Group Therapy

Is your character deeply troubled? Probably. We writers tend to write about people who are pretty screwed up. Welcome to Dr. Cantrell's office for a group therapy session!

As you step into the office, you note a Rubik's Cube on his desk. The colors are all mixed up, and some of the stickers are wearing out. The room smells oddly of coffee grounds and expensive cigars. The doctor motions for you to take a seat in one of many chairs in a circle in the center of the room. It's finally time to work out your deep personal issues.

"Hello everyone, please introduce yourself in clockwise order. I"m Dr. Cantrell. You may have heard of me, I helped to recuperate one of the greatest detectives known to man. What's your name? Could tell us a little about yourself?"

A girl in a white t-shirt with wavy brown hair speaks up, " I'm Joe, call me Josephine and you will die. I'm a convict and I am in death row at prison. I'm a murderer so there's guarentte that you will live past this session. I was born Josephine Mary Elizabeth Princeton the III to a wealthy family in Great Britain. I'm only here because there's a guard sitting behind me making sure I attend these sessions. There is no way you will fix me or find out about my "problems"

"Nice to meet you, Joe. I must warn you, if you do kill me, I'm friends with a detective." the doctor said jokingly. "And you're right, I won't find out about your problems, or 'fix' you. You aren't like a broken toy that I can just glue back together, you're a living being. You have to fix yourself, I'm just along to make sure you recover safely."

"Tell me, how does it feel to have a guard around you twenty-four-seven? Is he there for you, or for me?"

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I start to talk. "I'm Rayah, daughter of Aphrodite, um I hate people who can control Ice. I'm a pretty good fighter, considering I've probrably killled about 2 guys and I am from Mount Olympus and Hate Athena. Um.... I'm 5'4 and have blue eyes and fair skin. I was sent here because My mother got tired of me 'Hurting' gods. I really don't want to be here. But I have to. Just a warning, if you get 2 feet closer to me then I will flip you or send you to the underworld. Don't try me. And also, I have the power to control fire, It's not a good Idea to try to fight me, you'll end up in a hospital."

Dr. Cantrell laughed, this was surely an odd group. One of them a brutal killer, the other suffering from the most strange delusions he had ever heard of. He made a not to amp up Rayah's dosage. "Now Rayah, when did you learn you could control fire?" He didn't want to ask her directly when her delusions started, but rather ask when she learned it, then he could assume that was when the stress or medical condition that pushed her over the edge occurred.

Rayah.

I looked at him stupidly. "I was born with it. All gods and Goddesses are born with one power and Mine is Fire."

I smile "Maybe the guard is for both of us.Or everyone in the room, but honestly he's probably here to protect you from me. You know what I mean?" I lean back in my chair looking at the doctor. "I'm not insane, like Miss Delusional over here who has "fire" powers, I won't go off at any random minute.I have my reasons when I kill someone. "

Rayah-

I wanted to punch this girl in the face. I stood up and fire formed in my palms. "You better watch your mouth before I hurt you in ways you won't understand missy." I controle my actions and sat back down at the chair, wanting to set her on fire. "And I have a reason to kill someone too...." I mumbled to myself glacing at her in the corner of my eye.

The young boy in the corner had yet to speak, watching the two girls go at it. He saw fire in the one girl's hands...but maybe that was in his head. Everyone always says that...

The doctor's eyes set on him and he swallows, making sure his hood conceals his face.

"I'm...My name's Alyxan." He mumbles. "I-I'm from Ilyad. It's another dimension. Life's better here though. Ilyad's always in bad shape..."

He thinks he's said too much and stops, looking at the others for their reactions.

Rayah-

I looked at Alyxan. "Cool." I said nodding and looking down at the floor.

suddenly, the door burst open. a girl with stripy black and white socks, black shorts and a red t-shirt wth a strawberry on it walks in. on her head is a pair of cat ears.
"hello everybody. sorry i am late!"
she plonks down in a chair next to a Alyxan and swings her legs.
"i'm Anya and ummm... i kill people who are annoying!"

Rayah-

I smiled at the new girl. She reminded me of myself. I chuckled. "Nice to meet you Anya. I'm Rayah."

Anya smiles back.
she likes this girl. she reminds her of her sister.
"you can be my nee-chan!"(sister)she exclaims.

Alyxan is uncomfortable. Everyone's so happy, so loud. His heart races and he feels as if the walls are closing in on him, the anxiety building faster than imaginable. He says nothing though, discretely shifting to the one side of his seat to keep away from any possible contact.

The first girl - the one with the guard - is the only one not speaking, aside from the Alyxan of course. Just because of that, he deems her his temporary favorite, wondering if he could ever be so calm in a situation like this.

Rayah-

I laughed. "I guess?" I formed fire In my hands and started palying with it.