A/N: I'm surprised no one else has ever written such a story. I mean come on guys… It's called Oliver Twist! I've had this on my mind for a while now, so there you go! It goes well too! I'm pretty sure somewhere in the one shots that the priest at the orphanage Noll and Gene were in fattened himself up so yeah! Oliver and Eugene are around 10 now. Oh, and don't mind Oliver. He's still… Noll after all. Before any expectations, no, it won't be as good as Charles Dickens writing…
"You know that you're both orphans now, don't you?" Oliver gave him a side glare, while staring at his mother who lay lifeless on the bed, linen sheets covering most of her. He had to admit, the man was one of the most idiotic people he had met his own life. There was no point. He just came in and sat on their sofas, which his mother had kindly decorated into beautiful flowers that would blend in with the brown background, like it was his own house. It wasn't his house. It was theirs. His mother's and Eugene's and his.
"You know that it's not the time to be stating the obvious." He answered back, his emotions escaping through his words as easy as a snake's venom moves within your blood. He looked at his brother who held onto his arm tightly, folding his brown sleeves in the most unsuitable ways just to get the pressure off, and then back to the man.
"What a rude child! You do realise that you'll never get anywhere with that mouth of yours?" The man screamed.
"You do realise that that has nothing to do with you?" Oliver responded, turning the man's words against him. He knew them, he knew the big, fat pigs that ran the orphanages, hammering Christianity into their heads when they themselves were the biggest thieves in existence. Since he knew them, he didn't want to go there, work hours and hours when he could be spending his time doing something useful, but he had no choice at the end.
"You'll understand what talking back means when-" The man, really mad and on his feet started shouting.
"Where did all the supposed respect go? After all, my mother just died." Oliver was good at getting people to do what he wanted. The man couldn't argue much to that, not with the crowd of people standing around.
Eugene released Oliver's arm, which shocked Oliver completely, as his brother usually stuck around him in these situations. And he was right, he did, this time throwing his arms around him, and squeezed his face in his arm. Normally, he would tell him to get off, but now, he was sure that he wasn't paying enough attention to understand him anyway, so he patted Gene's back as best has he could, so maybe that would pry him off. But who knew then?
A/N: Yay! Finally out!