Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but the story is mine. (woo-hoo) I am praying no one sues me!! If their are any spells and unless I tell you different, I will have obtained them from thecharmedworld.com, so they aren't mine either!
AN: Paigefan, sorry for the confusion, I meant to explain that in the last chapter. The "keepers" have very powerful protection spells and stuff keeping the witches from using their powers. That's the reason the concentration camp has been "successful" so to speak. I apologize for leaving that out. Thank you everyone, I appreciate your comments. Keep reviewing!
"Prue, how are we going to get out of here?," Piper asked, after making sure the youngest two were asleep. "I don't know, but I'll figure it out," Prue replied quietly. "The first thing we need to do is found out how they are keeping all of us from using our powers. I mean, if it's a spell or something, maybe we can reverse it," Piper said, thinking out their situation as she spoke. Prue nodded, then held a finger to her lips. A guard was walking in their direction. Unfortunately, he'd seen Piper talking, and had quickened his pace. "Get up," he ordered, when he reached them. Prue stood before him. "You too," he hissed at Piper and she complied. "What were you talking about, witches?," he demanded. Prue gave a warning glance at Piper, and kept her mouth closed. "Answer me," he shouted, slapping her fiercely. "Leave her alone," Piper told him. He chuckled and bent to undo the chains on her feet. "You're coming with me," he sneered, and grabbed her arms tightly. Prue tried to stop him, but he kicked her legs from underneath her. Piper struggled, but could not loosen his grasp. He haulted in from of Jamal, who lifted his eyebrows in question. "This one can't keep her mouth closed," the demon informed him. "Very well, get back to your duties. I'll take care of our little problem," he ordered, and jerked Piper out of his hands. The demon rushed off as Jamal brought her close enough to whisper, "You'll quickly learn." Piper glared. "I'll learn nothing from you," she spat. A smile creeped across his face and he motioned over two other demons. "Do what you will to her," he said offhandedly. The demons looked at each other and grinned.
Paige jerked awake. She'd been having a nightmare and was drenched in sweat. Looking around, she noticed Piper's absence and the look of worry on Prue's face. "What happened?," she asked, going cold. "They took her," Prue answered, rage shaking her voice. "How long has she been gone? What are they going to do with her?," Paige asked rapidly, terrified. Prue ignored her, not wanting to think of the possibilities. A hundred things came into her mind at once, and she pushed each away, not wanting to face what could happen. "Prue, I'm scared. These people, they've been here awhile. They all look horrible, and so frightened. What's been done to them?," Paige asked softly. "Shhh, stop talking. That' why Piper was taken. We'll be ok, don't worry. I'll take care of you," Prue replied, convincing herself as much as her sister. She'd looked into the sad eyes of the children here, she read the horrors in the women's expressions. She was sick over the terror she had seen, had felt so thick in the atmosphere.
When Piper was finally led back to her sisters and chained again, she was silent. Prue could tell by her blank expression that what had happened had been too much. Instead of asking, she wrapped her arms around her sister. Piper seemed oblivious at first, staring out without blinking, barely breathing. Gradually, she became aware of her surroundings and began weeping softly into her older sister's shoulder. Prue allowed a tear to slip down her cheek, as she rocked her, giving all the comfort and strength she could. Piper eventually stilled and slept. Prue could not force her eyes to close. She heard many crying, like Piper had been, and she watched as people tossed in their sleep, cold sweat pouring down them. She knew they were dreaming of the place they were being held. She knew that when they awoke, they would pray for sleep, refusing to face that it had all been real.
Even as Prue watched the others, Marie watched her. She'd noticed one of them being taken away, and remembered what had happened to a friend of hers. Laura had been raped, repeatedly, by several of the overseers. She felt compassion tug at her heart for the woman, but compassion was fading every day she spent in the concentration camp. Emotion was a sign of weakness here, and to show weakness was to sign a death certificate. Her first hope, that the Charmed Ones would save her and the others, had also faded a little. It seemed they were as helpless as she was, but still, watching the woman rocking her sister, she saw a determination that surpassed any she had seen thus far. If anyone could save them, she knew it would be her. Laying down, she forced herself to close her eyes. She thought of her husband, and her Jeremy, and of the child she would soon have. Soon, she slept uneasily, ears trained for any sound of trouble.
AN: Paigefan, sorry for the confusion, I meant to explain that in the last chapter. The "keepers" have very powerful protection spells and stuff keeping the witches from using their powers. That's the reason the concentration camp has been "successful" so to speak. I apologize for leaving that out. Thank you everyone, I appreciate your comments. Keep reviewing!
"Prue, how are we going to get out of here?," Piper asked, after making sure the youngest two were asleep. "I don't know, but I'll figure it out," Prue replied quietly. "The first thing we need to do is found out how they are keeping all of us from using our powers. I mean, if it's a spell or something, maybe we can reverse it," Piper said, thinking out their situation as she spoke. Prue nodded, then held a finger to her lips. A guard was walking in their direction. Unfortunately, he'd seen Piper talking, and had quickened his pace. "Get up," he ordered, when he reached them. Prue stood before him. "You too," he hissed at Piper and she complied. "What were you talking about, witches?," he demanded. Prue gave a warning glance at Piper, and kept her mouth closed. "Answer me," he shouted, slapping her fiercely. "Leave her alone," Piper told him. He chuckled and bent to undo the chains on her feet. "You're coming with me," he sneered, and grabbed her arms tightly. Prue tried to stop him, but he kicked her legs from underneath her. Piper struggled, but could not loosen his grasp. He haulted in from of Jamal, who lifted his eyebrows in question. "This one can't keep her mouth closed," the demon informed him. "Very well, get back to your duties. I'll take care of our little problem," he ordered, and jerked Piper out of his hands. The demon rushed off as Jamal brought her close enough to whisper, "You'll quickly learn." Piper glared. "I'll learn nothing from you," she spat. A smile creeped across his face and he motioned over two other demons. "Do what you will to her," he said offhandedly. The demons looked at each other and grinned.
Paige jerked awake. She'd been having a nightmare and was drenched in sweat. Looking around, she noticed Piper's absence and the look of worry on Prue's face. "What happened?," she asked, going cold. "They took her," Prue answered, rage shaking her voice. "How long has she been gone? What are they going to do with her?," Paige asked rapidly, terrified. Prue ignored her, not wanting to think of the possibilities. A hundred things came into her mind at once, and she pushed each away, not wanting to face what could happen. "Prue, I'm scared. These people, they've been here awhile. They all look horrible, and so frightened. What's been done to them?," Paige asked softly. "Shhh, stop talking. That' why Piper was taken. We'll be ok, don't worry. I'll take care of you," Prue replied, convincing herself as much as her sister. She'd looked into the sad eyes of the children here, she read the horrors in the women's expressions. She was sick over the terror she had seen, had felt so thick in the atmosphere.
When Piper was finally led back to her sisters and chained again, she was silent. Prue could tell by her blank expression that what had happened had been too much. Instead of asking, she wrapped her arms around her sister. Piper seemed oblivious at first, staring out without blinking, barely breathing. Gradually, she became aware of her surroundings and began weeping softly into her older sister's shoulder. Prue allowed a tear to slip down her cheek, as she rocked her, giving all the comfort and strength she could. Piper eventually stilled and slept. Prue could not force her eyes to close. She heard many crying, like Piper had been, and she watched as people tossed in their sleep, cold sweat pouring down them. She knew they were dreaming of the place they were being held. She knew that when they awoke, they would pray for sleep, refusing to face that it had all been real.
Even as Prue watched the others, Marie watched her. She'd noticed one of them being taken away, and remembered what had happened to a friend of hers. Laura had been raped, repeatedly, by several of the overseers. She felt compassion tug at her heart for the woman, but compassion was fading every day she spent in the concentration camp. Emotion was a sign of weakness here, and to show weakness was to sign a death certificate. Her first hope, that the Charmed Ones would save her and the others, had also faded a little. It seemed they were as helpless as she was, but still, watching the woman rocking her sister, she saw a determination that surpassed any she had seen thus far. If anyone could save them, she knew it would be her. Laying down, she forced herself to close her eyes. She thought of her husband, and her Jeremy, and of the child she would soon have. Soon, she slept uneasily, ears trained for any sound of trouble.