Author's Note: Hello wonderful people! I am super happy to present my (incredibly-long-overdue-and-most-probably-forgotten-all-about) Dark Woods Circus fanfic! *cheers* *gets hit in the head with an orange* What was that for?!

Rin: Just shut up and give everyone the heads up. No one cares whether or not you're happy.

Me: Fine! *rubs head* *mumbles* Meanie.

Anywho, if you haven't read the first part (Trapped in a Nightmare - Part 1: Wide Knowledge of the Late Madness) then you should read that first (even though it really sucks). I mean, come on, you wouldn't read The Hunger Games out of order, would you?

Second heads up, this fanfic is really religion heavy, with that religion being Christianity. No amount of complaints is going to change my mind, so if Christianity offends you in any way then do not read this because I'm not changing anything for anybody. If you're cool with religion - or Christian like myself - then read away.

-Ray

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid or Dark Woods Circus. I don't own anything, really. I'm too poor to own things. . . .

(Miku's P.O.V.)

It can get worse.

So, so much worse.

I'm a freak. A circus monster. And there's nothing I can do about it.

My legs look as if they belong to a goat. At least they aren't hairy. My skin is still as smooth as it has always been, and I have feet instead of hoves. That's always a plus.

My best friends, Rin and Len Kagamine, have it much worse. Their heads were cut off their bodies and sown onto a single one. Two heads. One body.

Rin, my dearest friend. Shoulder length blonde hair with an adorable white bow on top. Eyes as blue as a perfect summer day. Despite sharing a body with her brother, she's still the cutest girl you could ever hope to see. She hasn't said much since the day we were reunited, that day a over a year ago. She still acts the way she did when we had lived in that horrible mental institute. She's also "the good child," never getting into trouble the same way the rest of us do. I don't think she has ever once suffered a punishment. Nonetheless, I still love her. She is my sister from different parents.

Len, on the other hand, well . . . I'm in love with him. When I thought he had died, I wanted nothing more than to tell him how I feel; but even though there have been many opportunities since I learned he was still alive, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. We're still close friends. Whenever I'm upset, he'll lie my head on his lap and stroke my hair like he's done for years. I still want to tell him that I love him, but when I try the words are lost. Maybe it's for the best. We're monsters, after all. What future could we possibly hope for?

I watch the show from behind the curtain. The same show I had spent a year now watching. CUL was returning for her act. "You were great," I quietly say to her.

"Aren't I always," she stated more as a fact than a question. I had always found it surprising how CUL seemed proud of the bull horns she was mutated with. I just don't know how anyone could be proud of being mutated. I hate it.

I just shake my head and pay CUL no mind. I begin to tremble. I have learned by now to know what performance comes after CUL's.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the ringmaster's voice echoes all throughout the tent, "boys and girls. I advice for this next act that children and women look away for what you might see may be burned into your minds for the rest of your life. First, let's have the Queen of the Blade take center stage."

I watch as Mayu walks out. She's wearing a black dress, something that looks as if it should be worn at an execution. Her cream hair hangs unkempt with a black hat on top of her head. In one hand she holds a bow, and in the other she holds a single arrow. Even though I stare at her in an observing manner, her eyes scan the area, unsearching. Unlooking.

"Normally the task is to shoot an apple off a person's head," Ringmaster continues, "but that's too easy. Instead she'll be shooting an arrow at an apple, resting on the shoulders of the Body With Two Heads."

I tighten my grip on the curtain as I watch Rin and Len walk up to the stage. Rin has the biggest smile plastered on her face while Len keeps his straight. They walk to the wall set up for the act and press their back to it. The apple is placed between their heads, resting snug on their shared shoulder.

"'That isn't enough,' you say?" Ringmaster says, "'That isn't enough'! Well I'll tell you, our dear Queen . . . is blind!"

Gasps fill the room. It's true. Mayu is blind. Mayu, the girl about to shoot an arrow at Rin's and Len's head, is blind.

"I know what you're thinking," Ringmaster purrs, "'Who gives a blind girl a bow and an arrow?' What I think is, 'Who wouldn't?'"

Mayu positions herself, setting the arrow in place and pulling it back. Screams are heard all over the tent. Mayu is aiming at the audience.

"Queen of the Blades," Ringmaster says plainly, "that's the audience."

"I know," Mayu smiles. She then turns towards the twins and releases the arrow without taking the time to aim, not that she could aim anyway. More screams are heard, and I tightly close my eyes. I hear the arrow pierce through skin and go through until it hits the wall. I slowly open an eye to peep out and see Rin and Len unharmed while the arrow has gone through the center of the apple. This act has been preformed over a hundred times, and Mayu never misses. However, never once have I been able to watch all the way through.

"Queen of the Blades, ladies and gentlemen!"

The crowd roars as Mayu takes a bow. For a blind girl, she has amazing aim. I have been the center of her practice before, much to Len's disapproval. I don't know what Len thinks of me, but I'm glad he cares enough for me to not like having me as Mayu's practice body.

"To finish off the show," Ringmaster says, "we'll let the girl with the most beautiful voice you have ever heard sing. Presenting, the Deformed Diva!"

That's my cue. I walk past the curtain and take Len's extended hand. It's this way every show. The twins take my hand, lead me to center stage, and leave me to sing. And I always sing. When I'm positioned I brush my hair behind my ears, a signal for the instrumental to begin.

Nothing lives in this uninhabited land,

And I can't feel the touch of your hand.

Because of my never ending sorrow

That grows and grows faster than I know.

I can't even see the vivid colors of wind,

Or the sounds of green I've delight in.

Even though to me it is perfectly clear,

You are honestly here!

With that gentle voice of yours,

Call my name; let the sound soar

From behind the tainted window.

Smile at me so I know.

I take two steps to get to you and see

You slumbering so innocently.

I cannot take anymore steps toward you.

I hate myself for being a poltroon.

I cannot even grab the slightest gleam

Reaching through the dark window to me.

Breaking the silence that no one else dared to,

I sang a song just for you.

With that gentle voice of yours,

Call my name; let the sound soar.

Not moving before the present,

Time becomes turbulent.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Throw away past memories,

And turn around to face me.

Please let me sing; vocalize

In the brightest light.

With that gentle voice of yours,

Call my name; let the sound soar

From behind the tainted window.

Smile at me so I know.

Smile at me so I know. . . .

I hear the applause of the crowd. Every one of us stand in the center as we take one last bow. Rin cheerfully squeezes my left hand, smiling the biggest of smiles. I look at the holder of my right hand. One leg, joints that bend backwards as well as forewords, six fingers on the right hand hand. The only one of us here who was born deformed, not mutated. Luka Megurine.