Blood and Clay (A Mister Morgue Fan-Fiction)

Wonder

I woke up late the next morning because of my excessive drinking and had to speedily get ready for work, applying a little bit more eye makeup than usual.

Everyone greeted me as I walked into the Freakshow, smiling and waving and I tried my best to act like I hadn't drowned my pain in alcohol the previous night.

"Hey?" Bri grabbed my arm, stopping my progress towards the pile of stuff that needed to be taken outside, "Are you okay, Morgue?" I smiled slightly, trying so hard not to crack.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just had a late night." She looked at me like she didn't quite believe me, but picked up a banner and walked outside. I followed her, deciding she'd need some help."

"So, what are you doing for the night show?" Bri asked me, curious about my act I was doing for the first night time show the Freakshow had ever held.

"I don't want to give it all away, but it involves razors."

"Holy shit. Morgue, please be careful." She laughed in that concerned way that people laugh when they don't want to tell you they're scared for you.

"I will, I promise." I had gone to a props company a few days ago and asked them to make me a bed of razors, for my metaphorical suicide.

I wanted to do my best to surprise everyone so I'd only taken Todd and Asia with me, and even they only knew that I had a bed of razors, they didn't know the specifics yet.

"What are you going to do?"

"Okay, so I'm going to have out this system I rented that has microphones to pick of voice waves, and then turns them into visual sound waves. I'm going to hook the system up to a projector and project the voice waves onto a wall in a neon color, so people can see how closely matched my voice is to theirs"

"That'll look really cool."

"I'm excited because my act isn't really an entertaining thing you'd see at the night show. I don't blast fire or swallow swords or anything like that."

"It doesn't need to be dangerous to be entertaining Bri."

"But it doesn't leave the audience on the edge of heir seats. If anything it just creeps them out a little bit."

"I think it's fascinating, so everyone else's opinion is trumped. You're quite an entertainer Bri Methót." I smiled at her and she gave me this look, and in her eyes was innocence and laughter and wonder and she smiled at me like for the first time in her life someone was proud of her.

"Thank you Morgue." She finished tying the last string on the banner.

The night came, and we were preparing for our acts. I was just wearing black pants, leaving my chest and back bare for the bed of razors. Asia was decked out in black, her hair teased and a black lightning bolt painted across her face for her electric act.

Then, Bri walked in just before we started letting in guests. She was wearing a little lace dress in an electric purple with long sleeves and a wide black belt. As she walked up to me I thought how nice it was that I could look her in the eyes because she was wearing black high heels.

"You ready?" She asked me

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Is your mom coming?" my face fell a little bit. No, my mom didn't like crowds. She wouldn't be coming to watch me perform tonight.

"No. She can't make it." Bri startled me with a hug. I don't do hugs, but she got there first, and she was my friend, so I just awkwardly wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Everyone sort of turned and looked at the situation curiously and I just gave them a "I have no idea" face.

"I'm sorry. I know you really wanted her to be here."

"Thank you Bri."

"Be careful Morgue, I don't want to have to spend the rest of the night in the emergency room waiting area."

"You won't have to, I'll be careful." When the time came for my act I was very, very nervous. One slip this way or that and my back would be shredded by hundreds of razors. I explained the act to the audience. This was a metaphorical suicide. It was about destroying a part of myself that I didn't think should be there. Destroying an upbringing. I will lay on the bed of razors, then place a mirror on my chest. I will then drop a brick on the mirror, shattering it, and with it killing a part of myself I can't handle any longer.

I began to lay down, catching Bri and Asia watching with their hands tangled in their hair with worry as I eased myself onto the razors. Asia stepped forward, handing me the mirror that I placed on my upper chest, and then Bri, with a red brick in hand looked me in the eyes. I could tell she was worried. I took the brick from her, slowly and surely, and raised it above the mirror.

There was a stillness in the room as I breathed in and out, preparing myself before,

Crash. The mirror shattered and my back was uncut by the bed of razors.

I was okay.

I took some more breaths before sitting up and dumping the pieces of mirror onto the floor. Bri grabbed my arms and helped me up.

"Good job." she whispered, before letting me go and stepping off to the side so I could take my bow.

I was so sure I'd be fine after I did this.