Surrounded by Darkness

The psychologist looked down at my business card, reading it aloud. "Before you checked yourself in here you were a Exorcist, Demonologist and master of the dark arts."  He held a file in one hand as he used the other to move his glasses doen his nose and look at me. 

I let out a loud sigh, "It says master does it? I really should change that to petty dabbler, I hate a put airs." 

The Psychologist shook his head putting the file on his desk, "There are no  demons." 

I stood abruptly slamming my hands on the desk "So you keep telling me!", My voice louder than I had intended. The room went quiet, doc didn't say a word. "Now make me believe." I said doing some jazz hands.

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I really should introduce myself, shouldn't I. My name is Nyssa Scott, and like the doc said I'm an Exorcist, Demonologist and dabbler in the dark arts. This basically means I'm dealing with the creepy crawly's that you are lucky enough not to encounter, even though they are in our everyday lives you all are oblivious. That's where I come in, banishing unwanted demons and spirts when they decide to cause trouble for you folks up here on earth. Now you probably think I'm crazy, you probably think the doc should lock me up in one of those padded rooms. But here's a surprise for you, I voluntarily came to the asylum. Let's just say a few things from my past keep haunting me, particularly that of a small girl I managed to damn to hell.

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In a dimly lit room, a group of patients sat in a circle on chairs listening to each other talk about there issues or how they felt. Nyssa however wasn't paying any attention as per usual. She was slumped down in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest. Right now a man was speaking about his OCD rituals. Nyssa looked to the side looking at all the details of the interior, bland and plain nothing to suggest it was decorated with care. Her eyes moved to the floor where she saw a small black roach crawl out from under her chair, watching it scuttle away to join a group of them walking down the corridor. Nyssa raised an eyebrow, thinking it was no coincidence, standing she followed the small band of roaches down the corridor. Turning the corner Nyssa came across more roaches, crawling along the walls and floor, all in the same direction, Nyssa walked past a paitent sitting on the ground, the woman hadn't even noticed the infestation of roaches. Nyssa trails after them and follows them up the stairs and into the art studio. She tells the woman painting on the wall she needs to stop. The roaches are all around the woman, and her eyes are almost entirely white,

"This is not my problem.."  Nyssa mutters to herself, "Demon what is your name." She calls to the woman. Silence. With a sigh Nyssa starts the exorcism,

"If spirits threaten me in this place, Fight Water by Water and Fire by Fire, Banish their souls into nothingness,and remove their powers until the last trace. Let these evil beings flee, Through time and space."

The demon inside her screams, Nyssa tackles her to the ground holding her while she convulses. The room around them is destroyed. Still holding the woman Nyssa keeps repeating the incantation, the windows blow out and then everything is eerily quiet, Nyssa stands dusting herself off with annoyance. The woman, now back to normal starts panicking and asking what happend. Nyssa chuckles helping her off the floor

"A demon just took your body for a spin love, just to send me a message."  Nyssa turns and looks at the wall, it reads 'OLIVER DIE'. She turns back and starts walking to the exit of the art studio which now has a crowd, doc inculded. She shrugs looking back at the woman and then at the doc "She did it." She states coolly, walking out.