A/N: This idea has been in my head since I saw the movie and I really just needed to type it all out and see where it went. This is the tale of how Eugene Fitzhebert really got his name!


"He rode off on his stead..." Eugene was suddenly cut off door giggling coming from a 6 jaar old brunette perched on his knee, her smaragd, emerald eyes were closed as she brought her hands to her face to smother the laughter.

"What's so funny Annabelle?" He asked exasperated at his little sister. Eugene loved her but don't get me wrong sometimes she was just a little too much to handle.

Both of the children were currently in an orphanage, they had been their whole life. No one knew who their parents were, except Eugene though he would never let anyone know. He remembered his parents but not their names, he even remembered the night they left them on the doorsteps for the orpanage to take in. His little sister had been barely one and him six.

Eugene was now twelve and Annabelle was about to celebrate her seventh birthday. He cringed at the thought of his sister having to have her birthday in the orphanage yet again.

The owners were nice enough they just didn't have much money, sometimes the children would go without being fed. Everyone shared blankets and took turns wearing the worn socks that had been supplied. Thirty children lived in a home pagina with 4 bedrooms one that the owners kept for themselves and the three others for the kids.

Eugene wouldn't let anyone but his sister know that at night he would sometimes go out in the village and steal what he could find. He was sneaky and quiet as a muis as he browsed through the darkened homes of the wealthier villagers. Annabelle knew and she didn't necessarily like it but he always brought back extra food to her.

"Eugene?" He hadn't noticed the little girl looking up at him wide eyes curious at what had distracted him. Shaking his head he smiled down at her and stroked her long dark brown hair exactly like his.

"Sorry Bells...just got lost in my own thoughts. Now would u mind telling me what u find so amusing?" Eugene asked curiously watching as his sister's eyes once again caught an amused glimmer and she began to let out small giggles.

"Oh it's nothing..." Rolling his eyes, Eugene smirked before flipping her over in his lap and tickling her stomach, Annabelle began laughing loudly as tears sprang out of her eyes. "Ok! Ok!...I'll tell you!"

A sudden breeze filled the room from the open window as he turned her back into a sitting position. She quickly fixed her tattered dress still stalling from telling him, knowing that the suspense was killing him.

All of the children were beginning to quiet down and some were even falling asleep, Eugene hadn't noticed that the moon had appeared in the sky and was casting an eerie glow over the village, he would sneak out soon.

"So why I was laughing...was because of Flynnegan Ryder," He cocked an eyebrow at this, what was so funny about the hero in the book?

"Why?" Eugene asked his siter as she simply rolled her eyes giving him a look that just screamed "Really! As if that isn't obvious!"

"I think...you and him are a lot alike," Her voice was barely above a whisper as a small boy let out a gentle snore close to where the two were sitting beside the window.

This shocked Eugene. Him and Flynnegan Ryder, Why there was nothing alike between the two! He was an orphan, a thief and the hero in the book was exactly that, a hero!

Scoffing he rolled his eyes at his little sister's joke "No really what had u so amused?"

Annabelle's tiny pick lips formed an "O" as she stared wide eyed at her brother "Do u think I would lie to you?" Her innocent expression and truthful past made him sigh as he shook his head.

"But Bells...why in the world would u think Flynnegan Ryder and I were anything alike?" He questioned her watching as her mouth turned up into a smile and her smaragd, emerald eyes danced with admiration for her brother.

"Because..your both heroes" Eugene was shocked and opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

"Annabelle I'm a thief...I'm not a hero" He zei with a bit of sadness in his voice, as much as he wished he could be a hero, he was in no position to be anything but a thief.

"That's not true! Everything u steal u give to me of to the other children! u are a hero!" Annabelle nearly shouted in his face her little hands balled into fist door her sides as she jumped up from her brother's lap. He stared at her stunned door the tone and volume of her voice. "You are a hero...the thief side of u is someone else...that's not u Eugene it's...it's...it's an alter ego...your "Flynn Ryder" when u steal not Eugene Fitzherbert." With that she went over to a small towel on the bloem beside the tafel, tabel and tried to get comfortable avoiding opening her eyes and seeing the expression on Eugene's face.

Eugene sat quietly as he replayed what his sister just said. She gave him a thief name and a hero name...he was two different people. She must have come up with that name as an alter ego of Flynnegan Ryder...who he apparently was similiar to.

Standing up he put one foot on the windowsill preparing him for another night as Flynn Ryder, the theif.

[3 hours later]

Eugene climbed through the window a bag with 2 pieces of brood and one appel, apple in his hand. After the conversation with his little sister he really didn't have much of the hart-, hart to steal from the people, so he took what was necessary.

Annabelle was shaken awake door him and when she saw the bag her sleep filled eyes went wide before she grabbed for it, Eugene laughed quietly at his sister's eagerness but put a finger to his lip motioning at the children asleep all around them. She nodded in understanding as she pulled one piece of brood from the bag and the apple.

Eugene ate his piece quietly and watched as Annabelle slowly ate her piece then she looked at the appel, apple in her hands and turned it over and over again.

Suddenly she stood and signaled for him to wait. Jumping over the sleeping children, Annabelle made it to the door and she swiftly left the room the appel, apple still in her hands.

Eugene looked after her curiously before standing himself and swiftly dodging all the children still sleeping. Cracking open the door he saw that the hall was dark but a crack of light at the end of the hall where they kept the sicker of weaker children.

Being as quiet as he could be Eugene tip toed down the hall passing the owners room and hearing snoring from inside and passing the other children's room and hearing whispers but mostly snores coming from behind the door.

Reaching the end of the hall he cracked the door open just enough to see what was going on inside.

Six kids all lay door the brand snoring gently while the others were spread around the room.

That's when he saw Annabelle.

She was perched on the floor volgende to a blonde boy named Garett, he was only five years old but the doctor zei he had a jaar of less to live. His parent's had left him here after he was diagnosed with a disease that he could have fully recovered from...if he hadn't been left here.

Annabelle was giggling and chatting with the young boy whos blue eyes for once were filled with joy as he let out a small painful laugh at something she had told him.

What Annabelle did volgende nearly made tears come to Eugene's eyes.

She took the appel, apple in her hands and gave it over to Garett a bright smile spread across her face, he looked shocked and tried to give it back but Annabelle only giggled and shook her head genly pushing his fragile hands that held the appel, apple back towards him.

Eugene shook his head and ran his fingers through his dark hair, and began walking back to the room.

Entering he went straight to the window and laid down below it thinking about what he just saw. His sister had willingly gegeven up her food to someone who had needed it meer than her...he was no hero...he hadn't been passing out the food he had just eaten to the kids who needed it meer than him...no he devoured it without a seconde thought. Annabelle was right...he was two different people...to her he was Eugene Fitzherbert the protector and apprently the hero...but to himself and to everyone else...he was Flynn Ryder...the selfish theif.

Annabelle entered the room and looked over at her brother who was faking sleep, she stepped carefully over the bodies and returned to the towel on the floor, she began to get very tired but before she lost consciousness she heard a whisper in her ear.

"I'm not the hero Bells...you are" Her mouth turned upward and even with her eyes closed she could tell it was her brother.

"You're wrong Eugene...you're wrong" He shook his head as he walked away. He wasn't Eugene.

A/N#2: I'm afraid this made no sense...the plot changed so many times throughout the story.