James could feel something prick his upper arm, he turned to look at the dart, blinking as it stuck out of his flesh. He lifted his head, eyeing the direction it had come from with cold eyes, the eyes almost seeming to belong to someone else. He grinned tiredly, the look cold and ruthless. Of course, that soon faded and he fell to the ground in a heap, sleeping.

Vincent sighed. "Why do all MY patients have to break my stuff. He sighed and lifted him into a chair. He made some notes about his responses.
Notes:
Abused as a child
Nice, but misunderstood
skitsofrenick
Does NOT LIKE FUN!!!
Buy more darts

He sighed. He was glad that the warranty would replace it for free.

James twitched fitfully, lips trembling as he dreamed a drug induced dream, mumbling as images faded in and out of his tired mind, moaning fearfully as images of those people filtered into his head and made him relive the pain they put him through. He hated religion. He hated it because of this pain.

Vincent looked down at him. He had already called the moving men to get the heavy couch again. They were on their grudging way over.

Simon still hadn't changed back to his happy-go-lucky attitude yet. He refered to this personality as Simon 2, simon 2 like to be called Balthazar. giving him the second position was demening according to him.

James's eyes finally opened, blinking as his fogged head attempted to make sense of the lights filtering into his mind. Odd. He never remembered falling asleep.

Vincent was still sitting on the chair. with the note pad, only now he was finishing a sketch of James as he slept. He looked up. "So, have you ever been to a phyciatrist office before?"

James blinked, groaning quietly as he tried to make sense of Vincent's words. "Once....he...he never wanted....t-to see me again," he murmered sleepily, head beginning to pound.

Vincent nodded. "Keep your head down, it will make the headache go away faster. Do you like to draw?" Vincent finished the sketch and wrot down another note : Previouse Phyciatric experiance, failed.

James looked up at Vincent, ignoring his advice about the headache. He nodded slightly, eyes flashing almost eagerly.

Vincent stood and began to rumage through a drawer. He came back holding a plastic packet full of art supplies and handed it to James. "here. Why don't you use this for awhile, then bring it back to me so that I can see sort of what your all about."

James took out the small pad inside and a simple pencil. He began to sketch, his hand moving rapidly as a memory began to play onto the paper. It was a man, one he had seen as those damned freaks sacrificed him to their 'god.' It was terrible, but he couldn't stop his hand from drawing it. Soon, it was done. He stared at it, hating it. It was a man, bloody, beaten and tied. His mouth was open in a terrible scream, barbed wire tied around his tongue, the strand leading somewhere off the page. More barbed wire held him suspended over a ring of men, each wearing cloaks, hoods pulled over their head. 'Sacred' runes were carved into his body, blood seeping from his wounds. Tears were seeping from his dead eyes. James turned to look at Vincent, not sure if he should hand the image to him.

Vincent felt a chill it crawled it's way up his spine and into his shoulders. He shivered invoulintarily. He waited for James to do something.

James looked to the picture before reluctantly holding it out for Vincent to take. He blinked, waiting for the older man to grab it.

Vincent looked at him. "Remember, nothing you do here will be involintary (Except being darted), if you don't want me to see it, you dont have to show me."

James kept it held out, hand shaking. "Please....take it....I don't want to see it anymore..." he murmered, voice scared.

(damn you guys write a lot but its a good read I thought the dart thing was funny.)

Angel sat in her math class, already done with the homework. She looked around her class was nothing, but preps. She shivered. Finally the bell rang and she was out of there before anyone. She spotted Simon down the hall and waved at him, "Hey Simon! Wait up!"

Simon turned around "Oh, your that girl from this morning." He commented.

James watched the hesitant Vincent, hand trembling as he held the paper.

Vincent took the paper and looked at it hesitantly. His eyes widened behind his sunglasses. His hand shook a bit. He looked up at James. "This is very disturbing" (*Sparkle Sparkle* Too tired to think of something smart to say :drool:)

James looked away. "I-I'm sorry," he murmered, closing his eyes sadly. "But, it just happened on its own.

(Glad you like it, Hotaru.)

Vincent nodded. "So, what is this (:drool:)

((Thanks Cupcake))
Angel caught up to Simon, she gave him a weak smile "Hey, looks likes we are headed the same way, Simon." She began walking backwards so she could look at him why they talked. "Funny."

Simon raised his eyebrow. "Yeah, I guess your right." He wiped the dried blood off his lip. Just noticeing it was there.

James looked away, grabbing the sides of his head once more. "A...m-memory...a very...bad memory..." he whimpered, trying to get the image from his mind.

Vincent studied it. He gave James a lolipop. "So, what is this a memory of?" He looked over the detail of the picture...