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A/N: I promised a second post, didn't I? I'm working on the sequel as we speak and the next few updates will be slow because we're nearing the end of "Premonition" sadly :( But enjoy the next few chapters ;D

P.S.- I forgot to thank My Beautiful Ending & gaarakabuto for reviewing Chapter Seventeen. Thanks, both of you guys rock! :)

The circus was tomorrow night. After coming back from the store, I silently helped her unpack and put the food away into the cupboards. Only after that and when it was late afternoon, I decided to bring it up.

We were grooming the horses quietly. The radio sat in the background; it's songs and talk barely audible for us. I glanced over Phantom's back, watching Emily brush Charlie's large side.

"The circus is near here. There was flyer in the store," I started.

Emily looked over at me.

"Really? Haven't had one of them around here for a while…" her voice trailed off as she was engulfed in brushing Charlie. He sighed, leaning towards her as she reached an itchy spot of his. Phantom nickered softly and I started to brush her again, glancing at Emily.

"Would… would you like to go?"

"Are you asking a woman of this age to go to a circus?" She chuckled, turning to face me with her hands on her hips.

"I didn't mean it that way…"

Emily chuckled again and said, "Brooke, I wouldn't be able to walk all that time. I'm getting up in those years, ya know. You can have the day off so you can go."

"Uh…" I mumbled, glancing down at the ground.

Emily frowned but didn't turn to face me when she spoke again.

"Something wrong Brooke?"

"It's at night…"

"Oh, then I guess… you don't need the day off, huh?" She winked at me and our laughter filled the barn.

We decided that in fact, I didn't get the day off but it was lazy anyways. I spent the time cleaning, which is usual rare in my case. After cleaning up my room, the living room and scrubbing down the bathroom, I attacked the dishes sitting in my sink. I washed them slowly and was drying a glass cup when unexpectedly my vision hit me again. It was the same one as before… but different somehow.

The lights. Once again, they were all sorts of light bulbs in different shaped lanterns and had vivid colors. The couple was darting around, testing the games with smiles and happy, blissful giggles.

Once again, I was sprung in front of the trailer.

The pain came again. I felt it around my neck, the claws digging into my skin and felt the blood rolling down my skin. It made me tremble in great agony and terror. Then my lungs filled once last time and I screamed. I screamed for everything. I felt emotions stir in my body. I screamed for life, I screamed for help… I screamed for her.

The electricity shut down.

The blood splattered against the window, leaving a liquid red stain behind it.

I suddenly was laying down, back resting on the grass. I was exhausted and couldn't move at all. I felt… numb. A man strode out of the trailer and suddenly, every hair on my neck and arms rose up. Victor was grinning victoriously, gripping a glass, needle-like object in his hands.

My heart pounded as the vision started to fade. My chest felt like it was going to explode. Suddenly, a blinding light came me. I heard a voice, one I have never heard of.

"Brooke, wake up. It's…"

I dropped the glass I clutched, gasping and panting. I pieced the puzzle together, one by one. The lights… the circus… Victor…and the electricity. Oh my god, was Chris involved?

Why me? I suddenly felt hot, angry tears coursed from my eyes. I stepped around the glass, stumbling from the couch. When I reached it, I collapsed in a mess. I forced the tears back, though every so often some slipped. Chris… where the sudden emotion came, I don't know. Maybe there was always something there. I just had to get by Wade. But even if he was just a friend, it hurt… to predict his death.

I had never seen anything like this before. Yes, I've seen and predicted death of others but never a death of a friend! Panic rose in my mind. I clutched the couch, as if clutching onto the last part of my sanity. It wasn't helping!

But suddenly, the flash of Victor's face made my blood start to boil differently. Not from terror, but from anger. Not for being afraid for Chris, but furious at Victor. How dare he! That man was insane! The anger pumped the adrenaline through my body. Left over fury from when he had almost killed me, only made me hungry for revenge.

I wanted to tear his damn head off!

I wanted to deal him the pain he made all those people feel! It made me so angry… that'd he just turn against his teammates… I don't know if he attacked John or Fred, oh even Wade or Zero… no, the worst anger came from seeing him exact Chris' grave trailer. Revenge burned off all this hate like fire from paper; the more I just kept throwing on, the quicker it burned.

But suddenly, I stopped tossing it. The fire died away.

Then reality set in.

I was becoming just like him. Just like Victor, thirsting for the sweetness of murder. Just like the other two, Zero and Wade… wanting to kill.

The adrenaline that pumped through me, died and I felt empty. Numbness settled in… I laid, on my stomach on the couch for ages, my arm draped over the edge and my fingertip barely brushed the carpet. Suddenly, my alarm clock in my bedroom blared. I had set it up so that it would go off at… eight p.m.!

I leapt up, though sluggishly, and drifted into a quick shower, pulled on new clothes and pulled on Rose's daughter's jacket, which I only wore on days I felt like I needed luck. I took the stairs two at a time and banged on the door before I opened it.

Emily easily lifted up her rule on the door after Jason left.

"Leaving?" she asked.

"Uh huh."

"Okay. Take the car if you want."

"Nah. I'll take a bus," I said quickly, dropping the house keys into my pocket and darted outside before she could question my choice of transportation. The nearest bus station was a good mile or so, away. I sighed heavily, not liking my stupid move. But ether way, I started jogging in the middle of the night.

A few minutes down the road, I hitched a ride with an older couple going to, oh the conscience, the circus.

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