Splattered with blood and a simmering impatience, Piper Halliwell faced the culprit stood at her feet. Her hands holding a potency in which he was well aware of as she breathed a sigh. "You're about a minute close to raising my blood pressure, little man," she answered. Phoebe soon stepping beside her as she studied his presence, a grin of sorts plastered on her lips.
"You could cooperate with us, seeing as you're outnumbered, outgunned, and unfashionably dressed," Phoebe quipped. Her eyes fell along his odd choice in clothing, as she then furthered her response. "Or you could continue being pummeled and for the fun of it I'll bludgeon you senseless; it's but a matter of choice."
"Oh, he'll cooperate." Prudence Halliwell, her hair tousled with an unappreciative tear in her blouse and a forming bruise on her cheek then stepped forward. Her trodden expression unreadable; seemingly timid as she observed him in his struggle. In a motion, her heel dug into his thigh. His gurgled moans eliciting through the dim lit manor as he coughed.
"I won't ask you again," she stated. Her tone menacing she pressed her weight upon his leg, the fresh wound curdling under her. He writhed in response, to which she dug harder as the question purred off her tongue.
"Who are you?"
He thrashed underfoot, his face a contorted mess of agony and grief as blood dribbled down his chin. "It's not a matter of who I am, Prudence," he choked. Though as his weakened breaths haggard, in a wince his eyes would challenge her cold stare. Before she could question further his meaning, or how he would know her name, his coarse whisper sent a chill through her very essence as he managed a smile.
"It's a matter of being at all," he explained, and ever the cryptic mutter it would be his last as in a final breath he slipped into unconsciousness.
Of course it would be Phoebe who would then interrupt upon the silence. "Well then, that was confusing."
