Kay. First Off, I am SO sorry for the serious lack of updates. DX If anyone, I blame my Beta. (B/N OH, SO NOW IT'S MY FAULT, IS IT?)BUT, I still love her, so Imma let her off the hook :3 Actually...no, I blame Andrew Hussie. XD I got addicted! haha (He made Homestuck. And if you don't know what Homestuck is, you need to Google it, because it is EXREMELY hard to explain DX )

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So anyways. Here I am, with a new update. And I'm going to try to update as fast as I can now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Cirque Du Freak. (Obviously.)

Darren rose from his light slumber extra early for some reason. He didn't know why (he was exceptionally tired), but he couldn't fall back asleep. Finally, he accepted this and let his mind thought about what he should do to find out what was so bad about the showers. So far, all he had in mind was to ask a guard. But with this came a series of more questions. When, where, and the most important: who? If he asked the wrong guard, he would be shot on spot, or so he heard.

He was told by the evil doctor that he had to work today with the others. Mr. Crepsley and Vanez told him that they would help him if he needed it, but they had to be careful about it. If they were caught, they would be punished. They would be punished for a very long time. And it most likely would be a harsh treatment.
He figured that he could ask a guard while nobody was watching. That way he could sneak away and ask a guard then come back when he got his answer. But he knew in the back of his mind that he would get punished. He just hoped it was a beating or something of that nature. He would keep his mouth shut through it so the others wouldn't hear him and know what he did.

He yawned and closed his eyes for a few seconds. He woke up to the sound of the Kapo yelling at you to get up. He stood and helped his bed mates to make the bed –military style, of course.
After that, he scampered to find his shoes before they were taken. If you don't have shoes, you aren't fit to work. And if you aren't fit to work...well, it didn't end well.

He followed Vanez, who lead him out the door into the freezing air. He was already getting goosebumps. He tried rubbing his hands together to ward off some of the cold, but it did not help much. Today was going to be different. Instead of getting only dinner, he got to eat breakfast as well! Just another little thing that the workers got that the "experiments" didn't.

Darren went over to the pile of food and grabbed a loaf of dark bread and a glass of water. The bread was a little smaller than yesterday, but at least it was something, right? Vanez lead Darren over to Larten and his cabin mates.
"Hello, Darren. I trust that you had a good night?" Mr. Crepsley greeted Darren in a tired voice.

"It was...well… night. Do you get what I mean?" Darren responded, even more tired.

Mr. Crepsley glumly nodded his head, murmuring, "I understand. Hey! What are you doing?" he snapped as Darren took a big bite out of his piece of the bread. "You should make it last. We do not get food again until dinner."

Darren's mouth dropped open; he knew it shouldn't surprise him, but it still did.
After a while, the guards all called them up and they started their work. A few of them had to do work in the toilets, others had to go down and work in the factory, and the rest, like Darren, had to move some rocks from one side of the camp to the other so they could dig there later. The rocks were extremely heavy and huge, to say the least. But the good thing is that they gave him a wheel barrel to use.
Darren was loading his fourth full barrel when he stopped to catch his breath for a second. Mr. Crepsley snapped at Darren to get going and he did. Later was explained that if the guards caught him not working, he would be shot on spot.
On about his tenth, Darren looked around for the others. They got all of their rocks and were towing them across the camp. Their backs were facing him and they were definitely out of earshot. Darren smirked and saw a guard coming over to his work section to make sure everybody was doing what they were supposed to be doing and not slacking off.
Darren thought about what he was about to do and took a deep breath to calm him down. He went over to the guard and asked him as he passed by, not stopping in case he didn't answer his question.

"Do you speak English?" Darren mumbled as he found a good rock and brought it over to his barrel, so it looked like he was still working.
"Yes. Why do you ask, filth?" The guard replied in a heavy German accent.

Luckily it was one of the few nice guards in the camp. Well...nice-ish.
"Well, I was wondering what was so bad about the showers. All the others are afraid of them and I don't see why they should be. They seem to be fine. I mean all you do was wash yourself off, right?"

Darren turned back to the guard and flinched when he saw a mad glint in the guard's eyes as he grinned at the boy.
"You really want to know what's so wrong with the showers, kid?" the guard whispered, so that Darren and only Darren would hear what he said.

"um..." Darren whispered under his breath.

He was already regretting asking guard smiled again and took Darren's arm and starting to lead him over to the other guards. Darren was terrified of what was going to happen next and wished that he had been silent and obeyed his friends when they told him to forget about the showers.

"This boy," the guard threw him to the ground at the feet of the other guards. "Wanted to know what was so bad about the showers. I say we should show him."

The guard laughed and kicked Darren in the face.
Darren was cursing himself for being so stupid and caught his nose; it was now bleeding and felt bruised already. He looked around terrified and spotted Mr. Crepsley and the rest of his friends, who over by the rocks and were looking at him with terrified expressions. They wanted to help him, but if they did, they would be shot and then the boy would be left alone in this Hell. They had to stay. If not for him, then for themselves.'
Mr. Crepsley almost went over to him, to try and help, but Gavner caught his shoulder and shook his head, telling him that it would be best if they didn't do anything. The last thing the boy needs is to see his only friends in the world die. Mr. Crepsley sighed and went back to work, trying not to run over and help.
The other guards laughed and agreed. One of them jumped up and landed on Darren's back, knocking the breath out of him and making it hard for Darren to breathe until the guard got off. After he finally did, Darren laid there and tried to catch his breath without breathing in any dirt. The guards picked him up and threw him over to the side where he staggered a bit before he caught his balance and stood. Another guard came over and guided him over to the factory by his neck.