Freak Love (Mister Morgue)

Something Special

I sighed and bent down to pick up my bag of objects. I made sure it was zipped up before I slung it over my back, and I stood up and glanced at Stripe. I walked over to him and he emmidietly stood up. I sighed and said, "Ready to go home, Stripe?"

All of a sudden, a deep voice behind me said, "That was inpressive."

I gasped and turned around to see this unbelieveably georgous man standing in front of me.

I blushed and said quietly, "Um, th-thank you.. It's my passion..."

"I understand.", is all he said, nodding his head. I could barely see his face, the umbrella still hovering over is head. I could see that his nails were painted black on the hand that was holding the handle.

"Y-You do?" I asked, confused. What does he mean 'I understand'?

"Yes, I'm like you."

I starred at him with confusion, and he just gave me a blank look.

What does he mean by that? He doesn't even know me, so what could he be talking about?

"Like me... ?" I whispered to myself, starring at the strands of blond hair where his eyes are supposed to be.

I have never met anyone like me before, never in my life. I have always been the only one, the outcast, the misfit, etc. But this man, might just be the first person who understands me. Understands who I am.

I saw the smallest grin form on his black lips, "Just like you.."

I ruffled my eyebrows, and studied his words.

"W-What... what exactly do you mean by that?" I forced myself to ask, studying his dark expression.

He ignored my question and reached into the pocket of his black hoodie, pulling out a card. He held it out to me and commanded, "Here."

I took it and saw that it read 'Venice Beach Freakshow' in big letters ontop. A freakshow? Why did he have this in his pocket? And why did he give it to me?

I looked up at him and he looked like he was waiting for me to say something.

"What is this?" I asked, motioning to the card.

I watched as he lifted his hood off of his head, holding the unbrella with his opposite hand and then he... smiled. I saw his beautiful smile, his perfectly white teeth, and chills rose up my back. Other people would definetly say that he was creepy, but, to me, creepy is good. I love creepy.

His hair was still in his eyes as he started talking, "This is the Freakshow I work at. Come by tonight, I'll tell Todd we might have found a new member."

I stood there with a blank expression on my face. Is he really offering me a job at a freakshow? This was not only my dream, this was what I've wanted since I was about 10 years old, my biggest wish. And now, I'm acually being offered?

I ignored the fact that I had no idea who Todd was, and asked, "What time?"

"Any time is fine."

"How about ten?" I asked, hoping that wasn't too late.

"Cool.. I love the night..."

I grinned and said, "Seems like we have something in common."

He smirked, "More like two.."

I ruffled my eyebrows, "What else?"

He nudged his head and pointed to my bag, hanging off of my shoulder. I looked at it and cautiously handed it to him. He ruffled through it with one hand, and pulled out my sword.

Wait, what was he doing?

Without hesitation, he threw his head back and shoved the sword down his throat. I gasped and stepped back at how quick and accurate it was. He was a sword swallower, too? This is amazing!

I chuckled at how he still held the umbrella in his left hand, yet he was performing something so dangerous. Isn't he scared? Other the other hand, he doesn't seem like one to 'be scared'.

He quickly pulled my sword out of his mouth and held it in front of him, with a smirk on his face. He stuck it back into the bag and zipped it up. He handed it to me, without a care in the world, and I just stood there with a blank face.

"You're a--"

"Shock artist? Yes, I am." He finished, nodding.

My face of blankness, finally broke out into a smile. "That was amazing, you did it so quick and carefree. How?"

"Years of practice." He answered, simply.

I studied his pleased expression and then nodded.

I looked down at the card still in my hand and then said, "Uh, thank you for the invite. I'll definetly be there."

"That's good." He softly smiled and put his hands in his pockets.

"Thank you..." I said, and looked down at me feet.

I heard his footsteps walk away and I was about to head my way, until a thought struck my brian.

"Wait!" I yelled after him, and I saw him pause about ten feet away from me.

He twirled around smoothly and asked, "Yes?"

I bit my lip and asked, "Well... what's your name?"

"Morgue.. Mister Morgue..."

I starred at him silently, as he smirked and swiftly turned back around and started walking, without another word.

I turned my body and started walking back to my house, unable to get him out of my head. His perfect smile, the way he stood, his voice, his choice of words. There's something about him, something special. I just can't put my finger on it...