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Violet Lowe quietly followed after the young boy. Gripping the shining gold chain between her hands, Violet did her best to keep up, but she kept stumbling along the rocks. Up ahead, the boy paused.

"You comin'?" He yelled back to her.

And for the first time that day, Violet felt a hint of doubt arise. She stopped, and put a hand on the brick wall.

"'Ang on jus' a second." She said, tucking a lock of brown hair aside. "'Ow am I supose' to know you ain't takin' me to the traps?"

And the boy grinned, slowly making his way back to where Violet stood.

"'Cause I'd 'ave to turn myself in too." His grin grew bigger as he held out a hand and introduced himself. "Jack Dawkins, better know as the Artful Dodger. But you can jus' call me Dodger."

"I feel so special." Came the girls reply.

Dodger stared at her for a second, then turned back round. He began to walk, guessing the girl would follow. She didn't.

"C'mon then. Whatchu waitin' for?"

Violet crossed her arms over her chest, and pulled her thin shawl closer.

"I'm waitin' for you to give me a good reason why I should believe you ain't takin' me to the traps."

The Dodger sighed, then spun round.

"Look. I saw you take that ol' mans watch back there, and I've never seen anybody half as good as that round here before." And for a moment he paused, frowning at Violet.

"Where you from then?"

"Ilkley." She glanced back down at the ground.

Dodgers eyes flashed for a moment, then he glanced back up ahead.

"Ain't that far away?"

Violet shrugged, her head flying up as the sharp whistle pierced the cold air. She froze glanced over at Dodger. He too, was stock-still. The two watched as a crowd of blue-clad men ran past the small alleyway. Violets eyes grew wide and she began to back away.

"I-I gotta go then, if-"

Dodger shook his head to silence the young girl. "Follow me." He whispered, grabbing her hand. The two ran through the misty streets, Violet shivering as she passed by the large crowds. Dodger kept up his pace, dragging the young girl behind him. As they slowly approached a dimly lit pub, Violet stopped. She turned to Dodger and shook her head, a look of determination crossing over her face.

"No. No way."

Dodger frowned, trying to pull the stubborn girl in the door. "Whats the matter with you? We can't stay out here!"

Violet glanced over her shoulder for a moment, then quickly followed him inside. Dodger made for the back of the pub, and pulled open one of the little closet doors. Violet looked doubtful for a moment, but she easily squeezed in after him. Pulling the door shut, she could hear an array of voices chatting outside. Glancing down at the floorboards, Violet sunk down and sat on her knees. She pushed aside some of the boxes and lay down, slowly closing her eyes. After a few minutes, the voices blended together, and all Violet could hear was the beating of her heart, going faster and faster.

Sorry it's so short again! I promise, next chapter will be much longer. :)

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