Helloooo my lovelies xxx
After seeing Dickensian and having become fond of the writings of charles dickens, I have decided to write a fanfic about all of his characters Soap style. I dont own the characters obvs hope u like it.
" Get Out Now!"
The loud yells of Jacob Marley echoed across the room as the shabby looking man rushed out carrying his ripped hat in his hands which exposed his fingers. The man was in his late forties and had a long ginger beard, his clothes were ripped and dirty. He had tears of humilation in his eyes, his earlier rejection of a small donation still echoing through his ears.
His name was Fagin.
"What happened?" Said the gruff voice of young Bill Sykes, who was standing on the end of the street. Fagin shook his head,
"Lets head back Bill Please." He mumbled as people stared at him, Bill looked over at the old curiosity shop where he could see Dodger hanging about, chatting to a young girl whom Bill knew was Nelly Trent otherwise known as Little Nell the granddaughter of the owner of the shop. Bill grinned to himself.
"Thats right my boy. Distract her well and then we can get what we want." He whispered to himself then as Nell walked towards the flower stall where she encountered Jacobs Colleague Ebenezer Scrooge, she gave him a warm smile which he didnt return.
Half an hour later, having dodged Inspector Bucket who was on his afternoon patrol, the trio went back to their lodgings where Fagin emptied the contents onto the floor while the rest of the boy gang examined the prizes. Bill sat down and his dog bullesye lay by his feet.
"What profit we got Fagin?" Bill asked as he took off his hat. Fagin looked at the watches and the gold necklace that he had managed to unhook from a young lady called Honoria Barberry who was already distracted by the attentions of Captain Hawdon.
"Not much my dear. Wish i could say more but sadly not." Fagin said sadly. Dodger stood up.
"Ill go back to town. See what I can find." He said and he walked out. Bill soon followed with Bullseye in pursuit.
The churchyard was full. A double funeral was taking place, it was the funeral of Philip and Georgina Pirrip, wiped out by Cholera along with their sons Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias and Roger, all died in different but tragic ways.
Except For one.
His name was Philip but he would be known as Pip. Then there was his sister. Twenty years older and married to Joe who unlike her was kindhearted and illiterate. She saw Pip toddle over to the burial mound and grabbed him fiercely by the hand, her bony hand digging into his own arm.
As they were leaving the church, Mrs Heep who was holding her young son Uriahs hand, said solemnly,
"My condolesences to you. They were fine people."
Pips sister nodded and walked on, passing Honoria who mumbled,
"Thats no way to care for a child."
Ebenezer and Jacob, who happened to pass by, made scathing remarks about the turn out of the funeral procession and Honoria could see that they know targeting her, she felt sick. Her love affair with Captain Hawdon was common knowledge and as she walked on, she felt dizzy.
The graveyard was spinning and She couldnt focus.
"Is everything alright Mam?" This was from Clara Peggoty and before Honoria could answer, she collapsed.
Dodger watched the commotion at the graveyard and managed to snatch a wallet from a nearby gentleman. He grinned to himself then saw that someone was looking at him.
A young boy, not much younger than him was standing on the street corner. He looked dirty and fragile but yet had a warm smile on his small face.
"What you starin at? Whats the matter never seen another boy before?" Dodger shouted out and the boy shook his head. Dodger walked over to him and examined the boy.
"Whats your name?" He asked and the boy replied,
"Oliver. Oliver Twist."
"Im Jack Dawkins better known as the Artful Dodger." He shook Olivers hand and then they talked for a while.
"Im an orphan. I live with Fagin. Hes really nice, theres a group of us."
"Im an orphan too. My mother died when i was born. I lived in an orphanage and Mr Bumble sent me to an undertaker and I hate it there."
"Your not going back there. Your coming with me." Dodger said and the two boys walked through the streets passing a stern looking Edward Murdstone who mumbled,
"Blasted Children!"
Dodger bobbed his tongue out and Edward looked outraged causing the boys to run faster.
When they walked through the alleyway, Oliver asked "are all people bad?" Dodger shook hishead,
"Well he was but Fagin isnt. Hes kind and hell look after you."
As Oliver was introduced to Fagin and the rest of the gang he felt he had finally come home.
"Are you alright Mam?"
The Voice of Clara Peggoty aroused Honoria from her fainting fit and her sister was holding her hand.
"What happened?" She asked faintly as she slowly sat up.
"You fainted in the churchyard. Mr Micawber carried you to his home." Clara said softly. Honoria clutched her head,
"Has the doctor been? Am I ill? Am I dying?' Her voice was panic striken. Her sister shook her head and said softly,
"No Honoria. Your with child."
Honoria gasped. Pregnant? With Captain Hawdons child? It wasnt possible. She wasnt married. What would people say?
She didn't care as she placed her hand on her stomach. There was a life within her and she was going to love it so much. Never mind what the neighbours say. It was her child. She would love it so much.
She just hoped Captain Hawdon felt the same.
Fagin lay on top of the rags he called a bed and stared up at the damp ceiling. Having Oliver and the gang of pickpockets around made him feel like he was part of a huge family and it made him smile.
He wanted more though. There had to be more to life than stealing and facing the risk of being hanged if caught. He wanted a chance to see how the other half lived and he wished that one day his gang would have the chance to live a real life.