Chapter 2: NormalChapter 2: Normal.Beronika was a lot happier when she got what she wanted. In this instance, Dr. Briskman's company. Though she was now being carried to his office as opposed to walking. The orderlies were such untrusting fellows. Especially when the patient they're transporting is taunting them."Put me down." She growled, kicking her legs. "I can do much more damage up here than on the floor.""Nope.""I'm going to kill you."The unprofessional orderly carrying her suddenly stopped and dropped her straight onto the dirty, tiled floor, smirking victoriously before the two grabbed each of her wrists, dragging her along behind them."You'll be receiving a receipt for my dry cleaning." She muttered childishly, allowing herself to be escorted down the decaying halls of the asylum."...Ah, she's already here?" A small voice echoed the hall, Beronika couldn't turn around enough to see the speaker's face, but she knew exactly who it was. "Punctual as always, Ms. Khalski."Timofei Briskman.
Chapter 1: StubbornUnnamed book/whatever.Chapter 1: Stubborn."Has she arrived?""Yes.""And who did she get a hold of today?""No-one, fortunately.""Ah, good. Bring her to my office.""Yes, doctor."These walls. These damn decaying walls. It’s as though they want their patients to get worse. And here was Beronika Khalski, leader of the Freakshow, sitting in the psychiatrist's office like another one of those braindead idiots.“...Ms. Khalski, are you paying attention?” Asked the doctor sat opposite the brunette woman with an accent which was rather hard for Beronika to figure out. Her tone was unnervingly gentle. It was obvious she had been taught to speak that way before she got this job. This was Dr. Dobrowski, the awkward therapist who always managed to draw the short straw when it came to the whole ‘who’s taking care of Beronika this time’ situation.Veroniqua Dobrowski. This woman seemed to always end up treating the brunette. She hated it, as did Beronika. Tho