Hope you enjoy this chapter! At the end of the story there will be some historical facts.

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Chapter 2

Lovino and Feliciano's cots were right next to each others, as luck would have it. The sun had already gone down, and the moon was up high. After a few moments, a woman came in telling all the children it was time for bed. Everyone scurried to their cots, climbing in under the covers. The woman checked to make sure all children were accounted for, bid them all a goodnight, and left.

"Hey, Lovi," Feliciano whispered to his brother, wide awake and hoping he was loud enough for him to hear. In the dark, Feliciano could see his brother's outlined figure turn over and face him. At the very least, that was reassuring.

"What is it, Feli?" Lovino asked his brother softly, a yawn quietly escaping his mouth.

"Can I sleep with you? I'm a bit scared," Feliciano focused his gaze on his brother's silhouette, watching him nod his head in reply. Swiftly, Feliciano kicked off the covers, rolled out of his cot silently, and got into his brother's. The two snuggled up with one another; and before long, their breathing evened out, signaling they were fast asleep. The brothers woke up to the sound of trucks pulling up, and a lot of shouting. The other kids had awoken as well, only to see what the commotion was. A small huddle of children were already poised at the window, just staring out.

"It's just another truck bringing more people," one boy said nonchalantly, as if it was nothing big. This caused the rest of the kids to lose interest, and so, the small huddle soon dispersed. The children returned to their cots, and just a few moments later, the door opened; in walked the woman from last night. The children greeted her, cheerfully, calling a happy "Good morning Miss Francoise!"

Miss Francoise had blonde hair that she tied up into a bun; a few stubborn pieces fell to the side of her face. She had beautiful blue eyes and a French accent; Miss Francoise took care of the children that belonged to Dr. Beilschmidt. Her job was to was to make sure they got up on time, dressed, made their beds, ate, and well taken care of. "Hello, Miss Francoise," Feliciano said softly in greeting as she walked past them.

"Hello, Feliciano and Lovino. How are you today?" she asked with a smile adorning her face. Her blue eyes lit up as she looked at the twins, who both smiled and said 'good' at the same time. Giving a soft, careful nod in response, she returned to checking on the other children. Once all the cots were made, and the children were dressed, they were lead to the dining hall. The dining hall had two long, wooden tables, a bench on each side of the table. The children took their seats, and soon people were bringing bowls of soup to them, and the children began to eat.

Once they received their food, the children dug in while Miss Francoise told them the schedule for today; "The children that arrived yesterday will be given a check-up and registered. However, the other children will go about their normal routine. Later, an officer will come and call out some of your numbers, so be sure to pay attention." With that she gave the room a once over, leaving through wooden double doors on the other side of the dining hall.

Feliciano and Lovino joined a few other kids who had arrived with them yesterday, and they followed Miss Francoise through the double doors. Through the doors awaited two doctors, a few people who adorned matching clothing, and a woman sitting behind a type writer. The small group of children waited patiently for their turn to see the doctor. After the doctors examined all the children, they gave them a clean bill of health, except for a boy who looked to be around five-years-old. Apparently, he had some sort of disease, and an officer took him away. They said he had to go to a special hospital, and he wouldn't be coming back.

The people wearing matching clothes looked down in sorrow, for they knew why the poor child wouldn't be returning. It was a huge tragedy; it really was, to do that to children. "Name and age, please," the woman at the type writer asked towards Lovino.

"Lovino Vargas, 15 years old," he answered quietly, biting back a sigh. Something wasn't right here... Why couldn't the little boy return when he got better? He was going to get better, and he could come back at some point, right? It just wasn't fair... Just not fair at all. Typing down the information, she asked for Feliciano's information, and said Feliciano then answered the same questions. After answering the questions, they were guided to the table with the people who had matching clothes.

They didn't look at the children; they never looked at the children. Then, they asked for their right wrists, and dipping their sharp pens in a small tub of black ink, they started poking the children's' skin. It was painful, and many of the kids tried to pull their wrists away, but they were being held tightly. Knowing they couldn't free their arms, they just sat there and cried. By the time Feliciano and Lovino were finished with their wrists, they stung and looked bright red. Lovino's wrist read the number 1014; meanwhile Feliciano's wrist read the number 1015.

Wondering what the numbers were for, they decided to ask Miss Francoise. As Miss Francoise was guiding the children back to their room, Feliciano decided to ask about the numbers, genuinely confused. "Miss Francoise, why did they tattoo a number on our wrists?"

It took a few seconds before she responded saying, "So they can keep track of how many people there are, Feliciano" Satisfied with her answer, Feliciano nodded his head, and they continued back to their room.

An hour after they returned to their room, a truck pulled up and two soldiers got out. As they entered the room, the children started to crowd around the door way. They knew what the soldiers were going to say, but the new arrivals had no clue what was going on.

"We only need one of you today," the first soldier from the truck said, and the children looked at one another, each and every one of them wondering: just who was going to be called today? Lovino looked at his brother with a questioning look, and Feliciano looked back, giving him the same look back.

"Will number 1015 step forward," The children looked around to see who the number belonged to, and it dawned on Feliciano they had called his number. He was number 1015, for better or for worse. The crowd of children parted a path for Feliciano, as he made his way towards the soldiers. They lead him to the truck parked outside, and helped him in. As the truck drove off from sight; the crowd dispersed. Lovino remained staring at the door, wondering where his brother was being taken too.

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A/N: Ludwig Beilschmidt is portraying "Josef Mengele." Josef Mengele was known as the "Angel of Death," and he was the doctor at Auschwitz concentration camp. He performed horrendous experiments on twins, people with birth defects such as clubbed foot, and people who had two different eye colors. However, he was mostly known for experimenting on twins. The children under his care were fed and housed better than ordinary prisoners, and escaped being sent to the gas chamber. They children often suffered painful deaths. Usually when he was done experimenting on a pair of twins; they were killed and dissected. He introduced himself to the kids as "Uncle Mengele." The children weren't afraid of Josef Mengele, because he was known for always having candy in his pockets.

Jay~