Stella Angelo's Story

Stella sat in the taxi staring at the building before her. She didn't belong here. She didn't understand what was wrong or why her parents got rid of her so quickly. She was a good child. The driver looked impatient. She got out of the car and grabbed her bag out of the trunk. The taxi sped away leaving her here in front of this therapy building. Her gaze shifted from the door of the building to the people standing in front of it. What did they do? Sighing, she marched her way towards the door of the mansion.

The closer she go to it the farther away her family felt. A part of her soul being ripped away for a reason she didn't understand. Memories of all the things that she was able to do flashed through her mind and she stopped walking. A tear fell down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. She was not going to let these people watch her cry. She didn't know them. She didn't want to make friends, or seem weak. She wanted to fix her "problem" and get out. As she continued walking everything went into black.

Athena looked around out of Stella's eyes and was extremely happy. She couldn't wait to start trouble here. She had already got Stella kicked out of her house and into this estate. No internet. No phone. No connection to the outside really. Which made it all the more fun. Stella can't get distracted by the outside making it easier to do things. Stella isn't aware of Athena so she doesn't know how to fight her off. Athena shifted the bag onto her shoulder and walked right into the building waiting to be registered. "I guess I should let you talk, so you can register us." She said out loud.

Stella regained her sight and realized she was in the building. "Must have dozed off." She concluded. She stood there waiting for her new life too begin.

Seth

The bumpy road eventually woke him up. It was a long way from home and he was relatively surprised he was escorted in a taxi, of all things, to get here. Not that he was complaining. All things considered, he didn't want to make his first impression from the back seat of a police car. He snickered, Then again, that could've been a great conversation starter. He shifted his way to the cab door and squinted his eyes as the sun blazed through the window. From what he could see, he was fairly high up. Trees were everywhere, lining the road and the house ahead, making the area seem forlorn and apart from the rest of the world. He snorted and slumped back into his seat. He supposed he belonged here, the place being so far out in the middle of nowhere. What could happen out here? The thought of having no internet, phones, television..pretty much the amish life if you don't include electricity- which he prayed to god this place had, put a bad taste in his mouth. He was starting to wonder if this place was really the lesser of two evils. At least prison had TV..

The cab pulled up along side of the building and he sighed. Already people were filing up. Just how many are gunna be here? He wondered sizing up the quartet as they made their way inside. One male, three females. A smirk found its way to his lips. At least there were chicks. He knew some crazy girls, they were always interesting. Nothing was better than playing with screwed up women..except for that one time- but he learned his lesson. This time there was no place to go. He'd be stuck with these strangers until this 'therapy session' was done, or if he felt like hiking, however many miles, back towards civilization. He helped himself out of the taxi, slinging his pack upon his shoulders. He wasn't a crazy superficial person, he didn't have much- just a few books, spare clothes, hair stuff..He was wishing he had more now, however, upon getting a better look at the place. "Great.." he muttered to himself as the cab drove away, "No going back now.."

He shifted his pack weight and paused a moment, unconsciously clicking his tongue, before introducing himself to the group. "So," he called out pushing his way into the building, "Anybody have a look around Bates Motel yet?" He wasn't exactly sure if everyone was supposed to wait in the entrance, he wasn't given any specific directions. No one was there to register them anyway, so why not look around? He was anxious get things rolling. The sooner this thing starts the sooner I'm out. Also, he wanted first dibs on the best room.

Seth

He stood awkwardly for a moment, his fingers fidgeting with his pack straps, as he looked about the entrance. He wasn't exactly pleased with the way things were going. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own little worlds. He frowned, growing slightly irritated. This was why he wasn't a people person. He was nice enough to put himself out and crack the ice a bit, but no one was willing to bite. He gazed about the corridor, taking note of the age of the building. It was beautiful, he wouldn't deny that, but something about the place felt..unnerving, as if he could feel eyes upon him. He shook the feeling away and mentally kicked himself. Yeah, great idea, genius. Freak yourself out. He chuckled at himself, noting his sudden uncertainty of exploring the halls now. Last thing he wanted was to stumble upon a body, or ghost, or whatever spooky shit he could think of. This was definitely the building for it.

His attention shifted as an other person entered from outside. He turned, welcoming the distraction, and smirked. Another chick. Damn, this place was going to be brimming with girls if this keeps up, He chuckled softly to himself, And people think guys have more issues.. Either this was going to be horrible, or this was going to be heaven. Stuck in a building full of females may be one man's dream, but Seth could see the downside to that. Girls had a habit of either grouping together or making their female counterpart's lives miserable, in turn making everyone else miserable, and heaven help everyone during their 'special moment', as they call it, when they become crazier than normal. They weren't human. What creature could bleed for days and not die, honestly? That and since everyone here seemed to have some sort of 'issue'..things definitely wouldn't be dull.

He watched as the new girl walked by, seemingly shaking her head at him. Well, screw you too, he thought, grimacing when he caught wind of her cigarette smell. Ugh. Definitely lost hot points. He frowned, watching as she sat down upon the floor. It was a shame too. She was kind of pretty. In fact all these chicks weren't that bad looking, he thought as he scanned the group once more. He just hoped they all didn't smoke. Last thing he wanted was to be stuck in the middle of nowhere in a place that stunk of cigarettes. That or possibly be tasting it..one never knew. Females may be one of the stranger things to walk the earth, but, damn, they could give a guy a good time.

Tam had been just standing there when all of a sudden someone walked right into her, them being allot taller and bigger than her almost sent Tam crashing to the ground.

“Holy shit what the fuck hit me, a Mack Truck or something” she said in a playful tone of voice.

"Sorry about that," he muttered, "Are you okay?" said the guy that had just walked into her.

Tam smirked, “Eh it’s alright kid don't worry about it I've had worse things run into me” she noticed that he didn't look her in the eyes but it didn't bother her and she didn't press it.

She noticed other people coming up and stopping at the door, one was a girl that looked to be in her own little world, and another stepped into the first corridor of the house as Tam was preoccupied with the guy that had walked into her. Then she noticed a guy with a Mohawk come in as well, not wanting to be the last one in she stepped in behind him.

"So", he said as he entered, "Anybody have a look around Bates Motel yet?"

Tam chuckled a little “Yeah it’s creepy as fuck, but it’s free” she then proceeded to make the Psycho noise and doing stabbing motions in the air. “Ree ree ree ree!”, she couldn't help but laugh a little at the sound echoing in the room a bit.

The house was old and everything that was in it appeared to be old and expensive there was an old painting of a guy dressed in Victorian clothing.

Tam walked up to the painting and smirked, “So where do you get your clothes?” she said to the painting, it was one of those weird ones that looked like their eyes followed you wherever you go. Tam decided to ignore it and move on to something else. Another girl walked in and sat down on the floor,

Tam looked around at group of misfits, “This is gonna get interesting” she said as she found a chair in a corner and sat down. She was beginning to wonder where this doctor was, shouldn't he be here to greet them.

Seth

“Yeah it’s creepy as fuck, but it’s free.” The new voice drew his attention and he turned to the girl who now stood beside him. He tensed some, startled by her sudden appearance, and took a step back. He didn't like that she snuck up on him without realizing, but he managed to keep himself composed and merely smiled awkwardly upon her Psycho impression. Free? Did he hear her right? Was she here as some kind of test subject or was she here for help? He knew he wasn't paying for any of this, it was all coming out of the state's pocket, so he was unsure just what exactly she meant. If she was some sort of test subject that wasn't going to sit well with him. What sort of place would endanger a volunteer by sticking her in with a bunch of possibly violent psychopaths? Not anyplace he wanted to be 'treated' in that was for sure. He opened his mouth to ask her straight out, but she seemed to have other things in mind. So, instead, he watched, in confused amusement, his head tilted some, as she bounded away and began conversing with an old painting. Well, that settles that question, he decided, snickering as she eventually sat down. He shook his head and shrugged. Not like he was one to judge, him being here as well. This was a place for crazy people. Who knew what she thought. For all he knew, everyone else here was thinking they were standing in friggin' Candyland, singing with cartoon kittens and such. He laughed at that thought, turning once more as more newcomers made their way into the building.

His smiled disappeared upon seeing the male and was replaced by a look of distrust and disapproval. The way he held himself, his ragged, sickly appearance..either this guy was sick or he was coming off something. Growing up with drug-addicted parents made things a bit easier to see in that area. Junkies weren't hard to point out. That and seeing as this was supposed to be a 'treatment' center, he could bet this guy wasn't suffering from the common cold. Though that in itself made him think twice. The guy wasn't twitching or spazzing out, so he possibly wasn't that hard of a user. That and him being here meant either he or someone was trying to change something in his life. Either way he supposed was good, but that still didn't take away the unease he felt of there being a possible drug abuser in the building. He unconsciously traced his fingers along the scar which tore across his neck. Drug addiction was no game. It fucked with people's lives.

"Mohawk!" Again, he was jolted out of his thoughts as yet another girl made herself known. His smile returned with full force, realizing she appreciated the hair. It was something he was usually scorned about. Knowing that there were some people who understood the term 'different' made his hope for humanity raise..just a little bit. "I was just admiring the hair. It's awesome." He nodded his head in agreement as she stepped up to him. "I know," he grinned, shifting his pack. He didn't like most people, but that didn't mean he didn't like being the center of attention. He was about to say something more, when the girl from before spoke out. "It happens to everyone. As long as you don't do that during sex, things will be pretty good."

"Heh," He laughed at her unexpected bluntness. He was surprised to see things already heading down that road. He couldn't help but raise his brows upon her remark about the driver pulling a gun on her, quickly casting the Asian girl a questioning glance. "A gun, huh?" Whether the chick was telling the truth or not, he didn't really care, but he supposed he'd try to keep things nice before they all really got to know each other. Thus, deciding it would be in his best interest to skip the "Why are you here?" part, he introduced himself. "Name's Seth," he nodded, unconsciously clicking his tongue, "I dunno about you guys, but I'd like to hold onto my little bit of privacy whilst I can. I'm sure we're all gunna find out our 'dirty little secrets' later." He emphasized 'dirty little secrets' whispering sarcastically.

Theo felt her nervousness disappear just a little as the guy with the mohawk not only grinned at her, but nodded as well and agreed with her. Not that he wouldn't, but an 'I know', was much better than a 'yeah idiot, that's why I have one'. Not that she didn't appreciate sarcasm she was just...not in the mood or mindset.

She smiled at the girl that blurted out to the mohawk-sporter. Seeing the girl's face become embarrassed, Salice said to her, "It happens to everyone. As long as you don't do that during sex, things will be pretty good." She spoke in a joking manner and she smiled a little more.

Her attention was quickly pulled away when she heard another girl's voice. She recognized her appearance from one she'd blankly looked over from before, and scoffed out a laugh. "That's names. Particularly the wrong one."

She went to sit as she placed her stuff down and looked up at the new girl. Salice...that was interesting. "I'm Theo," she explained, but her accent gave a little twist to it.

She caught mohawk-guys questioning glace when the girl talked about a gun, and her small eyes went wide when she shrugged slightly.

She herself was actually going to answer the question about why she was there, but after Seth's answer and a quick glance towards him she agreed. So she turned her eyes back towards Salice. "Sorry but...I gotta agree with him..." Before the girl got a chance to answer, a large door opened, demanding the attention of the room.

Theo turned slightly to look as an older man entered the room.



Dr. Jones strolled into the room with a smile on his face, surveying his little group of misfits. He was extraordinarily pleased with the turnout.

"Hello everyone," he stated with a little nod as he made his way to the front of the room. "We should all be here. But I'll leave this list here to sign yourselves in after a moment." He healed up the list for everyone to see before sitting it down on the counter.

"First of all, the bedrooms are all on the top two floors, so you will all be choosing these on your own later. I you feel like you need a certain bedroom, let me know and we will discuss it. You've all seen the entrance, and here we are in the greeting hall. To the left is the dining room. Everything is stalked, but if you need certain foods due to allergies or intolerance, we can fetch them for you.

"To the right is the living room and a library. Please do not abuse the books, but feel free to read them. There are outside entrances to all the ground floor rooms. The living room is where we will have our group therapy meetings. At the end of the hall behind the stairs is the family room..." He pointed to the double grand staircase when he mentioned this. "This is the largest room in the house and will be a great meeting place. It connects to the grand kitchen and the breakfast nook."

"Upstairs there are two utility rooms, one on each floor. The bathrooms are all the same size and equip in each room. There are also two hall bathrooms, one on the top floor and one in the hall here. In each upstairs floors there is a game room, which would be a good place for you to convey."

He leaned back on one of the side table and crossed his arms loosely. "You can all look around later. Our sessions will not begin until tomorrow. Privet, at first. Once everyone gets used to each other we will begin to work with groups. There will be no curfews as to when people have to be in bed, but I myself will be asleep around ten or so. Therefor respectable levels of sound would be greatly appreciated. Are there any questions?"

Salice peaked over Theo's shoulder and as she did, she watched the doctor step into the room. At first, she thought, 'Wow, he looks just as insane as I am.' but as he spoke she shut down the thought after hearing he was the doctor.

As Dr. Jones finished with Kieran and Theo, Salice asked, "Yes, I have one," speaking after Kieran. "All I want is an acoustic guitar and grapes. I understand the grapes can be dealt with, but I need some kind of music. If it's possible, I'd like it to be red. Please." She crossed her left arm over upper abdomen and used it to prop her left arm as her fingers tossed in her short, black hair.

"And about the noise, what happens if we wake you up? I can see where it would be quite rude, but I am just wondering. And what is a group session? Can we skip out on it?"

She laughed inside as she came up with constant questions, but she couldn't help herself. She knew what she was doing as the annoyance level of her own soon annoyed herself. She stopped and smiled. "Sorry, a bad habit of asking questions without getting answers to the one I asked before."

She looked down at her shoes, 'playing' a pretty convincing innocent embarrassment. "Sorry folks," she whispered.

After looking down and hearing all of her questions answered, she smirked, but felt the eyes of more than one person on her. Growing uncomfortable, she pushed her hair back again- this had been a habit of nervousness since she was young.

She turned to see if anyone was looking at her and she spotted Amelia and her eyes passed her to dart toward the others and she looked to Seth as he said, "Grapes, really?".

She whispered to him, "I can't eat anything else." Her eyes darted around the room again, passing each person; Stella, Theo, Kierun, and stopped at Tam who was behind her and seated. After Dr. Jones answered her question she looked to him and asked her final question, "Doc? Would it be possible to turn me invisible?" Of course, her question was a simple joke as she continued in a slightly sarcastic manner, "A lot of people here tend to keep staring at me, I'd rather not go through that. It makes me kind of... anxious." She smirked and shook her head a small laugh escaped her lips and she didn't care who looked.

"Sorry, Doc. I am a bit... well... my oddity takes over with my insanity. It happens." She turned and she looked at Seth and Tam. "Don't worry, I will be sure to keep my jokes in around you two. You guys seem so uptight about whatever it is you're here for. I mean come on, face it. You're here and if you wanted to leave, you'd be gone. I could be one of those people who go around killing for no reason and only came here to do that, but am I? Nope." She kept a serious, yet playful tone as she said those last two sentences: 'I could be one of those people who go around killing for no reason and only came here to do that, but am I? Nope.'

Her face was dedicated to that half lie. She didn't enroll into this place to kill, but she didn't have a problem doing the Devil's bidding either. She turned around and grabbed a pen from her combat boot and smirked signing onto the sheet of paper. After she signed she turned and was now facing everyone, but she just stared into air in thought.

"This will be fun." She walked toward a hall to her left and smirked. "And interesting. Fun and interesting." Not once did she feel embarrassed, but she knew if she stayed she would become angry feeling stared at. After she had signed the paper she had a small flashback of herself at age 15.

Flashback [Flashbacks are short and are only used to give a piece of my character away]:

"Hey! Give that back!" Young Salice- age 15- screamed at the top of her lungs. A child, only seven at the time, had taken her guitar and coloured all over it with black marker.

"Salice!" Her foster father had yelled at her from the doorway. "Salice leave June alone! She's a child!"

"So! It is mine and this bitch fucked it up!" She caught sight of a little girl and boy that had been laughing the whole time. They were twins- age 9 at the time. Salice was angry and she looked up at her foster parent and dropped the guitar strap mumbling, "She can have it. I have other things to do anyway."

"Thank you, Salice." The foster parent spoke with a smile to keep calm. Salice walked out and eyed both twins with an angered look.

After dinner, Salice met the twins in their room. While foster father was tending to the other children, she closed the door. They smiled and waved to Salice and Salice just grinned. She led them to their closet having told them about a treasure and they followed without worry. The closet was walk-in and Salice closed the door behind them. She smirked and grabbed each by their long blond hair.

Immediately, they screamed for help, but it was useless. Salice smashed both of their heads together knocking them out cold and she pulled a kitchen knife- her favourite weapon of choice- from the front of her pants. She smiled and as she had done to her sister a couple of years back, she slit their throats clean and left the closet, closing it again and running the knife to her room.

Stella/Athena

Stella watched as the questions flew by and the people's questions were being answered. Dr. Jones was doing a great job at answering most of them. She didn't know what to ask because she still didn't understand why she needed to be here. She stood towards the back afraid to ask for anything. She wasn't used to being around so many people. Being home schooled she was used to family and herself. She never had friends and she wasn't ever allowed to leave her house.

Everyone seemed weird in there own way. It was helpful to not be the only one that had parents that don't want to deal with there problems. She tries to control whatever her mother told her consumed her soul. Her mother thinks that it was a demon and her dad just said that Stella was crazy. She just wanted to get to the therapy sessions as soon as possible. The faster the treatment, the faster she could leave.

Just then everything faded to black and Athena took over from here on out. She wanted to take control from here on out. She was going to let this doctor know who he is messing with. She raised her hand to acknowledge her presence and ask her question. She honestly did not care who was talking or what they were talking about. "Yea, When are we dismissed?" She asked seriously and harshly.

Athena smiled as her questions was answered and waved sarcastically as the girl left. Dr. Jones mentioned group therapy and she held back a laughter. Stella doesn't even know why she is here, group therapy won't do any good. She listened to the rest of the questions and tuned out the answer. She wanted whatever she did to be a surprise. The one guy asked about why happens when people are seriously injured she gave a mischievous smile. Just thinking about the harm she could cause people here made her happy. Stella was in a heap of trouble after Athena introduces herself to her in a dream. But that would be later. She wants to sign in and get settled. The quicker that happens the quicker she can cause pain.

She walked over to where she was able to sign in and she put both Stella and Athena just to let the Doctor know that she was here. Walking back over to where her spot was she raised her hand for yet another questions. "Do we have room buddies?" The last thing she wanted was a room buddy. She can he a sinister plot with another individual in the room. There are plenty of evil things you can do to the mate, but it's better for her to be alone. Once the question is answered she will let Sylvia have control of her body again. Just for know.

Athena was happy that her question was answered. She picked up Stella's belongings and went up the stairs. People were already claiming rooms. It seemed that she wasn't going to get any of the them. Finally she found a room that was empty. She was excited. She figured that she should give Stella back her body so that she can unpack and make lots of friends that she will destroy later. She put the suitcase on the bed and opened it up. Afterwards everything faded to black as Stella was awakening.

Stella was confused. First she was downstairs listening to the questions and now she is upstairs in a room she doesn't remembering walking into. She ignored the confusion and started to unpack her things and place her favorite stuffed animal on the bed. It helped her with the bad dreams. She would have them every night. Some one always died no matter how happy he dream seemed. She plopped down on the bed and didn't know what to do. She didn't exactly have friends here and everybody seems to have met the person they plan on being friends with while they are here. She left the room and decided to wander the halls. Watching people and trying to figure out if her life would actually get better while being here.