The Kiss of the Blade

Chapter Eighteen.

Noah: 

it was dark. dark and cold. and he felt like he was lying in a puddle. Noah lifted his head slowly, but everything was spinning. He shut his eyes and counted to twenty before opening them again. This time he could make out vague shapes but nothing more.  

He had no idea where he was, or how he got there. And though he would never admit it, he was terrified.  

He slowly rose to his knees. Then to his feet. His head started throbbing immediately. He felt his forehead with the tips of his fingers. they came away wet. He felt the puddle on the ground and brought it to his nose. The metallic, coppery smell hit him strongly, triggering his gag reflex.  

Great, he was bleeding out all over the floor. No wonder he was dizzy. But...Where was he? And what did he do to end up there with a bleeding forehead? He collected his thoughts.  

He had been...In a club? yeah..but why? Zee had invited him and a few others... After that...? 

Yeah. He remembered. She had disappeared onto the dance floor, so he had waited around outside, bored. Then... then he blanked. What had happened next? Something obviously had... 

He dismissed the thoughts when he heard voices outside. Every second passing the voices grew louder and Noah stood there frozen in fear. Finally he scrambled behind one of the large objects placed randomly throughout the room. Nothing happened for about five minutes. Just when he was about to move out from behind, he heard a little click - The sound of a door unlocking.  

Light streamed through the open door and a silhouette of a man, around 6 feet tall, was visible.  Noah didn't move an inch. He even held his breath, in the futile hopes that the man might not realize that he was in there. "Kid, I now you're in there! Come out come out wherever you are." His voice was taunting, evil. 

He flipped a switch and a bright white light flooded the room entirely. Noah could now see the man clearly. He had dark hair and icy eyes. His cruel grin made Noah quiver from where he was crouching on the floor. This man was extremely daunting.  

He reached into the waistband of his pants and drew out a gun. "I said. Come out.", His voice had turned venomous, but his features remained composed.  Noah stayed where he was, too afraid to move.  

The man pointed the gun upwards and shot one...two..three bullets consecutively, shattering multiple light fixtures. Gulping, Noah stood up slowly, his hands raised, palms outwards.  

"Good boy," The man spat, his grin not fading for even a second. "Come" He beckoned to Noah with the gun.   

Noah slowly stepped around what he now saw as a table and walked as slowly as possible towards the man. It wasn't like there was anything else he could do. "Who are you?" He asked, not managing to keep his voice from shaking.  

"The last face you'll see before you go to hell...AS for my name, that isn't important. But you can call my 'Oh great one'" The man snickered  

"Wh-what do you m-mean? Wha- what's going t-to happen to me" Noah swallowed 

"Oh, so you haven't figured it out yet? I assume your girlfriend hasn't told you anything? Of course she hasn't. You don't mean anything to her." The man said, coldly. 

It surprised Noah how quickly his demeanor changed from snooty and self centered to cold and hateful in that one sentence.   

"Zee? What does she have anything to do with this?" Noah asked, suspicious.  The man raised an eyebrow. "Everything, boy. She has everything to do with this." Then he leaned forward and grabbed Noah's forearm.