Chapter 11

The Master motioned for someone in the party. Two uniformed men came and handcuffed Michael's hands behind his back. They pushed him through the crowd and down a dark hallway.

"What is he gonna do to me?" Michael asked.

"He will do what he wishes. He is The Master." The man with a bald head to Michael's left said.

"Why does he want to kill me so badly? Is it because of Sharon? Lisa?"

"You ask to many questions." THe man with the blond hair on his right said.

"Well, if you were going to be tortured, you would want to know why too."

Both men laughed and shook their heads.

They began to go down a long staircase. As they walked, the voices came back and Michael stopped walking. The voices were different this time. They were more definable. All the ghosts seemed to blend into one another.

We will have your blood...the voices said.

"Let's go," one of the men said.

Prepare for death...the voices continued.

The voices faded away.But suddenly, a splitting pain went through Michael's head and all he could see was bright white light. THe pain hit him so hard and sudden that he almost lost his balance and almost� fell down the stairs. One of the men caught him.

"What's happening to him?" the one with the shaved head asked. His question was buried in Michael's screams.

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Lisa leaned against the wall holding her drink. She watched the Master's white eyes turn black again. Lisa suddenly heard screams coming from the floor below them. They were Michael's screams.

The Master smiled. "That should tie him over for a bit."

"Master," Lisa said.

"Yes?"

"Please, don't kill him."

The Master laughed. "You have got to be kidding me!"

The Master gazed at her and realized she wasn't kidding. He shook his head. "You know so little. Come with me."

The Master took Lisa down a long staircase and into a small, empty room made of cold stone. Lisa saw two men tie Michael to a chair in the corner of the room. Michael was fighting them and screaming with agony at the same time.

"Oh this makes me sick." The Master said, looking around. "This room is so old fashioned. I need it remodeled. Don't you think , Lisa?"

Lisa was silent. Michael could feel the intense pain slowly die down in his head. He couldn't help but be scared now. For all he knew, this could be his last day.