HOLY MUFFINS. I can't believe that I only posted one chapter of this, and it is already almost more popular than my other, completed stories. You all have no idea how incredibly happy that makes me. As a result, I shall be updating this sooner than planned! And, for extra appreciation, a shout out goes to: Aliac, Cookie Monster, Doll of the Devil, promocat, ladyblanc, and one anonymous, reviewers. Thank you all so much! Your reviews brought me to tears. And now! Onto the story:

I was jolted awake as the truck came to a sudden stop. We had been traveling for days, with no food, and the only water coming from the sky. I shivered and snuggled closer to Alois. Neither of us had spoken to each other in a long time; the absolute impossibility of our current situation took a toll on us that we felt simply couldn't be lifted. I was confident in the fact that we were now orphans, which furtherd my depression as we traveled on. It felt like we were stuck on that truck bed for months, but for the girl with curly brown hair next to us, who was missing her left leg, kept tallies on the days, and claimed that it had been four.

There weren't that many people in the truck, to my surprise. I had seen other trucks go by carrying so many people that everyone had to stand. But our truck was different. There was a boy who couldn't hold his head up straight, and drooled all the time. There was the girl without the leg, a boy that had needed a wheel chair (it was taken away), and another set of twins, identical girls, a few years younger than us. Why were we separated from the other people? Not that I was complaining, I enjoyed being able to lay down.

"Calder?" I looked up at my twin, startled. He hadn't spoken at all since we'd gotten on this truck. His face was pale and already gaunt with malnutrition. Alois had never been superbly healthy. He always had a slightly weak immune system.

"What's wrong?" Alois' eyes suddenly glazed over with an intense anger I had never seen before. He clucked his tongue with frustration.

"Don't ask me such a stupid question. Everything is wrong." I frowned. We had had our quarrels, but he was never so biting. I tried to conceal the hurt in my chest, and asked further; "Well, why did you say my name?" Alois sighed and wrapped his arms around me.

"I miss them, Calder. Why did this happen to us? Why did this happen to them? Where are they taking us? What the hell is going on?" my throat tightened, like I was attempting to swallow molasses.

"I only wish I knew the answers to your questions, Alois. I don't know."

"It's the jews." I turned around, the girl without a leg had said it. She was very sickly looking, and shivering dreadfully.

"What?" Her eyes went wide.

"The Jewish people from our town. That's why the Germans came. They came to take them away." I frowned. But that didn't make any sense at all.

"But we're not Jewish. So why would they take us?" the girl looked from me to Alois, and almost looked like she was going to speak. But then she turned her head away from us, resolving to say no more.

"I don't know…" she replied quietly.

After another day of travel, we arrived at our final destination. It was the place that I would grow to inhabit for the next four years. The Germans got out of the truck and hurried to the back, barking at us to get down. I helped Alois and the girl without a leg to get off the truck, but the boy who drooled wouldn't move. The Germans didn't help us. They shoved us and told us in rough Dutch to move quickly, or we would be hurt. I moved as fast as I could, but it was hard with having to help someone else along.

We walked for a half an hour into a thin forest, were we came upon a huge, menacing, disgusting grey building. It was covered with soot and grime, all around it was barbed wire, and I could see, far away, where long, grey buildings. The place looked like a prison. And that is exactly what it was.

"SICH BEEILEN!" They roared at us, faces twisted with anger and hate. My chest tightened with fear and I grabbed Alois' hand for comfort, only to find that he was shaking, and in desperate need of comfort as well. I couldn't understand them. They had stopped talking in Dutch, only what I recognized, but could not decipher, as German.

The soldiers led us through the barbed wire, and into the horrible building. The inside of it was no better than the outside. In fact, in many ways it was far worse.

We were pushed down an empty hallway and into a cold, dark room. The soldiers threw clothing at us and motioned for us to take off our other ones. I looked around, and seeing that everyone was doing what they told, did as well. It was all very hectic. I couldn't decipher one movement from the next, but then I was in the strange, uncomfortable blue and white striped shirt and pants, and moved off like a prisoner.

First they took the two girl away to the other side of the building. One began to cry, but the officer holding her smacked her across the face, and she shut up. The only ones remaining were now me, Alois, and the boy who couldn't walk very well. I gripped Alois' hand with an iron fist. If they wanted to separate us, it would be with great difficulty. One of the soldiers came over and spoke in irritated, choppy Dutch, "You two twins?" I nodded my head. The man looked down at our fingers laced together, and then back at me. I tried my best not to tremble under his gaze, but my hands betrayed me. The man gave a me a cruel smile, raised his gun, and dropped it heavily on my head.

I awoke in a cold, dank cell. There was no door, just a wall of bars. I sat up slowly and rubbed my head where a goose bump had begun to develop. Why did I have a goose bump? Where was I? and then, one by one the memories came flooding back to me. The last, being ripped from my brothers hands. My eyes went wide, and my heart pounded in my chest. Alois.

"ALOIS!" I screamed, running up to the bars to see if he could here me, if I could see him. My heart was racing and my head was pounding. What did they do to my brother? Where was he? What where they doing to him?

"ALOIS!" I screamed more frantically. How could they have done this? Tears started to collect in the corner of my eyes. Where was my brother?

"Alois!" I said once more, desperately trying to believe that he was by my side once again, that everything would be okay.

"Your friend wont be coming back anytime soon, I am afraid." A weak voice spoke from behind me. I wheeled around to see a skeletal figure laying in the shadows of the cell. As I looked closer, I noticed it was a boy, around my age, with jet-black hair and fierce burgundy eyes. I gulped. I felt my face begin to heat slightly.

"Hello. My name is Sebastion."

It's shorter than I wanted it to be, but I felt like it was a good place to end. Hope you all like it!