Piper tried to rub at her wrists as the shackles were cutting into them, but it was no use as all it did was make the chaffing worse

Inside she was fuming with as much anger as she had with her own fear. She had been kidnapped and then sold like a piece of old furniture. Now as she sat in the back of the truck with many other girls, she wasn't even sure what she should be doing. She had to find Phoebe and then the two of them needed to get a hold of Prue.

The truck jerked to a stop and Piper heard voices yelling back and forth at each other. Then as suddenly as the truck stopped it started again. Though the yelling continued she could tell it was now moving off in the distance.

Piper leaned her head back against the side of the old truck and let her eyes close as her thoughts drifted to her sisters

She felt herself drifting to sleep but as soon as she had she jerked awake with a searing pain in her side. She reached her bound hands to her side and held the spot she felt the pain. As she held it, she realized what it was. It wasn't her at all, "Phoebe." She whispered to herself.

Piper concentrated on the feeling she was having. She blocked out the pain and concentrated on her sister. She felt her magic twirling inside her reaching out to Phoebe and she could feel her sisters pain, but also her fear.


She wasn't sure what was going on as she heard voices yelling and screaming back and forth around her. She tried to push herself up from the wet ground but the sound of gunfire made her quickly drop back down.

"What the hell?" Phoebe mumbled to herself. She could still feel the sharp sting to her side where she fell and as she lay back down on the damp ground, she let her hand drift to her side. She could feel the slight warm sticky feeling of her own blood, but she knew it wasn't that bad.

She tucked her knees under her and started towards a batch of brush just beside her. She knew if she could just get off the pathway she would be safer from the gunfire around her.

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He moved with stealth as he had for years. It was the only way he had survived out there all these years. Hiding from both the criminals and the police. Though he knew some of the police in that area where just as bad as the criminals or worse.

He waited as he cast his eyes around the area he had seen the man he had been after for years. "Where are you my old friend?" he asked more to himself as he made his way forward. He could see one of his men to his right and another to the left as they approached the area the man had been.

"Clear!" someone shouted over thedense jungle around them

Everyone stood up, though with caution to find the area clear as called out.

"Where'd he go?" he ordered as he looked around.

"Don't know boss." The man on the right answered as they all moved closer. "But he left behind something." He said as he crouched down to where Phoebe was hiding under the brush. "Its ok Miss we won't hurt you."

She looked out at the man as he placed his gun over his shoulder. She wasn't sure but she knew there were three of them and only one of her.

"If you gave her some space man she might come out." he said as he bent down to meet her gaze. "Come on. You can't stay in there forever. He ain't coming back." There was something in her eyes that he felt himself melting into.

Phoebe held his gaze and saw the trust in the eyes that looked back to her. It was that trust that made her make her way out from under the brush.

He helped her to her feet and brushed the dirt off of her, "You ok?" he spoke as he reached behind her and with his knife easily slit the ropes the hled her.

"Yeah, I think so." she replied rubbing her wrists from the slight burns the ropes had given her.

"Your hurt." He saw the blood on her shirt. "Let me take a look at that." He guided her over to a stump as he started to clean her small wound. Turning to his two men, "Well camp here tonight. Set the watch."

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She woke up by the fire, the blanket pulled tight into her, but even with the heat she was shivering.

He looked down at her and placed his hand to her forehead. He could feel the fire burning through her.

"What's up boss?" hie second looked down at the woman they had rescued

"Fever." He reached down and pulled the blanket back and with the light of the fire and his flashlight he found what he was looking for. "There, on her shoulder. Mosquito bite."

"We ain't got the vaccine for that with us boss. And it's a two day hike back to camp."

He placed the blanket back around her. What was she doing out here anyway? He knew though she was just another piece of merchandise to the men he was set on shutting down. Men who traded in the white slave market. He knew they had to make the trek back to their camp in the two days or she might succumb to the yellow fever that the mosquitoes of that area carried with them.


Prue started before Darryl as she followed along the rock chipped path that lead to the large house.

"Darryl what are you doing?"

"Just shut up Prue and don't try anything. I mean it." He placed his hand on her shoulder and guided her down another path.

"Morris. What have you there?"

"Nothing for you." Darryl answered back as he pushed Prue past the man before them. Yet it wasn't enough, as the man grabbed Prue's arm and stopped the two of them.

"I don't think so Morris." He pushed Prue behind him almost wanting Darryl to try something. "You are no better then the rest of us Morris. A cop on the take. Though I was surprised with you, especially with the prize you brought in." he turned slightly and gazed up and down at Prue.

Morris took the step he needed and sucker punched the man before him. He hadn't even seen it coming, but then Darryl hadn't anticipated the mans friends to jump him and hold him back as the other got up.

Not even looking at Darryl he wiped the blood from his mouth. "Nice shot Morris." He stepped closer, but stopped as fast as he stepped forward.

"Not here!" the voice echoed towards them, as the men holding Darryl let go.

Pushing past the men before him, Darryl grabbed Prue's arms, taking her towards the voice that had saved both their skins.

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Prue glared at the men before her casting her eyes to the man before her. At first the light behind him silhouetted him, but as she got closer she felt the blood rush to her head as she recognised the man before her. "Andy?"