Chapter 3

An annoying ringing sound was heard followed by a thud, as Phoebe's alarm went flying across the room, hitting the wall, but unfortunately for her; it carried on ringing. "Oh, come on it can't be morning already, I just gotten to sleep." She moaned, she tried to relax her muscles and let sleep consume her, but with constant ringing that was coming from the fallen alarm clock, it was impossible, even for her.

Dragging herself out of bed and started to get dress, having a feeling that today was going to be a very long day.

She gave a sudden yelp as she felt again the burning sensation on her right shoulder pulling down her collar she saw the three claw like mark, but the gashes were deeper than before, she touched the wound and found that blood was still steeping out as she looked at her fingers and saw the blood.

"What the…?" Looking at herself in the mirror she saw no other marks. Making her way to the bathroom and try to fix it up. She decided to keep it to herself for now.

Hearing the voices of her sisters coming from the kitchen on her way down, she took a deep breath and braced herself preparing for the merciless onslaught of sisterly teasing about last night's events.
Entering the kitchen, her sisters took one look at her, noticing the bags under her eyes. "Rough night sis?"

"Something like that."

"You okay? You don't look to hot. You coming down with something?"

"No, I be fine just one of those sleepless night."

"I knew it, it's those horror movies. Why do you keep on insisting to watch them, I never know. I mean have you forgotten bloody Mary coming to life? "

"No, I haven't forgotten that. Anyway, you be glad to know that I won't be watching any more horror for quite a while." Both Piper and Paige looked quite shock at the statement. "Wow, last night really got to you, didn't it?"

"Yeah…" Phoebe replied as she subconsciously rub her right shoulder. "You could say that." The last part even though said in a whisper both Piper and Paige heard it making them worry for their sister.


The figure stood alone looking at itself in the big mirror that was in it's room. It undid the bandages that was wrap around it. 'It'. The figure thought to itself a shell of what it used to be. Sure, it had a heart beating freely, it can see that for itself; through half of it's ribcage that wasn't covered in flesh and skin. But can it call itself human?

Looking down at it's hands and arms was the same result, only half was there flesh and skin. Bones exposing for fingers, it counted four all in all.

That wasn't the worst of it, it had been avoiding to remove the bandages that had covered the face, afraid on what it will revel, bowing it's head down as it's long black hair dropped down covering the face, closing it's eyes. It stand like that for a few seconds until it felt brave enough to look directly at itself, in the mirror. Sacred of the reflection that it will see staring back at it. Drawing it's breath and holding it for a few seconds before slowly releasing it, it lifted it's head up and saw it's worst fear confirmed.

Balling it's half bony hands into fist, it screamed as it punched the mirror to shatter the image.

"Are you sure it was wise to use that body? They will find out soon. Are we prepare for it?" One of the leaders asked the superior as they heard the scream and breaking of glass. "More importantly… You think…?" The leader broke off his fear of the current plan to resurrect a new source wavered in his voice. All activity was halted when the screams, the cries and the smashing echoed through the tunnels. "It will, if it wants to become complete again." The superior replied simply, as he carried on with his duties.

Panting hard as it looked at the damage it had done, the mirror was shattered it's image was askew, it looked down on the floor, where the broken pieces fell. Picking one of the stray pieces up, it decided, it was better off dead then becoming 'this'.

It pointed the sharp edge towards itself and began to plunge the broken mirror into it's beating heart…

…Only to have it bounce off like it hit jelly, out of it's hand and back on the ground.

It stared at the piece of mirror that had, to it's own accord, flew by itself.

"The boss put a spell, so that you can't kill yourself." It turned to the demon that had entered the room and spoke to it. It looked at the tiny demon, lifting it's only eyebrow meaning to repeat what he said. " The boss put a spell, so you couldn't kill yourself. Here. Put these on; they might make you feel better… I know you feel weird about this, but you will get used to it, we have all died… once." The demon smiled at the newbie as he left.

The figure picked up the clothes it looked like something out of the matrix, running the fingers on the material, realising it can feel only so much as it once again looked at it's half flesh covered hands and balled them once again, into fists. It had spotted the shawl, it lifted the cloth up and began to wrap it's head with it, only leaving a gap for it to see.

Deciding it had no other options it got dress, at least when clothed it wouldn't feel as bad, it could be passed once again as 'human'.