Rivers looked at the black card in his hand with gold handwriting before looking up at the tall white house standing before him.  The bus had dropped him off a few blocks from here and each step had been taken with disbelief as he returned to his hometown.  As with all old things, nothing had really changed.  The houses in this area held that old beauty that decay and weather would only improve.  Black iron fences surrounded nearly every home and Rivers had felt a chill down his spine as soon as he had stepped onto the street.<br/><br/>It had taken a lot for Rivers to decide to come here, but once he had decided, he was determined to see it through.  Now, he finds himself in front of an old, white, two-story house with a wraparound porch.  The pillars supporting the upper floor give the house an 'old money' kind of vibe and he finds himself glancing at the card again.<br/><br/><i>Celeste Boudreaux</i><br/><br/>Below her name was an address that matched the number on the old, iron gate thatsurrounded the property.  Running his fingers across the slightly raised, gold lettering, he looks back up at the house and takes a deep breath before stepping inside the gate.<br/><br/>Leaving the circus had never truly been his plan.  Even in a world of freaks, though that nickname was only allowed to be used by the performers in the circus (anyone else would regret it), he'd always known he was still different.  They were still family though, and this decision had been one of the hardest he had ever had to make.<br/><br/>He raises his hand to knock on the door when a loud explosion causes the house to shake and for him to jump back off of the porch.  A window opens on the second floor but he doesn't think they see him as the smoke quickly billows out of the room.  It only takes a few more moments for him to go back on his decision.  Celeste had promised actual answers and am offer to teach him how to use this so-called gift, but with the explosion...<br/><br/>He was beginning to think this was more of a cult.<br/><br/>"Not happening," he whispers with a shake of his head.  He can't help but chuckle in disbelief at his own stupidity as he shoulders his duffle and head back towards the gate.