Noah

Noah tells me that I have been with him a year, but I can’t remember my life before now. It seams this is the first year I have ever been alive. He’s been kind to me, teaching me things I would never have learned before. He brings others in our…his bed, but I’m the only one that last. I stay in the back of the huge bed leaning against the wall, while he “works” with others. Drug deals and other deals all of them unspeakable.

The ones that come to be with him always fade away after a while. Visits become less and less frequent and their life draining before my very eyes, dwindling into nothing. He knows too, when it’s their last visit. He tells me how proud of me he is and what a good boy I am.

Tonight after looking at the eight ball, he never lets me touch it you see, he asks me what I think of him. To this I reply, “You are a god, Noah”

“A god to be feared?”

“No, a god to be loved, worshiped a god that is needed and that supplies what is needed.” He smiles petting my head.

“And you,” He inquires, his long nails moving from my scalp to my cheek, stroking the line of my face.

“I belong to you.”

“Yes little pet, good boy. Sweet gentile boy.” His nails move down from my face, to my shoulder and down to my wrist. Heaven. It feels like Heaven as his nails dig into my skin drawing out my dark, black blood. He dips his finger tip into the growing puddle and tastes it. Then with more blood he smears a picture on his wall covering the face of a man holding a woman while watching two girls fight over a shirt. The picture looks so familiar.

“Noah, who is that man?” Noah just smiles at my question before lapping up the remaining blood on my arm. I close my eyes. I know what’s coming next, the Ambrosia and then….and then…something wonderful. This is our routine. Later I will wake up put on my mask and watch as customers come in.

I watch him as he pulls out an empty needle, his empty needle. This is different, only he is aloud to use that needle. “Tonight,” He tells me in a cruel whisper, “Tonight, you will transcend and become a god.” The needle penetrates his arm and it fills up with the dark liquid I have come to know as Ambrosia; Nectar of the gods which I now know is the blood of my god.

Before injecting me he puts the needle down and holds me close to him pointing into the mirror. I never realized how much I looked like him, the illusion is complete when he places a black strip across my eyes, I can still see but my eyes are concealed. My god has created a man in his image, and it’s me.
He fills my veins with his blood while I watch it happening in the mirror. Seeing it like this gives in an almost surreal quality. Immediately my body heat rises and my heart starts beating faster. I feel like lead, but more then that I feel Immortal. I am a god, only Noah could bring me this far. Every cell in my body feels like it’s trying to pull away, I feel like I am ripping apart.

I embrace him weeping, tears of joy, and tears of blood. He hands me the eight ball and I look down into the little plastic screen. Instead of the small blue triangle one would expect there was nothing. Not even the blue liquid that kept the plastic triangle afloat. He laughs and tells me I will see truly, when I wake. With that he pulls my down next to him, wonderful things are about to happen.

When I wake Noah isn’t there, there is a knock on the door and one of the faceless bodyguard ushers in a costumer. He kneels with his eyes averted and waits. I hold the eight ball and look into it. What it said is unimportant I just know to do what it says without question. I gently take the man’s face in my hand and pull his mask off. After asking what he wanted he asks me if I could just give him eighty dollars of anything, it didn’t matter what. I smile before consulting the eight ball again. The man gives me his offering, the names and addresses of every police officer on the case to bring down Noah, but it’s impossible to bring him down. Don’t they know that Noah is a god? I am Noah, I am a god.