21st Piece

This is the 19th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

I'm still staring at Eric when we stop. What does he mean nothing? The hallucinations must have been painful otherwise he wouldn't have brought them up like that. You know, saying that they were worse than being awake during an operation. I can't find any logical solution to what they could possibly be about. The guard coughs. I turn my head slowly not meeting his eyes until Eric's were out of sight. "They are ready to see you now." I stare into his eyes unmercifully until he turns away rubbing the back of his neck. I walk slowly into the room with Eric behind me and then the guard last. It looks like a death chamber. There are weapons covering almost every square inch of the walls. I can't even make out the color of the walls, maybe a grayish color? Most of the weapons are from medieval times, don't get me wrong there are modern ones also but medieval seemed to be the favorite. There are hatchets, guns; I think I even see some sort of laser. My eyes run over the numerous weapons. My mind telling me that they can come in handy soon. I suddenly have a horrid feeling in the back of my head. Like an evil presence took the form of a spider and is crawling around the back of my skull waiting to strike. I shiver. The lights are dim and where the lights did shine only glinted off of the metal. I keep walking trying not to look fazed, Eric and the guard don't even try to hide their horror. "Good evening," speaks a dark voice. God how I'm getting sick of these kinds of meetings, how many have I gone to where there's a dark looming figure, in a dark room, that talk to me in a deep voice that seemed like he wants to destroy me? 5? I don't know I've lost count. Might as well answer I'm guessing that I don't want to make whoever this is angry.