I stated stubbornly. I just continued to walk with my usual grim expression, expecting the worst.

"Alright I'll take her from here." Medusa's husband stated as he grabbed me and thrust me to the ground. "What a greedy little thing." He said looking down at me."Well you are. . . What 16 years old? Yes that seems right well; maybe someone will buy you as a sex slave." With that he grabbed my wrist and led me out of the workhouse and through the streets on London. "One girl; girl for sale. She's going cheap only five pounds. One rather pale girl, she is going cheap." He chanted leading me around. A middle aged man finally came up; he was well dressed in a fine suit and bow tie.

"Hm. . . How much for her?" He questioned.

"Hello Ox. I'll give her to you for seven pounds." Medusa's husband stated firmly.

"Why don't you two come with me to my office, it is only a block away from here. There we could possibly come up with some sort of bargain." stated formally.

"Yes, very well, whatever you wish." he replied seeming to know that there was no way around it. So they walked and I was basically dragged to the undertaker's office.

"Honey would you please come down for a moment." The middle aged man ordered, in a rather nice way.

"What is it? What do you want from my life?" She interrogated as she stomped down the stairs.

"Nothing, nothing. Just look at this girl." He stated with little boy excitement in his voice.

"Yes, what about her?" She asked, still annoyed.
"There is an expression of melancholy on her face, my dear. I think she would make a terrific coffin follower. Not for just adults but for the children too. I think it would add a grand effect. Don't you think so Kim?" Ox asked keeping the boyish excitement in his voice.

"Hm. . . Yes for once you may have a good idea." She stated, I wonder if that annoyance in her voice ever goes away. "Do you think you can keep that grim expression on your face? In front of many people and for a long time too?"

"I think so ma'ma" I answered.

"Alright, Ox you pay the man and go to bed." She ordered her husband around almost like an animal, but he listened and did as he was told. She then turned to me, "So have you eaten yet?"

"No ma'm not since," I paused not wanting to say the cause of me being sold.

"Okay then, here is the scraps we leave out for the dog. You ain't too frilly to eat them are ya?"

"No ma'm," I answered quickly taking the bowl and shoving food in my mouth.

"You done yet?" She asked. I nodded in reply, because I was still chewing. "Good then. You'll be sleeping among the coffins. You don't mind do you? Well it don't matter what you think anyway, you can't sleep anywhere else." With that she left me all by myself surrounded by coffins. I sighed and dropped my few belongings on the ground near the counter. I tried to think of happier times, before Mama died. I thought of the songs she sang. Then without really thinking I started to sing, my favorite lullaby.

Where is love?
Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneat the willow tree
That I've been dream of?
Where is she?
Who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know the sweet "hello"
That's only meant for me?
Who can say where she may hide?
Must I travel far and wide?
'Til I am bedside the someone who
I can mean something to
Where is love?

I then looked around making sure no one was watching and made a break for the door. Escape it meant freedom so I ran and ran. One word, one rather simple word, that could make me happy. Freedom. I was free.

A/N: What ya think? This is a old England Soma so just wait. This will be 5 chapters at most I think less than that though, review. Leave ideas for what pick pocket street Soul will wear.(other than an epic top hat)