Disclaimer: I don't own everything, only Dan (Binxs), his parents and the other people that you don't recognize. The stuff you do recognize belongs to the WB. Also I'm gonna explain something so I don't get yelled at for it later on. I know the show already in the series there was already a Chosen One, and he sealed up an evil witch in "That old black magic" season 2, However, let me explain this to you, I had already created my Charmed Character and decide to call him the Chosen One 4 episodes after the show started, a whole season before the "That old black magic" episode. Even after I saw that episode I decided not to change the name it just didn't feel right. So if anyone has a problem with it so great that you feel you may die cause it's in this let me know if not enjoy this fic. I worked hard on it and it was my first fic I just never posted it cause I wanted to fix the grammar in the thing. I'm very proud of it and hope you all like it. Thanks and please review! (and if anyone has any other questions just write them in a review and I'll do my best to answer them in the next chapter.)
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Looking at the two level
house. It looked like all the other houses, lining Marlboro Street. Nothing
looked out of the ordinary, children played in the driveways, adults chatted,
working on their cars or in their gardens. Some were doing typical yard chores.
Not one resident could possibly image what was about to happen. Standing upon a
ladder fixing a window, a man kept a watchful eye on the two year old that
played in the sandbox below. The man smiled at his son, who grinned wide eyed
up at his father and threw sand up into the air and laughed gleefully as it
rained down on him. The man chuckled and turned his attention back to the
broken window. He had just hammered in the next nail when a feeling of dread
swept over him. He looked back down at his son and saw a black Plymouth pull up
along side the sidewalk. He didn't think anything of it, after all the street
was off a main road and people often came down the small
side street hoping to get directions. The man climbed down the ladder and
approached the car.
"You folks lost?" he asked looking into the car. The occupants were two middle aged men, both wore dark sunglasses though it was overcast, they wore black business suits and the man was suddenly reminded of secrete service agents.
"Perhaps." The driver stated. That feeling came to the man again he had learned to listen too his instincts, something didn't seem right about this situation.
"Well er where are you headed?" he felt a knot forming in his stomach and his attention back for a quick moment to his son still in the sandbox but now watching his father intently. He's feeling the same thing the man thought. "Where are you headed." He asked again turning back to the car. The passenger of the car reached out of the window and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt.
"To hell, and we're taking the kid with us!" the boy began screaming at the top of his lungs. The man distracted by his sons screams, didn't even see the gun he did hear the shots as the echoed throughout the neighborhood.
A woman ran out of the house towards her husband as he lay bleeding upon the sidewalk. As she fell to his side a second shot rang out all she felt was the hot metal pass through her body and her last thoughts as she felt death over come her was don't let them hurt Danny let him be safe. Neighbors ran over to the couple and the black Plymouth sped away down the streets. A mist the screams and wails of the sirens as they approached the crowd gathered around in the yard the small toddler watched from neighbor's arms. She held him tightly against her. Blue eyes watching intently as if knowing what had just happened a youth wiser beyond the two years he had lived.
The medics that responded to the urgent 911 had not been prepared for the sight that lay before them. Neither were the cops that arrived moments later, a young couple the man dead of a single gun shot to the head his wife who lay next to him arm draped over his chest had been shot directly in the chest, both had died instantly. Lieutenant Jake Richards stepped out of his squad car and surveyed the scene. A young couple dead, the only suspects the occupants of a black Plymouth that no one was able to get the license plate off of. He had seen some despicable crimes in his career, but this one was one of the worse he had ever seen. The ambulance loaded the two bodies onto stretchers and began to load them into the ambulance. As they covered up the woman's face a cry brought Jake's attention to an older women with graying hairs, in her arms was a brown haired blue-eyed little boy.
"Mama!" the boy was crying tears streaming down his face as he stretched his hands struggling to get lose from the hug that the women had him in.
"Whose the kid?" Richards asked the officer that had been interviewing the witnesses. He checked his notepad
"Daniel Burmen, victims son, two years old. Kid hasn't said two words."
"MAMA!!!" The boy screamed "Mama, mama, mama," he repeated screaming louder and louder as neighbors rushed to the women all trying their bests to comfort him.
"You sure about the two words Hank?" the officer checked the pad again
"Mama aint two words Jake, its one." Jake snorted angrily "kids got a good voice huh?" Richards's glare intensified as the officer walked off.
"Wise ass." Jake said under his breath. "Has anyone notified the family?" he yelled. The blank stares from the group of spectators that had gathered told Richards all he needed to know.
"Mama!!!" Dan continued his screams as the medics covered up Mrs. Burmen face with the cloth and loaded the stretcher along side her husband in the ambulance. The street became cluttered with reporters and new cameras. Richards groaned loudly he had wanted to avoid the press the kid was already traumatized enough he didn't want anymore. If the kid remembered any of this he'd probably have nightmares for the rest of his life. "Mama, mama, mama, mama." Richards felt bad for the kid, growing up without one parent was a tough thing that no kid should ever experience. This kid was going to go through life without either parent. Richards looked around again he had seen people murdered for drugs, money you name it but what had this couple done. He looked around the neighborhood, quiet little neighborhood, friendly close nit neighbors, small family, from what he had learned from the neighbors the couple had moved to the city 3 years earlier. Who had killed the couple and why?
"Lieutenant" Jake looked up from his chain of thought a group of reporters had finally caught him. "Lieutenant Richards can you tell us what happened here?"
"Was there a murder?"
"How many were killed." Richards hated interviews, but if they were going to catch the animals that did this and find the Burmen's family he'd have to it was the only way.
"Around 12:00 a young couple was-"
Hours north, in San Francisco, Penny Halliwell was walking past the television, which had been left on by Phoebe.
"Phoebe, how many times do I need to tell you turn off the-" she paused and stared as a police inspector came on the screen.
"-Brutally murdered outside of their house."
"Do you have any suspects?"
"Not at the moment." Richards said. The camera shifted too the reporter. In the background Penny could see the house and the crowd of people. She sat down on the couch to watch.
"Now at the moment all the LA police are telling us is that a young couple Max and Pam Burmen were shot to death outside of their home here on Marlboro street this afternoon. Police are asking for the publics help in locating the families of either Mr. Or Mrs. Burmen. We'll update this story as information becomes available." Penny felt her stomach drop and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"What about Dan?" she said softly.
"I can't believe you Phoebe!" the front door slammed open and Penny's three granddaughters entered the manor.
"Hi Grams, what's on the news?" Piper said trying to cease the fighting between her sisters. Penny glanced at the TV and quickly shut it off. She wiped her eyes and smiled at her granddaughters
"Nothing new, just the same old same old." Lying to her granddaughters felt terrible, but how could she tell them that their older sister was dead. "I may need to go to LA for a few days, will you girls be all right?"
"Yeah we'll be fine if Phoebe can keep her paws off my clothes!" Prue said loudly as she followed Phoebe upstairs still yelling at her youngest sister.
"We'll be fine Grams" Piper said "but why do you need to got to LA?"
"Just to visit a friend I haven't see in a long time who has invited me down."
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