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Part Ten: PERFECT CIRCLE

There was one saying from Confucius that had really struck me he most. "A thousand miles starts with one step." It's true, though. If we don't start now, then we'll never get the thousand miles. And now that I got that one step, the road unfolds before me. Unfortunately, the road I was taking was torturing me, especially since the notorious Victor Creed was now staring me down. Damn. How did it come to this?

Just a while ago, I was afraid that Victor might stop talking, but instead, he kept on going once I started firing the questions at him. But now, I was actually afraid of the answer. Key for what?

"Make a guess."

And that was when I took the first step in the road which I would regret later on. I gave him a bitter look. "A key for your stupidity," I snorted, rolling my eyes sarcastically.

He just chuckled. "Next."

I glowered at him. "Stop playing games with me."

"I have been playing games with you so why stop now?" Victor sneered, earning another scowl from me.

"The key for your redemption then?" I mocked, not actually taking it seriously. First of all, this guy had no chance in seeking his redemption. He would not change and never would. He lack the determination to change.

The smile suddenly widened on Victor's face. "Somehow."

I froze momentarily. Redemption? Whoa. I was just kidding a while ago. I studied the wolfish grin on his face. There was sign of humor on it. He might be saying the truth. His eyes were dead serious although the smile on his face showed mockery- almost like a dark humor. He was trying to make it sound funny but he wasn't succeeding. The hair on my arms stood as a shiver ran down my spine. Victor always made me feel hat way...uncertain and uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?"

Victor shrugged nonchalantly. "You've something others don't."

Again with the answer. i bit my tongue to prevent myself from screaming at him. Why did he have to make everything seemed so simple when in fact tit was so complicated for me? Was he playing another trick on me? Not once had I seen him take anything seriously- well, except for the time when he became so angry at me.

A laugh erupted from Victor. I could see that he was enjoying the confusion on my face. It was making me peeved. I would gladly kick him outside my house but he was just so...

"What is it then?" I asked, my tone was challenging.

Victor smirked showing off his sharp teeth. I got to admit, there were times i wondered if he even sharpen those teeth. It was just so...sharp. But I know one couldn't sharpen their teeth so that was just a stupid thought.

"You're going to be important in Magneto's plan."

Who the heck is Magneto? Damn it. I narrowed my eyes on him, waiting for him to tell me who Magneto was but he didn't. Asking him questions wouldn't do me any good. It would just give me some more questions to ask. Something I hated about him.

Victor abruptly stood up from his seat and strode towards me. I watched him cautiously as he moved, wondering what he was thinking. Now that he was standing in front of me, I noticed how huge he was. He was looking down on me as if I was something he could possibly eat. He always had that greedy look on his face.

He raised his hand and reached out towards me but my hands automatically shot up and slapped it away. "Hey!"

Victor laughed calmly not in the least bothered by my harshness and informality.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, innocently. His deep smooth voice was low, almost whispering. It was the same voice he used on me during that incident...that disgusting- I shuddered at the sudden remembrance of the unwanted event. That had definitely scarred me as deep as the scar on my right arm.

"Y-yes," I stammered, fumbling for the words to come out of my mouth. Again, his eyes were locked on mine and it was almost...inviting. His deep brown eyes were drowning me. It was funny how those could sometimes be deadly and sometimes be so...tempting.

"Too Bad," he said. His hand went up again, reaching towards me. My whole body went stiff. Even if my mind was shouting at me to move I couldn't. Something else was holding me still. I dared not to break my eye contact with Victor for it would only show how scared I was of him. It might give him a terrifying idea.

"Stop it...please," I said hastily before he could even touch me.

His hand froze in midair. "You were saying something?"

"Stop it...please,' I repeated as calmly as I could. I looked at him directly in the eyes.

"Suit yourself." And he whipped away from me, obviously taken aback but he was trying hard not to show it. I appreciated the effort but it was still visible with his actions. I watched him plop down on the couch and started watching television again just like the usual pattern. I let out a sigh of relief before picking up the plates and doing the dishes. His actions were weird. It made me wonder if he was even thinking correctly. There must be- had to be a glitch on his brain.

"Dinner tastes good tonight," Victor suddenly said, startling me. I almost dropped the plate on the sink but good thing I caught it before it could even land and break. Yet again, another unexpected comment coming from the hifalutin Victor Creed.

For the past few months, Victor Creed was becoming more and more unusual. The first time I met him, he was short tempered and cruel and now, he was all sarcastic and playful...almost like a cat instead of a wolf now. I narrowed my eyes on him. There was something he wanted from me so he was trying every way he could think of just to get it. Now the question was what did he want from me? A key? Oh come on. That was the lamest thing I'd ever heard. Those lines were just from the movies right? There was no way that I could be really that important.

"Want to watch with me?"

Victor's voice pulled me back to reality. I blinked letting the words sink inside my mind. "Huh?" I asked, dumbly even though I heard him perfectly clear.

"Nothing," he said, chuckling and turning his attention back to the t.v. show he was watching.

That was weird.

I watched him move as I washed the dishes. There was nothing unusual with the way he sat on the couch. His feet was shamelessly on top of the coffee table. He leaned back comfortably on the couch. All that was missing was the popcorn and he would look like a couch potato.

I dried my hands after washing the dishes and putting them aside. It was my usual routine every night to left him be but this time, I changed my mind. I sat down on the couch, as far away from him as possible- almost as if he had this communal disease. He kept on switching channels, as if he couldn't decide what to watch. He was always like that.

"What do you want to watch?" he suddenly asked.

"Nothing," I replied, feeling the blood rush to my face. "In fact, I only sat here because I still got this one question."

He didn't look at me but I could see that he was amused. "And that question is?"

"What's Magneto's plan?"

Abruptly, he stopped clicking the remote. He gave me a spine-chilling grin. "You want to find out?"

I gave him a suspicious look but nevertheless I nodded my head.

"It's just a one perfect circle," he said.

An eyebrow flew up. "What do you mean?"

Victor shrugged. "I don't know where to begin because there'll be no end to it."

My eyes widened in surprise. I didn't know that Victor could think that deeply. I always thought that he was just an idiot with all muscles and no brain. "To what?"

"Discrimination between my kind and your kind," he went on pointing his finger at me and then to him. I think I knew where he was getting at. It was then that I realized why the name Magneto was familiar. He was that guy who kept on threatening the government. The old mutant guy with a flashy costume.

"And what does that have to do with me?" I asked, baffled. What key was I for? I wasn't a mutant. I wasn't a mutant hater.

"Oh. It got everything to do with you," he said. "You've been caught in the middle of it-in the middle of one perfect circle of endless violence and misunderstandings."

I cringed. That didn't sound good. In fact, a bomb falling on me was way better than hearing that. What was he talking about? The confusion must have been etched on my face that Victor just laughed making me a lot more frustrated.

"I'm not going to say that you're the key to finishing the problem," he told me. "I'm saying that you're the key to get that circle rolling."

As I said...a bomb falling on me was a lot better than hearing those words...way better.

What do you think? Sorry if the chapter was a little...confusing. I was in a hurry when I typed this down because i'm afraid I might not finish it before i get really busy...anyway, please REVIEW!

P.S: Got the chapter title from the song Perfect Circle by Passive...currently, I'm getting addicted to Constantine! ^^ (Keanu! kyaah!)