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A/N: Here is the next chapter :D As I said, I'll be busy this weekend so no updating till Monday, sorry :( But I enjoyed writing this chapter- especially that I got to try at Chris's personality at a different angle ;) Also, this isn't written completely in 2nd person (focusing on Chris); Brooke has 1st person parts in it too. So anything within a set of "xXx"s will be Brooke's parts- you should be able to tell with the switch from 2nd person to 1st person, lol ;D

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The man entered his trailer, tossing his jacket on any free spot. He poured himself a small drink and plopped into a comfy brown chair. The old toys sat on the shelves started to make noise and racket or do whatever they did as toys. This was his peace, his safe haven away from everything.

A train rolled on its tracks and he stopped it, making it back up before it continued on its plastic adventure.

He hoped that his drink helped settle himself down and drown out Brooke's frightened face. What could he say? The girl held her head high, stared everyone right in the eye even though she was probably afraid and was pretty. He took a sip of his beverage, glancing at the toys that didn't start up. Immediately, the little lights on them were alight and soon, his whole trailer was full of the little noises.

Dozens and dozens of light bulbs hung on little cords from the ceiling. Chris couldn't help but smile; this eased his mind and calmed him. He looked up at them, slowly one came on and then another. Soon, his trailer was alive.

He enjoyed his power. The noise of all the toys slowly started to drown out his thoughts, them creating a bumpy and out of beat rhythm but they did what he wanted. He forgot for a moment… or was that just the alcohol getting to his head?

He checked his glass, making sure he didn't drink too much.

Then a knock rattled the door. Chris frowned. Was it Brooke? No, Brooke went home. The scared, panicked and pale look on her face made him feel that it wasn't anything good she saw. So if that were true, which he didn't hope on her, she wouldn't come back.

"Show's over," he called from his spot. He was a bit too lazy at the moment to go tell it them to their face. Just a bunch of rowdy teenagers, he thought glumly. Brooke wouldn't come back for the scared little electro-boy sitting in there.

The door rattled again. Annoyance made Chris's cheeks flush angrily. Don't they understand English? Finally, after a moment, he set down his glass and strode to the door. Hopefully it was just teenagers! Brooke was a pleasant surprise. Chris didn't like dealing with the… not so pleasant ones.

xXx

My legs tore up the ground but I could feel myself starting to tire. Oh, all those pizzas over the six years were catching up! But I wasn't too bad and I did myself to avoid any oncoming visions. I reached the back gate and didn't stop myself from ramming into it.

"Damnit!" I hissed, immediately seeing the claw marks where Victor made his way through. "Shit, shit, this sucks!" I yelled. I whipped around, running to run off again when I see the car.

Remember people, I thought; never leave your keys inside a car…

xXx

"Who's there? The show's over," Chris repeated, after he unlocked the door and pulled it open. His eyes bulged slightly out of his head when he realized who was standing.

The man had the same very short, close to the skull, dark curls and his dark, animalistic eyes that gleamed with a dark happiness after seeing Chris. He wore a long, black trench coat that made his already large stature, huge and looming over the surprised man. His plain black clothing made him easily blend into the darkness, a reason Brooke had over looked.

"The show's never over for us, Bradley."

Half of the toys in the trailer, stopped off gradually. Silence ruled the air.

xXx

He had to be at the trailer already! The anger seemed to make me ignore my tired muscles and I pounded after the trailer, glad that I wore my sneakers that I had gotten a couple of years before. I didn't care if he heard me. But he'd be too intense with his gloating to Chris to notice me.

I hope not… I hope not… then mean he would be ready to kill… I shook my head, trying to rid my head of the scream and the blood. If Chris could slip away, he could get help…

But a crowd wouldn't bother Victor! No, more people would arouse the killing instinct in that man. Nothing besides Logan could stop him. Not unless I had a weapon of some sort…

I glanced around. But I knew already my luck was out, if I had any at all to begin with. Now all I had to rely was my skills. And hopefully, time.

xXx

"Victor!" Chris squeaked.

Victor stared at him and Chris couldn't help but think of his teeth and small claw daggers at his fingernails.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked.

I don't think I have a choice, Chris thought quietly as he gave a nervous smile and said, "Yeah… yeah, come on in." He beckoned Victor in with a nod, his smile falling off his face when his back was turned to the large man.

Victor closed the door behind them and Chris felt a prickle of uneasiness go up and down his spine.

xXx

The trailer came into view and I stopped where I first saw it, panting and trying to catch my breath. No one stirred around me or in his or her trailers, so I figured I hadn't disturbed anyone.

The car was waiting for me, in the back and hopefully, not woken anyone up. I chose what appeared to be a fast car but I was no car mechanic or expert. It looked fast, that's about all I could say. And guess what I found in it?

Maybe I wasn't out of luck. The hunting knife was big and long; I wondered if hunting season was in or not. But ether way, the knife gave me some of my confidence back. It kind of felt good to be holding one again, something that had meant so little until those few spare months with Team X…

I shook my head to clear it, hoping to be completely focused. I wasn't about to get killed and nether was Chris. I snuck to the trailer's side, scarcely breathing at all and I took each step like it was my last, silent and secret.

xXx

Chris turned around to face Victor, his face was blank at he could get it.

The building-of-a-man poked the light bulbs above his head with his sharpened nails. The silence was filled with the quiet xwhooshing of the bulbs and the sound of Victor's nail contacting the glass of the bulbs.

Chris didn't like the eeriness of the trailer and the danger he could feel radiating off Victor. Why was Victor here? It couldn't possibly be like why Brooke was here, to say 'hi'. Brooke, Chris thought. Did she see this coming? It hurt to think that she wouldn't tell him this.

Victor lowered his arm, staring down at Chris.

xXx

I peaked through the window, trying to see what was going on, cursing myself for my stupidity. I had no plan for this. Victor was inside the trailer now.

I could only hear what was going on and the more the conversation took, the more I was growing to hate it. I didn't see/hear the whole conversation in my vision, but sure as hell, I knew Chris had already said at least a few parts of his lines.

It would take a miracle to save us, to keep my plan luckily enough for both of us to survive… a big miracle. And seeing so much death surrounding Victor and the final blows I saw that he dealt, a miracle seemed the most likely not to happen.

xXx

"You know, I've never said anything," Chris said quietly. He shook his head, glancing away to his right.

"To anyone… about what happened."

Victor slowly approached them and Chris moved back slowly, the same uneasiness prickling in his body and tingling with his senses. He didn't like it, how it was making him feel scared of the man.

Why was Victor here? That question echoed in Chris's head.

"I live a totally different life now and…" He glanced back at Victor, looking up.

"No need to bring up the past."

Victor stared at him, his eyes not hard but no longer welcoming ether…if they ever were. He gradually turned his gaze upward, staring at the light bulbs. Chris followed Victor's arm as he reached up and unscrewed a light bulb, slowing bringing it back down. Chris stared at it, trying to focus but no matter what, the light bulb dimmed and flickered between staying on and staying off. Stating his fear loud and clear.

Chris licked his lips nervously and whispered, "You know… I always thought it would be Wade come knockin' on my door."

xXx

I was ready to bust in there and then but I held my spot. Something told me… wait, just wait… there was more. I got in closer and was able to hear the conversation...

"Well," Victor started and I saw a flickering bulb on a shelf near to him, "Wade's gone."

Chris stumbled backwards, staring in awe at Victor. He held a glass of alcohol in his hand.

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