Notes: Prue is dead. Piper and Leo do not have children. Cole is 'dead'. There are hints of General Hospital Crossover (especially with Greg Vaughn as Dan).This is not set at any specific time period in the series because you'll find that some history has been erased or altered. I assume that most of you will be capable of figuring stuff out and putting clues together, but if your not feel free to ask questions in the review ;)
Couples Featured: Piper/Cole (and later Leo triangle) Paige/Kyle, Phoebe/Dan (something new)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, powers, or base plot from Charmed or General Hospital, just this story.
She didn't know how they got in or why they were there, but it was evident that they were.
Dressed in black from head to toe, skii mask and all, the intruders could not have looked more intimidating, let alone like they came off a television screen.
"Nobody move!" the obvious leader of the pack ordered. All of them showed off their guns pointing them around at the different innocent customers. Some people put their hands in the air, while shrieks were heard in different corners of the room. Someone turned the music off, and brought a new silence amongst the club.
Piper Halliwell stood behind the bar at P3 when it was turned into a hostage situation. Sitting across from her were her two younger sisters, neither of them looking too extremely worried. They were witches. They had powers. These were mortals. They had guns.
"Piper freeze them," she muttered softly.
"Did you say something?!" one of the ten men in masks barked.
"No," Paige said her back to him as she widened her eyes at Piper. Her oldest sister took this as a good time to use her power as well, raising her hands like she always naturally did, but found that nothing happened. She tried it again, the same result. No one would freeze.
The man gave a deep, twisted, chuckle as he looked to Piper. "Parlor tricks won't work on us, witch," he whispered to her. He raised his arm the slightest bit so his black sleeve fell down, revealing a brand of eight shivrons. Phoebe and Piper's eyes widened as Paige lost herself in confusion.
Slowly the man shuffled off, leaving the three sisters to figure out their next move. "Who the hell is that? What is that?"
"It's a demon, who's immune to our powers. We dealt with him before you came into the picture," Phoebe explained.
"I bet he's not immune to blowing up," Piper hissed raising her eyebrows.
"I bet we don't want to expose ourselves," Phoebe whispered back.
"I thought you three were aware that this is not a party! This is no time for talking!" the man dressed in black screamed at them, pointing his gun at the three of them.
"Sorry," Paige whispered.
"Too late for apologies now," the man snickered. "I might just have to shoot one of you . . . or one of them,"
With that the man quickly spun and fired a shot at one of the many people in the room, the bullet striking him in the head, a pink mist escaping his body, until he collapsed lifeless. People throughout the room gave terrified screams of terror, as Piper quickly came around the bar to take a stand by her sisters. "Next time you hurt an innocent you're going to be sorry," she told the man.
"What are you going to do? Expose yourself and blow me up?" he challenged.
Piper swallowed hard as the sisters moved closer together. "From the stories I heard the charmed ones were much more dangerous . . . and courageous," the man said softly as he clicked his tongue.
"What do you want?" Phoebe asked staring him dead in the eye.
"To expose your powers to the world . . . and then kill you. Take the honor and glory for myself,"
"And kill some innocents why you do it? That's real heroic-"
"Shut up!" the man spat at her loudly. "You try anything . . . freezing . . . orbing . . . I will kill every innocent in this room and I will kill you. It's ten against three girls, and I have all the time in the world," he snickered. Phoebe, Paige, and Piper watched in disgust and worry as the man slowly lingered off.
It was thirty-two minutes past nine o'clock when Darryl Morris heard the voices in the office. He was busy with piles of paperwork, and working a long shift much to his wife's dissapointment. It was to his own curiousity why he had caught the words of his fellow officers, but at the moment he was glad he had.
"P3?" Darryl repeated looking up from his work.
The two men turned and looked to Darryl. "Yeah, we just got a call in reporting gunfire. Could be a hostage situation,"
Darryl's heart immediately dropped into his gut, and he quickly walked over to the closet. "You going cheif?" the other young officer asked.
"Get a team together," Darryl said pulling the bullet proof vest out of the closet. He slipped it on and headed over to his desk, pulling the gun out of the drawer.
"Is it serious?" asked the rookie nervously.
"If it has anything to do with the Halliwells . . ." Darryl started as he placed the 9mm in his holster. "You can bet it is,"
There were now seven dead innocents lying on the floor, and about three dozen more scared and on their knees. Piper was thankful that the evening hadn't been busy that wedsenday. The three witches sat on the floor, backs against the bar, helpless in the situation at hand.
"What if Piper freezes the innocents and then we take care of business without exposure?" Paige asked quietly, keeping an eye on the many men.
"We don't know if her explosion power will work against them," Phoebe said.
"And even if it did what happens when the innocents unfreeze, the cops show up, and we don't have a whitelighter to erase their memories," Piper told them.
"What don't the three of you understand?!" the man in his black mask asked as he strode toward them quickly. "I said no talking! No plotting! I might as well just kill everyone in here! Do you want that?!"
The three sisters stared him down fearlessly, neither of them refusing to speak. The man prepared to speak again, when outside the club there was a loud voice heard. "This is the San Francisco PD! We ask that you please come out with your hands on your head and let the hostages go!"
"The police have shown up earlier then expected," the man croacked angrily. He looked around the room. "Who's responsible for that?!"
Everyone in the room stayed quiet, shaking fearfully at his rage. Piper, Paige, and Phoebe all exchanged glances, all knowing what the other was thinking. Phoebe kept her eyes on the man, who was only a few feet away from them, a readied look on her face.
"Anybody want to speak up on who called the cops?!" he barked out again. The other men in black weaved their way among the hostages, guns in hand and prepared to fire. The crazed leader aimed his own gun around the room, not decisive of where he would shoot. "I guess I'll just have to start firing until someone talks . . . but who's it going to be?"
Some people whimmpered as he moved his gun around the room, until finally he stopped at one of Piper's female bartenders. Tears streamed down her face as she kept her hands on her head. "Now, now, now, death isn't so bad. Nothing to cry about," he told her as he raised his gun and aimed. His finger was steady on the trigger and ready to pull down in an instant.
Phoebe quickly got into squatting position and spinning on the ground, a leg sticking out, she kicked the man in the ankle. He fell backward landing on his back, his gun firing and it's bullet hitting the ceiling. Phoebe quickly got to her feet, and gave the man a kick to the face, causing him to let out a painful groan.
One of the men quickly fired a bullet toward Phoebe, who in a flash dove out of the way. Another rushed toward her as she lay there, but Paige quickly stepped in for her sister, punching him in the face. Kicking the offender in the chest, she sent him backward and flat to his back.
Piper quickly rose to her own feet, making her way over to her two sisters. Paige was now helping Phoebe off the floor as bullets started to fly through the room, all aimed at the two of them. She saw Paige suddenly stop in pain, and grab her arm, a bullet obviously puncturing through it.
"Piper!" Phoebe yelled above the gunfire. She pulled Paige with her toward the back room, obviously hoping to take cover. Piper dodged her way through bullets following behind, putting herself in danger as well. With the distraction hopefully people would be able to escape.
Caleb Kelmen blinked open his eyes, to find himself flat on his stomach. The club had now turned into complete chaous, with bullets flying through the room, people sprinting for the exits and the charmed ones fleeing away from them. He saw his gun lying next to his right hand and quickly grabbed it. Rising to his feet he spotted the sister of most power, and closest to his range. With two pulls on his trigger he brought her down to the floor.
Darryl stood behind the police car, gun drawn and aimed toward the club. More cop cars, ambulances, and fire trucks were on hand, surrounding the building. They were prepared for the worst after it had been confirmed that it was a hostage situation.
It was ten minutes past ten o'clock when the shots started to ring out. Screams were heard and suddenly, the front door of the club was pushed open and rushing out were ten hostages. "Set up a wall!" Darryl instructed.
Twelve of the police force, armed with guns and bullet proof vests started towards the doors, pushing the hostages behind them toward safety. Darryl stepped forward and the men formed in two lines, making an arrow shape behind Darryl.
Stepping into the club, coming into view were seven dead bodies on the floor. Some people were still running out, the officers behind Darryl helping them toward the exit. The cheif of the SFPD continued forward searching for the girls he considered sisters. Suddenly he spotted a man dressed in black, his gun aimed at the owner of P3. Two shots exited his gun and entered into her, and immediately Darryl's heart dumped into his stomach.
"Freeze!" was all he was able to force out at the man.
"Piper!" Phoebe screamed in terror as she quickly stopped and ran back toward her sister. Paige had stopped, frozen in position with wide eyes as if trying to concept what had happened.
Caleb slowly put his hands into the air, with a twisted grin on his face. Darryl and the officers slowly surrounded him. The other offenders had left, the club now nearly empty, with the exception of the police force, corpses, and the Halliwell sisters.
Caleb closed his eyes, letting the power he had inherited run through him, and suddenly he blinked out of existence. The police force stood stunned, staring at the now former spot the man used to stand in. "What the hell?" some of them muttered, others standing dumbfounded.
"Darryl!" Phoebe screamed loudly at him as she knelt by her sister's body. "Darryl help!"
The police cheif quickly ran over, and got to a knee staring with nervous eyes at the pool of blood starting to form around Piper Halliwell. He turned around to the officers he held command over. "Someone get the paramedics!" he yelled. Most of them stood frozen, still in shock at what had happened with the dissapearing man. "Now!"
Finally three of the officers jerked into action, and Darryl tended back to Piper. "Where's she hit?" he asked Phoebe. He looked up at her to find her eyes red, and glossed with tears. She was more scared then he had ever seen her. Her hand shook as she grabbed Piper's into her owns.
"She can't be," Phoebe said shaking her head. Darryl looked to her confused, but realized the young woman was in belief that her sister was already dead. He quickly brought his hand to her neck, feeling for a pulse. Praying for a pulse. He felt it. A soft beat. Then there was a long wait, until finally another beat of a pulse.
"She's not dead," Darryl told Phoebe. He didn't know how she wasn't. He stared at her head, to find it being one of the entry spots of the bullet. It was rare for anyone to have a pulse after a shot to the head. The second was lower, and less severe, piercing through her leg.
Paige slowly shuffled over, clutching her arm with a hand already covered in her own sticky, red blood. Her body was in shock, and staring at her oldest sister bleeding on the ground only made it worse. She just stood behind Darryl, looking at Piper in disbelief.
Within a minute the paramedics entered with a gurney and team, ready to spring into action. "Over here!" Darryl called over to them, making sure they would not try to revive a corpse before Piper. They quickly ran over in their navy jackets, with neon yellow trim. "She's got a bullet wound to the head and leg,"
From there the paramedics took over, speaking in their own medical language that they could only try to understand. Darryl slowly stood up as Piper was moved onto the gurney. Taking a step backward he bumped into Paige, causing his own heart to jump. He turned and for a slight moment was relieved to see her. He quickly took sight of her wound and the shaking and shock of her body. "Paige?" he said. "You alright?"
"I-I-" Paige stopped her attempt at speaking as she glanced back over to her eldest sister, who was now being toted away. Phoebe looked to her with wide eyes, and as if reading her mind Paige spoke, "Go with her, I'm fine,"
Phoebe didn't second guess and quickly ran after the gurney and after her older sister. Darryl quickly moved to Paige, placing a steadying arm around her to hold her up as she leaned into him. She had lost a lot of blood. She was in a lot of shock. Everyone was in a lot of shock. The night had ended in chaous.
It had ended in tragedy.