CHARMED
"A Cabin In The Woods"
by J. B. Tilton
email: aramath@isot.com
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
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(Authors note: This story takes place between season 3 episodes "Death Takes A Halliwell" and "Pre-Witched".)
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Piper wakes up in a strange house with no memory of who, or what, she is.
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ONE
Piper opened her eyes and looked around. She was lying in a bed in a strange house. It looked rustic, as if it had been built by hand. None of those prefabricated modules you just hooked together. Whoever had built this house had taken their time and put a great deal of care into it.
She started to get out of bed and then she noticed she wasn't dressed. Someone had removed all of her clothes. She looked around but didn't see them anywhere. Instead, some work clothes hung on the back of a chair next to the bed.
She quickly dressed realizing she couldn't run around here naked. Wherever here was. The clothes and boots were a little big on her. There were obviously men's clothes. Cautiously, she looked around the room.
Apparently it was the residence of a man. There were no clothes or items that would have belonged to a woman. Through the window, she could see some woods a short distance from the house. It would seem she was in a cabin in the woods.
She moved through the house searching. No one seemed to be around. She found that odd. As she passed a mirror, she glanced at her reflection. There was a bandage on her head. Somewhere in the distance she could hear a "thumping" sound. It sounded familiar but she couldn't quite place it. Not knowing what else to do, she moved toward the sound.
She passed through a kitchen. It wasn't fancy but it was very spacious. The type of kitchen one might expect in a lone cabin set in the countryside. The "thumping" sound was coming from the backyard. Cautiously, she peered out the back door.
A short distance from the house, Piper saw a man chopping wood. The "thumps" were his bringing the axe down to split the logs. He suddenly stopped and wiped his face with a large handkerchief.
As he gathered up the pieces of wood he glanced toward the house. Piper quickly pulled back from the window. She had no idea where she was or who this man was. For all she knew he was an axe murderer who would rape and kill her.
Suddenly she heard the man step up on the porch. The handle on the door began to turn. Panic gripped Piper. She turned and began to run from the kitchen. As she reached the doorway to the living room, she heard the back door open. Almost involuntarily she turned to look at the man.
He stood an even six feet tall. He was deeply tanned and his muscles showed that he worked out regularly. Probably from things like chopping wood. His hair was a sandy color and hung just over his ears. And he had the most piercing green eyes Piper had ever seen. Piper judged that he was near forty years of age.
"Ah, good, you're awake," said the man, dropping his armful of wood into a box behind the door. "I'd better have a look at that head wound. We wouldn't want it to become infected."
Piper looked around as the man started moving toward her. She reached out and grabbed a knife from a holder on the counter. She brandished the knife at the stranger threateningly.
"Don't come any closer," she said. "I don't know who you are or what you want, but I won't let you hurt me."
The man just smiled. He reached down and opened a drawer next to him. He then reached in and pulled out a pistol. Piper stood facing the man as he held the pistol in his hand.
"A Cabin In The Woods"
by J. B. Tilton
email: aramath@isot.com
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
* * *
(Authors note: This story takes place between season 3 episodes "Death Takes A Halliwell" and "Pre-Witched".)
* * *
Piper wakes up in a strange house with no memory of who, or what, she is.
* * *
ONE
Piper opened her eyes and looked around. She was lying in a bed in a strange house. It looked rustic, as if it had been built by hand. None of those prefabricated modules you just hooked together. Whoever had built this house had taken their time and put a great deal of care into it.
She started to get out of bed and then she noticed she wasn't dressed. Someone had removed all of her clothes. She looked around but didn't see them anywhere. Instead, some work clothes hung on the back of a chair next to the bed.
She quickly dressed realizing she couldn't run around here naked. Wherever here was. The clothes and boots were a little big on her. There were obviously men's clothes. Cautiously, she looked around the room.
Apparently it was the residence of a man. There were no clothes or items that would have belonged to a woman. Through the window, she could see some woods a short distance from the house. It would seem she was in a cabin in the woods.
She moved through the house searching. No one seemed to be around. She found that odd. As she passed a mirror, she glanced at her reflection. There was a bandage on her head. Somewhere in the distance she could hear a "thumping" sound. It sounded familiar but she couldn't quite place it. Not knowing what else to do, she moved toward the sound.
She passed through a kitchen. It wasn't fancy but it was very spacious. The type of kitchen one might expect in a lone cabin set in the countryside. The "thumping" sound was coming from the backyard. Cautiously, she peered out the back door.
A short distance from the house, Piper saw a man chopping wood. The "thumps" were his bringing the axe down to split the logs. He suddenly stopped and wiped his face with a large handkerchief.
As he gathered up the pieces of wood he glanced toward the house. Piper quickly pulled back from the window. She had no idea where she was or who this man was. For all she knew he was an axe murderer who would rape and kill her.
Suddenly she heard the man step up on the porch. The handle on the door began to turn. Panic gripped Piper. She turned and began to run from the kitchen. As she reached the doorway to the living room, she heard the back door open. Almost involuntarily she turned to look at the man.
He stood an even six feet tall. He was deeply tanned and his muscles showed that he worked out regularly. Probably from things like chopping wood. His hair was a sandy color and hung just over his ears. And he had the most piercing green eyes Piper had ever seen. Piper judged that he was near forty years of age.
"Ah, good, you're awake," said the man, dropping his armful of wood into a box behind the door. "I'd better have a look at that head wound. We wouldn't want it to become infected."
Piper looked around as the man started moving toward her. She reached out and grabbed a knife from a holder on the counter. She brandished the knife at the stranger threateningly.
"Don't come any closer," she said. "I don't know who you are or what you want, but I won't let you hurt me."
The man just smiled. He reached down and opened a drawer next to him. He then reached in and pulled out a pistol. Piper stood facing the man as he held the pistol in his hand.