Disclaimer: the Charmed characters are the property of Constance Burge and Aaron Spelling. I just borrow them for your enjoyment.
Ragtime
They moved quickly through the train station. It was a routine run, like any other run they had made a million times. But something seemed different this time. Something seemed wrong.
They moved closer to the track but something drew their attention away. As fast as they ducked behind the wall to the tracks the gunfire rained over the station.
It was late and not many people were waiting for trains at that hour. So they knew who their targets were easily.
But the shots rang back as everything was shattered in a sea of flying bullets. And then silence.
He came out from the shadows seeing what had been done. The blood everywhere was a sign of the success he wanted he needed to report back to his boss.
The sounds of the sirens were heard in the distance, as people descended on the bloody massacre before them.
They quickly ran down the alley afraid of who might see them.
"We have to get out of here."
"We can't. He will kill us."
"He already tried to kill us."
They looked at each other not really sure where to turn.
"We can't go to the cops."
"Look we need to get back to the hotel and get our stuff. But we have to just go. We can't let anyone see us. He has people everywhere."
They entered the delivery entrance to the hotel and quickly made their way through up to their room.
Grabbing their suitcases they quickly tossed everything in them and headed straight back out the door. Making sure they looked around each corner. They didn't get very far.
"We didn't do anything wrong." He protested as they made their way back to the room
"Not how the boss sees it."
"We didn't. We made the run like we were suppose to."
"Then why are you here?"
"We were ambushed at the train station. We had to get out of there."
"And here by the looks of it. The boss doesn't like people who betray him. Or run out with his money."
"No we weren't, we were going to leave it at the desk." He said as he sat in the chair.
They didn't even flinch as they glared at them both in the eyes.
"Lost trust is something we can not afford." He said as he pulled the trigger once, hitting them execution style in the forehead.
He turned to the man beside him, "Do what we pay you to do." He said as he twisted off the silencer and left the room. Leaving the 'cleaner' to take care of the mess
He scanned the scene before him seeing who each victim was. But he was paid to make things go away. So he did.
70 yrs later;
She flipped through the magazine and then tossed it down on the coffee table in the living room. Her sisters were supposed to be home almost an hour ago and they were still missing. She stood up and went to the window for the umpteenth time. Still nothing.
She turned at the sound of the back door opening.
"I'm telling you Piper that guy doesn't know his ass from a oil can."
"Phoebe I've been going to this guy for years." Piper protested as she dropped the bag on the counter.
"And that is why your Jeep keeps breaking down. The guy doesn't know what the hell he is doing."
Prue walked into the kitchen, "Hello. Where the hell have you two been?"
"Pipers mechanic, so he can rip her off again." Phoebe answered as she left the kitchen for the living room.
Prue looked at Phoebe as she walked by her and then to Piper.
"I don't know. It broke. What can I say."
"Well maybe Phoebe is right. Maybe you should take it somewhere else."
"Like where?" Piper asked as she put the groceries away and then started for the coffeepot.
"I don't know you could take it to mine. He's good with my car."
"You take your to the dealer Prue. Last time I check my Jeep is not a Mazda."
"They look at other cars to. And besides I'm sure Jeff won't have a problem with it." Prue placed her cup in the sink, "Do you want me to call him?"
Piper looked over at Prue, "Would you?"
"If I didn't want to I wouldn't offer." Prue picked up the phone and dialed the number to her mechanic.
Phoebe had left her sisters to deal with the Jeep issue. She had some issues of her own to deal with, mostly her big sister.
How long now had she been back from NYC? Weeks, months? Even after this time she still treated her like the irresponsible young adult that had run off to greener pastures when things got to tough for her.
She lay on her bed looking up at the ceiling, "She will never trust me, who am I kidding?" she said to herself.
"Who won't trust who?"
Phoebe looked towards her doorway to see Piper standing there.
"Hi you."
"Yeah you know we just spent all day together. A 'hi you' isn't gonna fly. What are you talking to yourself about now?"
Phoebe turned away, "Prue. She is the same to me now as when I left."
"Phoebe she just needs time to adjust to you being back."
"Piper she's my sister. What is there to adjust too?"
Piper moved up on to Phoebes bed beside her, "Well let me see. She thought you hit on her fiancé for starters."
"I never."
"Ssshhh. I know you didn't. And I think deep down she does too. Just give her sometime." Piper explained as her and Phoebe just cuddled against each other. A position that Prue found them in a few hours later fast a sleep.
Pulling up Phoebes quilt from the end of the bed she couldn't help how much love she felt towards each one. Smiling to herself she shut off the light and turned to her own room. She would tell them her news tomorrow.
The black ford with it white walls and spoked tires moved quietly down the street. Almost hidden in the darkness as the man stood outside holding on to the door as he stood on the running boards around the car.
He held his Tommy gun down to his side ready for what he knew would come soon enough. He knew he was vulnerable in the open as he was. But he knew they had the advantage of the sneak attack.
He saw his target moving in the shadows as he lifted his gun up and held down the trigger. The spray of bullets hitting their mark as the drove off unnoticed by any passers by.
He looked down at the blood he had caused. He felt no remorse. He felt nothing at all. It was what he did. He was the hitman. The assassin. He felt nothing when he pulled the trigger. Just as he did now as he looked down at the two people before him as he turned and walked out of the room.
She sat up from her nightmare not even sure if it was real. She knew everything in it was from something out of a movie about gangsters but to her this seemed more real. It was as if she had been there. But she had no idea where here was or even why.
She got out of bed and moved downstairs to get a glass of milk. The images still played in her mind. But she didn't know what they meant. Maybe it was just from the movie she had seen the other night with her sisters. They had watch Untouchables with Kevin Costner. Maybe that was all it was. A fantasy of the violence of the 30's. Or maybe her being a witch there was more to it then that.
She closed her eyes trying to bring more to her mind of what she had seen. But she got nothing. She brushed it off as just a dream from the movie. Nothing more.
She finished the glass and made her way back up stairs to her room. It was just a dream she told herself. But somewhere deep inside she had a feeling that it was more then that.