<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/181/3/9/3968dc010f0bfef5ef15f948d00095b6.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Age:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">18 yrs old</span><br/><strong>Crime:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Brutally killed her father and three others for unknown reasons.</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">New York Library, the therapy room</span><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">-- --</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Sugar sucked on her lollipop. Her head cocked to the side as she listened to each story.  Sarah, who burned down the gallery and was exchanging oh so syrupy, glances with the gorgeous Detrius.  He seemed ambivalent but his interest was definitely peeked.  The lady with the ponytail seemed a little stiff and angry but then who could blame the woman.  Group therapy wasn’t exactly a mixer.  Alice, the housewife looked like she could use a drink.  The woman had looked ready to jump out of her seat when she had littered.<br/><br/><em>What do you expect?  You’re a slob.</em><br/><br/>The comment only made her grin.  Kenzie, of the awesome hair, didn’t seem to care anymore for being here than anyone else.  The guy next her, Ness the suit, just spoke up about decapitating.  Something she was familiar with.  She took the red lollipop from her mouth and leaned over to him.<br/><br/>“Did you find that difficult?  You know, when you get to the bone?  I keep thinking-,” she was interrupted in her head and she made a face and leaned back, the twirling the shiny red confection between her fingers.<br/><br/><em>Sugar! I swear, people or not, I’m gonna take over.  People are gonna think bad things.</em><br/><br/>She looked toward the window, her lips barely moving and hardly a sound passing from them. “Stop being wishy washy.  I got this.  Geez, I can never have fun.”<br/><br/>There was a mild disruption as a man in an orange jumpsuit entered.  Sugar shuddered at the recollection of the color orange.  Never again would she wear that color.  She took a look at the man and liked his dark manner.  It was different from the lawyers and everyone seemed so nice.  Even Phaedra who was looking more irritated by the second didn’t seem as dark.  Sugar liked dark.  Dark was fun.  She licked her lips as her thoughts drifted to more of her favorite fun ideas.<br/><br/><em>YOU are so disgusting!</em>It was obvious Winter had different ideas of fun.<br/><br/>“Oh, shut up, I’ve seen your idea of a good time and sometimes I think you are worse,” whispered Sugar.  She was satisfied to hear the silence of acknowledgment.<br/><br/>She nearly missed Isaac’s intro.  He was another yummy one and she smiled, tapping her lollipop on her tongue.  He had seemed very engrossed in his sketch pad.  Artists were to say the least, creative.<br/><br/>Another joined the party and she was nearly hopping with glee inside.  Moody, dangerous men had a je ne sais quoi she enjoyed.  She looked between them trying to figure out just which one was more distinctive in their mysterious airs.  The man who seemed hurt by a deep loss or the man who, what did the guard say, killed demons?  She sighed as her mind wandered once more into area inappropriate.<br/><br/><em>That’s it!  We aren’t here so you can slut it out.  I’m taking over.  We are here for help and to be-</em><br/><br/>“-good.”  The last word might have come out louder than she expected.  Her demeanor had changed almost visibly to the eye.  The calculated look was gone and her shoulders stiffened.  Sugar had done it on purpose.  She had switched them in midsentence.  She heard the laughter in her mind echoing.  She made a face of irritation then smoothed her features.<br/><br/><em>Careful, the big bad wolf might think you are a demon.</em><br/><br/>“Excuse me,” Winter said, her voice soft and dulcet, no longer carrying the confidence of Sugar.  She scooped up the wrapper and walked to the trash and depositing it.  She pulled a tissue from her pocket and wiped the lipstick from her lips.  She knew they were still stained but at least it wasn’t in stark contrast.  She sighed and took a deep breath.  Turning around, she didn’t know if people were looking at her but she felt like she was on display, that they would see her evil and damn her for it.  She sat and tucked her legs under the chair at an angle.  Another deep breath and she spoke.  Not looking at anyone in particular and more on the center of the room.<br/><br/>“M-my name is Winter,” she said, sweeping a lock of white hair from her eyes nervously.  “I killed my father and a few others.  They were going to hurt me….I think.”<br/><br/>Winter closed her eyes a moment and turned her head away.  She didn’t want to see the looks of judgment.  Her fingers gripped the sides of her chair, knuckles white.  She bit her lip and heart thumping; she looked up, her gray eyes moist with sorrow.  She never wanted to take a life but she would, she knew that now to stay alive and that was saddest of all.<br/><br/><em>You have to be strong, for us both to live,</em>came the mental hug from Sugar who shared in the sadness.<br/><br/>