The New Gods Of Central New York
“Floor 4, Room 432,” the security guard squeaked out.
Once I entered the elevator, I felt like I stepped into a whole different world, and a surreal one at that. The advertisement in the elevator was of the “The Creation Of Adam,” from the Sistine chapel painting, but God’s finger was skinny, pale, and had a claw instead of a fingernail. The elevator music was also strange, it was Beethoven’s Ninth, but it slowed to the point that it sounded like the gates of hell had been opened inside the speakers.
After what seemed like forever, I finally reached the fourth floor. It was a normal level, until I actually reached Room 432. The sign on the door read “Jack Benson PhD. Health Office.”
Jack was a doctor?
That thought was thrown out the window as soon as I opened the door. It wasn’t a doctor’s office, but a large empty office space. A stage was set up in the middle of the room. On the stage sat Robert, still looking like hell, but he had a smirk on his face as he sat in a large jet black “throne”. Next to him was a woman in a red dress that matched her hair. She was smiling, but you could tell she was terrified. Around the stage, about 20 people sat in office chairs. I recognized a few of them too: the police chief of the city, an anchorwoman from a local news channel, and a certain famous comedian that was from the area.
Jack was at the very front of the crowd. As soon as I entered, he scurried towards me. He snapped his fingers to call attention to us.
“This here is Dominick. He is a purebreed, I am very excited to announce that he has decided to join us!”
Everyone began to clap and cheer. I leaned towards Jack. “What the hell are you talking about?” I whispered.