Katherin stood outside the large castle they had chosen. Or if she was honest the castle had chosen them. When she woke up a month ago to discover that she wasnt alone in her head, Katherin had raced to the see a psychologist. A month and 6 psychologist later she had given up. There was nothing modern medicine could do to quiet the voice in her head. The voice the told her the secrets of every person around her. In that time Katherin had learned that she was not alone. There were others like her. Others that had somehow been possessed by a demon. She had invited these individuals to meet with her so they could help each other deal with the demons inside them. When some of the others were attacked they agreed they needed to band together. With that thought in mind Katherin began searching for a place that would hold them all. Some place they could fortify but still have enough space not to be on top of one another. She had seen the castle listed on Ebay and bought it. It had cost every penny she had but Katherin knew it would be worth it.

James walked up to the castle. His scarf scrunched around his neck. In the past several days, weeks, months, his scarf had become some sort of comfort object. He pretended it shielded him from the defeating voice inside of his head. James was a man of science and nothing about the voice made sense. It was not logical, but yet, something so eerily devastating about its precision in demanding his body to react to situations in such ways--his former mind was losing its control and balance and above all, its harmony. He had tried to kill himself, but failed. He failed to kill himself.

In fact, he had only tried to kill himself after his sister had decided to have a serious relationship with some other man or boy--James did not care. It was all the same, he was losing his sister, his mind, his heart. He spent thirty days in a behavior correction center. All he felt was himself getting worse and worse, losing more and more--except his scarf. He still had his scarf.

The fabric warmed his neck, his throat, his vocal chords. They are warm and calm. But the voice was still talking, demanding. Did it ever sleep, he wondered. With tired eyes he stared at the castle in front of him. The illogical, absurdity of the situation left him with no other solution. He was worn and wanted relief. He wanted something better than just a scarf as his comfort. He wanted his sister back, but her innocence was gone. He had wanted it for himself, and he felt lost just knowing how lost he had been before the voice began scribbling all over the story of his life.

"Hullo?" his voice, with all the hope he could muster, called out to Katherin, anyone. He was feeling uneasy, as if this castle idea had been just a hoax--another lost cause.

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Hullo?" his voice, with all the hope he could muster, called out to Katherin, anyone. He was feeling uneasy, as if this castle idea had been just a hoax--another lost cause.

Katherin waved her welcome. She dug a notebook out of her purse. She had learned never to go anywhere without something to write on. She had found one way to combat the effects of the voice was not to talk. She couldn't stop from hearing other people's secrets but she could keep them to herself. On the paper she wrote. Welcome. I am glad that you were able to find the place. My name is Katherin. Which one are you?"

Ashley walked up to the castle wondering what she was actually doing. Were these others messing with her? Did they actually hear something to? She wasn't sure why she came . "it's not like anyone is going to be there" she thought. Its been around a month since she first heard the voice. It kept talking to her even if she didn't Reply. She often wondered why the voice sayschoose her. She wasn't special she was the person who set alone and never talked. A outcast. She didn't like to talk much. But if she was honest she kinds liked the voice talking to her.

She continues walking until she reached the castle . There she sees someone. "Hullo?" The boy says. A girl waves at her and writes something. Before the boy can reply Ashley says "H..... Hello I'm Ashley."

James stared at the piece of paper, reading the words--before he could finish reading, another female describing herself as "Ashley," caught the notebook before him. He pressed his chin against his neck, letting his mouth becovered by his scarf. The warm comfort of the soft fabric against his lips eased his mind. All these females. They reminded him of his sister. They looked nothing like her, but they did give him memory flashbacks. He took the notebook at last and jotted several words, "My name is James. Why are we here?"

He could feel himself being drawn to the Latin language around Katherin. Why would his mind be racing in a dead language? Quid Latine? His mind normally only thought so fatifer when he was concentrating on a specimen in the lab. And, around his sister...

He shoved the notebook back to Katherin. He seemed rude and egotistical the way he just let loose of the notebook. He must have looked like an asshole. He had been feeling more and more like one the less and less the voice let him think. His chin sank back into his scarf, where his warm breathes isolated themselves between his teeth, tongue, lips and scarf.

Katherine ignored James' rudeness. She could tell he was on the verge of a breakdown. She thought it was funny that James had written his answer rather then speaking. She wrote on the notebook. I have done some research. I know what had happened to use. We are here to help each other.

James wrote, "How?" And gave the notebook back. The thought of help seemed like a relieving word, but getting his hopes up too much only to be disappointed was starting to become another nightmare--that very well may plague the rest of his life. He held his head, all the Latin in his brain was rushing at him at once. The first time he studied Latin, he felt drunk. He figured dead languages had that effect, but now, the drunken feeling was a cloud of darkness ready to pour down. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front them. They had only just met, but his sister, soror amor. The thought of her kept biting his mind.

Faeya stepped out of her taxi as she arrived at the beautiful castle she was invited too. She grabbed her suitcase from the trunk and stood at the entrance of the beautifully designed fortress. The redhead started for the the large doors, thinking about her prediciment. After a car accident that also killed her friend, a demon seemed to have seeped into her mind. Everything she thought, he heard. Everything she did, he knew about. She was always with this person and yet it was herself she was truly with. After seeing therapist after therapist, there was no relief from this demon called Pain.
She learned to accepted it, but she wanted to learn how to get rid of pain, seeing as these people also had demons to share. Faeya sighed as she entered the large castle, her suitcase in one hand. "Hello?"

Katherin took the notebook and handed it to the new arrival. She had a feeling she would be doing this alot. She studied her companions. She wondered what demon they had been invaded by. How did the deal with the demon? She hoped they could work together to find away to live with the demons inside them.

Faeya took a slight step back and read the notebook. She nodded silently and said "I'm Faeya." She smiled softly at everyone.

Damian pulled the collar of his jacket up and tipped the brim of his hat down lower as he walked up the path way leading to a large castle, it was less of an attempt to keep himself warm but more of one to hide his face. He had always had a trouble with people looking at him growing up, well living people anyways, but now that he had this... voice living in his head he was even more paranoid of people's gazes. The voice had started talking to him about a month ago as he was in the middle of taking a Biology honors exam. It talked about his professor, saying that he would experience a fiery combination of metal and flesh. The next day Damian's professor died in a horrible car crash do to a drunk driver. Damian never had a problem with death, but now was hearing it every where he went. The voice kept telling him of people dying and every morning Damian would find that some died in just the way the voice predicted, to say the least Damian felt like he was on losing it. He looked into everything he could find, going to therapists and hypnotists for any sort of answer. It wasn't until he had got invited by someone claiming to have the same problem as him. So here he was walking to some castle, the voice going on about the death total during WWII, in the hopes of finding answers.

Katherin reclaimed her notebook. This was going to get old really fast. Still untill she and the others learned sign language it was the only way she was willing to communicate. She wondered what the others would think of what she had learned. There were still others out there struggling with the demon that had invaded their minds. Hopefully with time they would be willing to join the group. On the paper she wrote: Come inside I will explain what I have learned about the voices we have all been hearing this last month.

There was something comforting about there being more people experiencing the same problem as him--the voice. He tugged on the sleeves of his jacket, making sure his hands were being covered from the cool air. He kept his lower face partially buried in the scarf around his neck. James also felt a relief that he was not the only male in the group. Before following Katherin, he made the sign of the cross, Eastern style, of course. Domine, exaudi orationem. He tucked his hands now into his pockets, nervously. Just maybe, just maybe there would be a win from all of this.

Ashley follows katherin staying behind the others.she didn't like being around this many people. She was beginning to worry how many more people there was going to be in total.

Damian's brow raised slightly as he saw that one of the girls that arrived before him write down into a note book and showed it to the group instead of talking, but he quickly shook it off seeing as that was probably the least weird thing that happened to him in the past month. He followed after her and the rest of the group, again pulling up the collar of his jacket, inside. As he walked it occurred to him that he had yet to give anyone his name and if he was to trust these people he was going to need theirs as well, so in a meek voice and a slight clearing of his throat Damian spoke up. "M-my name is D-Damian."

"A...Ashley." She said . She looked down immediately thinking that he probably wasn't even talking to her. But at least he and that faeya girl knew her name now.she wondered if these new people would end up being her friends. She shook her had at that thought. If they did become friends she might accidentally her them or cause them unnecessary trouble. Her dad always said she was trouble and everyone called her a klutz. "they probably wouldn't wasn't to be my friends anyways"she mumbles quietly to herself. In her thoughts she wasn't paying attention and she accidentally trips over her own feet.

Faeya looked over at the new guy and smiled, saying "my name's Faeya." Then she heard a mumble and a tumble as she looked over at the girl that said her name was Ashley. She quickly scurried over to her and said "oh gosh! Are you okay?" Her demon was feeding off of the pain that Ashley was emitting, but Faeya still wanted to know if she was okay.

Ashley looks up at Faeya.she quickly stands up, bows and says hurriedly " I'm fine. Sorry for causing you any unnecessary trouble!" not again. she thinks.

Donf worry about it. It is not all your fault. Katherin wrote in her notebook before rushing to Ashley's side. She offered the girl a hand. They were nearly to the throne room that Kayherin had set up for the meeting.

" of course its my fault." Ashley Says." I'm always messing up. I probably shouldn't be here.I'd just make the voices worse." Ashley straightens up. Takes a step back " l..lets just continue ."