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Prophecy Girl
Dreaming
It was dark. Everything was black and all that could be heard was the howling of the winds and soft footsteps. A young girl walked along the dark street, her mellifluous footsteps echoing slightly as she went. Her dark her swung in the wind that howled round the shadowed corners, she shivered and placed her arms round her small frame then continued to walk. She turned round. her eyes darting into the darkness when she heard a faint rustling in the bushes. Then quickened her pace, she turned onto street after street everyone looking the same. As she turned onto a new street she was almost at a run a ginger and white cat run under her feet causing her to bump into the trash bin, her bag flew into the air and her belongs became scattered across the side walk. She cursed and then bent down to pick them up as the cat skulked away into the darkness, she reached out for her lip-gloss - which had flew the furthest - and found her self with a shadow boring down on her. She took the lip-gloss in her hand and stood up, she came face to face with a largely built man. She jumped slightly then stayed still just staring at his face. All she could see was his upper lip where the street light caught it because the rest of his face was blotted out by a bulky hood.
"Excuse me," she mumbled and closed her bag then walked past him; she walked quite quickly but could hear his footsteps gaining on hers. She looked behind her and saw him gaining on her at a rapid pace. She quickly began to run but so did he, she turned onto Grener Crescent and continued running but she was quickly lacking breath. She listened for the footsteps but nothing was coming so she slowed down and looked behind her, he wasn't following. She bent over and placed her hand to her stomach - she had a stitch - then stood back up catching her breath. She turned because she realised where she was. she had to go back that way and take a left at Bergomot Place to get home within the hour and she just wanted off the streets as quickly as possible. She turned swiftly and bumped straight into the man, her eyes widened as she bounced back from him,
"What do you want?" she asked, as she regained her balance. "Why are you following me?" she asked another question but he remained silent, he placed his hand inside his duffel coat and pulled something that gleamed in the moonlight out. He eyes widened again and her mouth dropped open as she saw what he was holding. A knife.
"Here, just take it," she said thrusting her hand bag towards him, he stepped foreword as if to take it but knocked it from her hand and once again her things flew across the pavement, her eyes followed them yet her face stayed stuck on him.
"Why'd you do that?" she demanded her eyes now watching his face and the knife. He proceeded to walk towards her as she stumbled backwards. but then without warning he stopped dead in his tracks. He raised the knife up by his shoulder,
"Please! No," she pleaded, "Please," he launched his large build at her and brought the knife down in one sharp dart. Phoebe Halliwell awoke with a start, her hair matted with sweat she swung her legs out of bed and walked over to the window quickly. She pulled the curtains apart slightly and peered out in the light. She strained her eyes, she thought that it was still dark outside but the sun was just rising though it was light enough for her eyes to have to adjust. She looked down the street and saw the paper boy cycling along casually throwing papers into gardens. She pulled the curtains all the way open and rubbed her hand over her forehead and then wiped the sweat from her forehead on her cotton pyjamas. She walked through to the bathroom and quickly showered and changed then wandered down stairs. She quickly made herself a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat. She was used to Piper cooking her breakfast but Piper wasn't due at school for a couple of hours - she had a free period - so she usually slept longer. Phoebe crunched her way through the cereal and then grabbed her bag and headed off to school, with her dream completely out of her mind.
***
At four o'clock that day Phoebe walked into the Halliwell Manor and was closely followed by Piper, who had driven her home. She walked into the living room and placed her school bag lazily on the couch. She picked up the TV remote and began to flick around the channels when Prue walked in. She sat down beside Phoebe and grabbed the remote; she put on CNN and sat vaguely listening to the news.
"Hey!" Protested Phoebe, "I was channel surfing!"
"That's exactly why I took the remote," said Prue, "The news is far more important than your silly music channels,"
"Not true!" objected Phoebe as she folded her arms across her chest and put on a sulking face,
"The puppy dog eyes are not going to work. and I think that you should watch the news. I'd be good for you to know what's going on in the world," said Prue turning her attention back to the TV.
"Fine!" said Phoebe and turned her attention towards the TV, "You act like you're my mother!" she muttered under her breath,
"Yes Phoebe. I do act like I'm your mother but that is because she is not around anymore and neither is dad and Grams needs help so that's why I act like." she tried to continue but Phoebe butted in,
"Wait, turn that up," she said pointing to the TV, Prue did and then they listened to a female news reporter.
"The body of 18 year old, Madison Selman was found this morning at eleven o'clock by a passer by. The corners on sight reports claim that the girl had been dead for almost sixteen hours when they were called to the scene. The police are asking for anyone to come forward with any news - big or small - about this attack. Please call the following number." Prue turned the volume down and looked at Phoebe, who had turned completely white,
"What's wrong Phoebe?" asked Prue, but Phoebe just took off upstairs into her bedroom and left Prue confused. Phoebe slammed her bedroom door behind her,
"Oh My God!" she said aloud "That was my dream. I know that girl - Madison something, she's in Piper's year.and she was the girl in my dream. I knew she was going to die. but how?"
Prophecy Girl
Dreaming
It was dark. Everything was black and all that could be heard was the howling of the winds and soft footsteps. A young girl walked along the dark street, her mellifluous footsteps echoing slightly as she went. Her dark her swung in the wind that howled round the shadowed corners, she shivered and placed her arms round her small frame then continued to walk. She turned round. her eyes darting into the darkness when she heard a faint rustling in the bushes. Then quickened her pace, she turned onto street after street everyone looking the same. As she turned onto a new street she was almost at a run a ginger and white cat run under her feet causing her to bump into the trash bin, her bag flew into the air and her belongs became scattered across the side walk. She cursed and then bent down to pick them up as the cat skulked away into the darkness, she reached out for her lip-gloss - which had flew the furthest - and found her self with a shadow boring down on her. She took the lip-gloss in her hand and stood up, she came face to face with a largely built man. She jumped slightly then stayed still just staring at his face. All she could see was his upper lip where the street light caught it because the rest of his face was blotted out by a bulky hood.
"Excuse me," she mumbled and closed her bag then walked past him; she walked quite quickly but could hear his footsteps gaining on hers. She looked behind her and saw him gaining on her at a rapid pace. She quickly began to run but so did he, she turned onto Grener Crescent and continued running but she was quickly lacking breath. She listened for the footsteps but nothing was coming so she slowed down and looked behind her, he wasn't following. She bent over and placed her hand to her stomach - she had a stitch - then stood back up catching her breath. She turned because she realised where she was. she had to go back that way and take a left at Bergomot Place to get home within the hour and she just wanted off the streets as quickly as possible. She turned swiftly and bumped straight into the man, her eyes widened as she bounced back from him,
"What do you want?" she asked, as she regained her balance. "Why are you following me?" she asked another question but he remained silent, he placed his hand inside his duffel coat and pulled something that gleamed in the moonlight out. He eyes widened again and her mouth dropped open as she saw what he was holding. A knife.
"Here, just take it," she said thrusting her hand bag towards him, he stepped foreword as if to take it but knocked it from her hand and once again her things flew across the pavement, her eyes followed them yet her face stayed stuck on him.
"Why'd you do that?" she demanded her eyes now watching his face and the knife. He proceeded to walk towards her as she stumbled backwards. but then without warning he stopped dead in his tracks. He raised the knife up by his shoulder,
"Please! No," she pleaded, "Please," he launched his large build at her and brought the knife down in one sharp dart. Phoebe Halliwell awoke with a start, her hair matted with sweat she swung her legs out of bed and walked over to the window quickly. She pulled the curtains apart slightly and peered out in the light. She strained her eyes, she thought that it was still dark outside but the sun was just rising though it was light enough for her eyes to have to adjust. She looked down the street and saw the paper boy cycling along casually throwing papers into gardens. She pulled the curtains all the way open and rubbed her hand over her forehead and then wiped the sweat from her forehead on her cotton pyjamas. She walked through to the bathroom and quickly showered and changed then wandered down stairs. She quickly made herself a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat. She was used to Piper cooking her breakfast but Piper wasn't due at school for a couple of hours - she had a free period - so she usually slept longer. Phoebe crunched her way through the cereal and then grabbed her bag and headed off to school, with her dream completely out of her mind.
***
At four o'clock that day Phoebe walked into the Halliwell Manor and was closely followed by Piper, who had driven her home. She walked into the living room and placed her school bag lazily on the couch. She picked up the TV remote and began to flick around the channels when Prue walked in. She sat down beside Phoebe and grabbed the remote; she put on CNN and sat vaguely listening to the news.
"Hey!" Protested Phoebe, "I was channel surfing!"
"That's exactly why I took the remote," said Prue, "The news is far more important than your silly music channels,"
"Not true!" objected Phoebe as she folded her arms across her chest and put on a sulking face,
"The puppy dog eyes are not going to work. and I think that you should watch the news. I'd be good for you to know what's going on in the world," said Prue turning her attention back to the TV.
"Fine!" said Phoebe and turned her attention towards the TV, "You act like you're my mother!" she muttered under her breath,
"Yes Phoebe. I do act like I'm your mother but that is because she is not around anymore and neither is dad and Grams needs help so that's why I act like." she tried to continue but Phoebe butted in,
"Wait, turn that up," she said pointing to the TV, Prue did and then they listened to a female news reporter.
"The body of 18 year old, Madison Selman was found this morning at eleven o'clock by a passer by. The corners on sight reports claim that the girl had been dead for almost sixteen hours when they were called to the scene. The police are asking for anyone to come forward with any news - big or small - about this attack. Please call the following number." Prue turned the volume down and looked at Phoebe, who had turned completely white,
"What's wrong Phoebe?" asked Prue, but Phoebe just took off upstairs into her bedroom and left Prue confused. Phoebe slammed her bedroom door behind her,
"Oh My God!" she said aloud "That was my dream. I know that girl - Madison something, she's in Piper's year.and she was the girl in my dream. I knew she was going to die. but how?"