Vicar received the email on his computer at the stroke of midnight, he hadn't slept for a few days and he had been becoming very aggressive with his peers mainly because of the voice in his head, but he had now locked himself into his dorm with only the voice to keep him company.

The email said that there were others like him, and that this Griffin person knew what it is like.

Vicar didn't even have second thoughts about leaving his life behind to find a place where people could help him.

He called up a taxi and packed his bags and by 1:00 in the morning he had disappeared, many think probably dead.

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Vicar sat on the stone steps of the small castle, he was waiting for someone else to approach the steps because he saw the distinct forms in the misty haze of the air he saw more people looking at the castle.

[i]"Probably tourists!"[/i]

Vicar thought to himself.

[color=ed145b]"Or Victims..."[/color]

The voice rumbled in his mind, the voice was male and sounded monstrous and vicious, Vicar put his hand on the temple of his forehead, and restrained himself from running at the people.

The voice had been almost getting the better of Vicar learning when to try and trigger his anger.

But Vicar was also learning to be patient so he sat on the flagstone steps and hummed to himself trying to calm himself, the voice cackled at him.

[color=ed145b]"You try to resist, but why not embrace my presence Vicar I could help you do things, and make you better than everyone else..."[/color]

Although tempting Vicar shook his head vigorously and he stood up carrying his suitcase and his travel bag up the steps and to the door, Vicar raised his clenched fist to the door and pounded on the door angrily, his eyes bloodshot and ringed with bags from sleep deprivation, he leaned against the door waiting for the sound of approaching footsteps, then he would step away from the door for now he composed himself.