Sweet but psycho

Chapter 6

As I went back from university the next day, I had some of his papers in my hand, again, now I got his plan.

I texted my mom to tell her it will be later when I come back, before I knocked on the door, which opened with a screech as always.

"Mortimer McAdams!", I called him in the empty lobby.

"You should take care of your papers and that screeching door."

"I like how it scares people.", he appeared behind me, giving me a heart attack.

"Seriously stop that!", I turned around. He just wore his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

"No suit today?"

"I was feeding my friends, I don't want to get the jacket dirty."

"Feeding your friends? Do you hide people in your basement?"

"Not exactly. I hate people."

"Lovely."

"Want to meet them?"

"Do I?"

"Of course, you do, follow me.", he went to a door on the right. Through a small hallway we got to a bigger door, he unlocked it.

"Locked?"

"It's the most precious thing I own, I need to protect them at all costs.", he pulled the door open.

We stood in front of a cage as tall as the room, which was huge, behind the bars was an entire landscape, with water, big rocks and a lot of trees, I looked up and saw the sun shining through a glass roof.

"Wow, this looks amazing!", he just smirked and whistled on his fingers.

A bunch of white pigeons coming towards us, landing on the ground.

"These are your friends?", he just nodded, picking on up.

"This is Paloma, my favourite, but don't tell the others, or they'll get jealous."

"Can I pet her?", I shyly asked.

"No.", he let her down.

"Want to see something?"

"Sure."

He raised his arms and all of them are taking off at once, he showed them with whistles and gestures what to do, they did tricks, like loopings and formations and assembled in a huge feathery ball before they shattered all over the place.

"You trained them?"

"Yeah, I am alone with 50 doves what did you expect?"

"I don't know."

"Pigeons are very social, unlike me.", he looked down at Paloma, picking in my shoe.

"She likes you."

"She doesn't like strangers usually?"

"Let's say she doesn't know any. Haven't had guests in years."

"Oh, sorry, to hear.", but he just grabbed my hand and sat the bird on it.

"She's soft.", I petted her white feathers, just a few black ones on her chest.

"Call me Mort, I never liked Mortimer."

"Okay.", smiled at him, but he didn't look.

Maybe they were wrong, and he really is just different than most people.

The moment was ruined when my phone rang, scaring the bird in my hands.

"Sorry! My mom.", he just stared into my soul.

"No phones in here or my house!", he hissed when I hung up.

"Sorry."

"At least turn it off. I don't trust those things."

"Okay, noted. I have to leave, my mom made dinner, she didn't see my message."

"Good. Get out."

"Very charming."

"Yes, you scared my birds. Now get out.", he pointed at the door, still a light smile on his face.