Pain, Tears & Lies

I would like to thank those who reviewed the last chapter of this long running story. I would also like to apologise for my absence for I have been incredibly busy. However, I'm back and with the last continuing chapter. For after the next one will be no more new chapters.

Chapter 49 means only one thing- it's the penultimate chapter! I can't believe that I started this story in 2005. Now, here I am, with the penultimate chapter. It saddens me to think that after this chapter, the story will climax.

Well, it's finally time to reveal what happens next. The big death I told you about so many months ago will finally transpire. Ready your tissues. Make sure your sitting. Here is the penultimate chapter!

Enjoy, and as always, please review.

Chapter 49

Forever lost

"It's a code red!" came the yelling voices all in rushed panicked unison. People turned and dashed out the way in hushed gasps. Others only stood transfixed at what was happening. In between them came more nurses more doctors. It was like they had come out of nowhere, suddenly from the black abyss, there to help. It was an overwhelming site to behold. All of these people were there for her. Whilst she couldn't see much with her vision, a blurry white light, she knew that he was there. She could feel him there.

"Please move out the way!" yelled a male voice just above her. It wasn't the one she was thinking of. He always sounded much softer. He always made her melt at his soft words. His piercing brown eyes captivated her in many ways and she only wished she could look into those eyes. Those same eyes she knew were only inches away. Try as she might she couldn't see them. But she knew he was there. That's when she realised she was smiling.

"Is she going to be ok?" asked a voice in anguish. Her heart sank from hearing his voice. She understood why he would be feeling this but it still panged her heart to hear that hurt and loss of hope in his voice. He always had life in his voice. It's that voice which told her everything was alright. That was full of life. Now that life was gone from him. She could hear it despite her hearing echoed and distant. She could hear it. A tear unbeknown rolled down her cheek. Through the chaotic tangle of people, voices and screams of agony. Through the terrible rush of people running and exchanging papers. She felt his hand gently wipe her tear off her. It was done so gracefully and effortless it were as if time had stood still and it was just them two in the room.

"Co-" before being able to finish what she tried to gasp she erupted in frantic coughs. Her vision only brightened as the people around her, the objects and structures around her, morphed together into silhouetted grotesque shapes. Her stomach roiled. Her body convulsed. A searing pain shot through her stomach and she let out a scream which brought on more pain.

"Phoebe!" he yelled, but even his voice was muffled. She barely made out that it was from him. From her husband, father of her child. When darkness begun to encase around her she continued to grip onto life, sure she was dying. As she gripped onto that last bit of life Cole flashed through her minds eye. How they met, kissing him, marrying him. Penny flashed through her mind. Giving birth. Holding her baby girl. Then her sisters, Prue and Piper, flashed through her mind. It all came in a blur. But she now knew that she would die happy. She was smiling as the blackness consumed her…

-o-o-0-o-o-

"Answer me!" she bellowed into the small and humid room. It stunk of sweat and alcohol. She fanned her way through the thick grey cigarette smoke as she looked around the interested and amused faces before her. Her eyebrows lowered, her breathing came in harsh grunts. Her teeth gritted with grim determination and fury. Her knuckles had turned white from the intensity that she was gripping the metallic cold object. Each face, that of a man. Men who were chubby, men who had rugged beads. Men who wore white vests soaked from sweat, alcohol or their own drool.

Moving around each individual, she could smell the scent of urine on one of them and had it not been for the violent anger inside her it would have made her gag or possibly puke. A smell she too could sense in the dark dingy room. The once white carpet was littered with cans and bottles of alcohol. A serine was even laid out. Cigarette butts also littered the ground. The carpet was stained and clogged with so much ash and dirt it was as if starring into a black void. The void she found herself consumed in.

"What's the matter pretty lady?" snarled a voice behind her. She spun as the tall blonde and muscular male stood within inches of her presence. He smelt of bad body oder. He wore a grey vest and blue ripped jeans. His vest was dried with what she could only fathom to be food and alcohol. Her nose crinkled from not only the smell but the look in his hazel eyes. They moved down her body. He admired her curves. She stood, like a statue, as he undressed her with those vile eyes. "Looking for some kinky fun?"

"Where is she" asked Prue in a calm collected manner, knowing however what the reply will be. It was almost as if she was mocking him. He stepped closer and rubbed her right arm which held the gun. Starting from her shoulder he moved it down slowly, tracing invisible lines. With his other hand he went for the top button of her black blouse. With a simple flick of his finger the button popped open revealing the top of her cleavage. She looked down at the scene and back at the male with tantalizing eyes.

"You came here for a girl. Maybe I can satisfy you instead?" asked a female voice to her right. As she turned to face a skinny woman with long dark brown hair wearing nothing but a skimpy pink dress she looked and noted the other females on the arm of all the men. She took note of the circular room. It had only one door and no windows. Nothing bright. The blackened stained walls were covered with graffiti. Dried blood. Urine and smears of feces. The hanging light was only dim, its life fading from it. One long brown sofa was near the back of the room and two chairs by the side of it. Each was full of 9 men and 12 women. Others stood behind the furniture. In the centre of them all stood a peach burgundy coffee table littered with freshly opened beer and others crumpled. There was cigarette butts and fresh ones in ashtrays. It was like the floor. There was nowhere clean.

"Would you like that?" asked the guy in front of her bringing her back to the task at hand. Her attention snapped back to him and the world as he went for the next button. His other hand came closer to her lowered gun. She knew what he was doing. She knew though and that was her advantage. She would be ready for him to make the grab and then, with her powerless and defenceless, he'd have his way with her. Beat her if he wanted to. She knew of this place and what went on. She almost went against going here but when word of mouth got around that she had been here she had to. She was getting closer.

"Would I like that?" she asked with a hushed tone. Seductively, she used her free hand to trace down this guys chest and down to his groin. He smirked showing his yellowed teeth. She held her breath and gathered her senses from the sight and putrid breath. She replaced the shock with a resolute complexion. An expression which portrayed no emotion. Her eyes however portrayed flirtation. They portrayed eagerness. His hand got closer to the gun as the female placed her hand on her upper back. The guy, turning to his fellow friends smirked at them, they laughed back.

"No questions about it" he quipped. "Take the top off" he demanded suddenly turning. As he did he went for the grab. Prepared, her face contorted into fury and her teeth gritted once again. Her grip tightened around his groin and with one forceful twist he screamed with an high pitched voice and collapsed onto his knees bringing her with him. With a forceful swing, the gun connected to his temple and knocked him out. The female was too slow because in that one swift movement, Prue spun around and grabbed her arm and twisted it until hearing a pop. The woman screamed and crumpled to the floor in pain.

"Now!" yelled Prue pointing the gun at each and every individual, all now more alert and concerned. "Where is Paige!" she screamed. When no one answered, she grabbed hold of a short blond haired lady wearing a bikini. She screamed when the gun was pointed to her head. Everyone stared back at her watchful at what Prue would do next.

"You don't have the guts" said one of the men. Prue, taking the challenge, aimed the gun at the young woman's knee and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew and shattered the woman's knee. She bellowed with the pain but Prue held her by the throat. Prue then aimed the gun at the woman's other knee. No one made an attempt to speak. All however were on the edge of their seats.

"Where is Paige!" she demanded. No one answered and as the woman begun crying, Prue fired the gun once again and struck her other knee. Her ear piercing scream made everyone but Prue flinch. As the girl, bellowing from the tears, screamed for someone to answer, Prue moved the gun to the woman's head. Cocking the gun, someone in the dark shadows at the corner made himself known with frantic hand gestures.

"Stop! Leave my sister alone!" he begged. Prue dropped the young woman who buckled to the ground in weeping agonising sobs. No one dared to move. Everyone were still in shock. None expected the gun to be loaded. That Prue was just another whore playing games. A kinky sadistic game. She wasn't! The guy, a young looking male and one who looked the cleanest stopped inches from Prue as she pointed the gun at the woman.

"Where is Paige?" asked Prue.

"22 Nescot Drive. It's about a 20 minute drive from here" he answered rushed and shaky. Prue turned her back to him, satisfied with the answer and went for the door. Hearing movement behind her she quickly spun around to find the male lunging with a knife. Sidestepping the male, she kicked her leg up and smashed it into his jaw. Blood splattered everywhere shattering his jaw with the cracking of bones. Barely able to scream, he fell to the ground, the knife sticking into a wall upon the impact.

"Dare to follow, you'll all die. If he lied, you'll all die" she threatened with such a foreboding voice everyone grimly nodded their understanding. They knew Prue wasn't joking and so nodded. Prue turned once again and opened the black door with a creak. She strolled through the hallway full of crates of alcohol. Opening two swinging doors she was now midst a bar overfull of drunken customers. She hated this pub. Walking past everyone no one batted an eyelid at her. She assumed they were use to people with spatters of blood and a gun in their hands. Walking out into the cold dark air, she approached the car. She drove away from the 'Titillating Alcoholic' pub and hopefully for the last time.

-o-o-0-o-o-

She and Cole stood up with dread and distraught. Piper looked into the nurses sorrow eyes. Piper's knees were unable to hold her up and buckled but as if with a premonition, Cole grabbed her, and held her as she found herself sitting on the blue chair. The nurse, holding a clipboard to her breast, combed a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. Piper, eyes brimming with tears, shook her head in disbelief. "I'm so sorry…" started the nurse with a croaky voice from the emotion at seeing Piper's break down.

"No!" gasped Piper being overcome with her tears. Still, despite hearing the news and what her had predicted shook her head with denial. Cole stood motionless, tears in his own eyes.

"We did everything we could. But…" she stopped, choked up herself. "He was dead before the paramedics even arrived" she finished. She walked off as Piper fell onto the floor with anguished crying. Cole followed her and clung onto her offering her that bit of comfort. Other waiting relatives and friends watched with solemn expression. Piper screamed out Leo's name just as a male nurse arrived and approached them both. He too, like the female nurse before him, wore a grim expression. Both Cole and Piper looked up and helping one another, picked each other up.

"Not Phoebe too!" cried Cole. Piper couldn't speak, only cry. Her mind was numb. Her body felt numb. She was in a complete vortex that sucked every bit of emotion, happiness, joy and replaced it with pain, sorrow, anger, anguish. The weight on her heart was unbearable she couldn't breath properly and grasped back breaths. She reminded herself to breath. Her ability to think and listen kicked in as she knew that Phoebe was also in critical condition. She couldn't lose her baby sister as well.

"She's stable" said the nurse and Cole frowned.

"Stable? What does that mean? Is she ok?!" he forcefully asked, his voice breaking.

"She hasn't got long left. The bullet pierced a major artery. We've sustained the blood flow but… I'm sorry, we done all we could"

"You could have done more!!" snapped Cole. Piper was too numb to say, do or think anything. The nurse, standing still with hands clasped behind him only showed the distraught in his eyes. Cole, calming down, stepped closer, Piper held onto his upper arm to support herself. "Can we see her?"

"Yes, she's in room 4 down the hallway" confirmed the nurse and then walking away. Cole and Piper followed until the nurse turned right. To the left was another hallway with the door at the end reading "4". Cole and Piper with solemn dread and anguish approached the door. It was like approaching death itself. They knew what awaited them beyond the door. Cole stopped and turned to Piper.

"If you want to see Leo…"

"No!" interrupted Piper, surprised by the words that came out fearing she would never be able to speak again. She summed up every last bit of strength she had left. Tears continued to fall but with her voice maintained, it still shook from her distraught over the loss of her husband. "No, I have to be with Phoebe. Prue should be here" she said with a harsh distress. Cole nodded his understanding and opinion before both, holding hands, approached the door. Piper, shaking, turned the handle and pushed open the door. What lay before them had them both break down into tears.

-o-o-0-o-o-

"I'll be there shortly" she said with a smirk. "Ok, bye" and with that hung up her cell phone. Breathing in the fresh, be it cold air, she dragged her black suitcase behind her and went for her small convertible jaguar. Raising her keys, she pressed the button and the lights on the car flashed and an unlocking mechanism told her she could enter. Moments before she could, cupping her black hair behind her ear, tyre screeching bellowed behind her. As she turned to see a speeding car coming right for her she gasped and dived out the way. With a hard thud on the grass, the car slammed into the side of the convertible and spun it. The other car, screeching to turn, reared up once more.

Paige, in frantic panic, got up and sprinted for her door as she fumbled with the keys. When finding it, she heard a door slam. Placing the key in the lock and turning it, she tumbled into her house just as a gun was fired but piercing the woodwork on the door. Before Paige was able to slam the door shut, Prue burst through with her gun, closing the door herself.

"You're quite a tough girl to find, you know that?" quipped Prue loading the gun with new rounds. Paige backtracked, hands raised in front of her.

"Prue, please. I didn't intend to kill Phoebe!"

"Did you intend to kill Leo?" barked Prue. Paige backed into a side table by the stairs which contained a vase. It tumbled to the floor and shattered. Paige backed into her open floor living room. "Or did you intend to kill Kurt too?" Paige stopped, stunned. "Yes. I know you killed him and covered it up with those SAS members."

"How?" asked Paige.

"A singing bird told me" Paige only frowned.

"Those men didn't kill Kurt". Prue, at the mention of Kurt's name, spun around.

"What?". Her Grams turned around and slowly glided over to Prue. Resting a hand on her granddaughter's cheek, Prue gasped. Her mind raced with what she was being shown. After that split instance, her eyes popped open. Her eyes brimming with tears, wrath quickly following. Her Grams, giving her a single nod, watched Prue sprint out the attic.

"I'm sorry you found out. But, that was an accident"

"Don't lie!" screamed Prue forcefully gesturing with the gun making Paige flinch and back into the sofa. Falling onto it she fumbled to stand and went into her adjacent kitchen. The darkness had consumed the small kitchen. Prue switched the light on, the gun never lowering. Paige turned to find a knife on the kitchen counter and went for it slowly. When Paige didn't say anything, Prue cocked the gun.

"Ok!" screamed Paige, "It wasn't an accident… But I couldn't let him reveal the secret that I was married to Paul and him." Prue missed a step. "You didn't know. How shocking" taunted Paige.

"How?" asked Prue through gritted teeth.

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"No!!" she yells pressing herself up against him as he locks his arms behind his back. They could hear screaming coming from the group, crying. Kurt suddenly stopped when he felt it.

"What's that?" he asks her. Kurt's eyes widened with the sudden realization of what it was. Spinning around, Paige whipped out the gun she was concealing in between her breasts held in by her bra. Kurt starred widened as he raised his hands up. "No, Paige. Please don't do this."

"I have to finish what Paul started. I have to kill Leo. I get that now. You awoken that in me." She said sadistically. Kurt shook his head.

"No you don't. Please, don't do this!" he begged.

"Just like your mother. You can't even use that gun and -," they heard Victor's voice. As Kurt turned to his raised words, there was gun shot. At the immediate same time, he gasped in a breath. Stumbling down, he looked down at his chest. A bullet wound to his chest made him gush with blood . Staining his top, he looked up at Paige, tears brimming his eyes.

"Prue…" he gasped before collapsing to the ground. Paige, smirking and taking the time to relish in what she done hid the gun back in her cleavage. Gathering herself, she begun to make herself cry and ran out the kitchen to join everyone else outside.

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"…

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"You bitch!" growled Prue. Paige, smirking, grabbed the knife and hurled it at Prue. Ducking from it, the knife stuck into the wall with a thunk. Paige, attempting to run past Prue, was caught by her ankles. Forcefully slamming into the floor, Prue grabbed a fistful of Paige's hair and slammed her face into the floor several times. Blood gushed from her now broken nose as Prue, with a blood cry, hurled Paige to her feet and slammed her into the kitchen counter. Blood oozed from Paige's nose and seeped onto her white blouse. Prue punched her hard across the chin but Paige was just able to hold herself up.

"Kill me!" spat Paige. "But it won't matter! Leo, Phoebe and Kurt will still be dead!" after the shattered words, there was silence. Prue only stared at her, tempted her. Thoughts of her sister, dead, Kurt, dead, Leo, dead, flooded into her mind. Her face distorted with anguish at the remembrance of such thoughts. In that one moment of letting her guard down, Paige lunged forward. Before Prue could even blink, Paige's hands were in a vice grip around Prue's throat. Coughing from the compression, Prue tried to gasp breaths but nothing worked.

Prue's very life was being sucked from her. Her surroundings begun to blur as she felt her life being choked away from her.

Suddenly, flashbacks of her sisters came through her mind. How, when Piper was ill, Prue stayed by her sisters side, holding her hand and stroking her face. "It'll be alright" whispered Prue to a shaking Piper. Another memory came to her of when Phoebe, learning to ride a bike, fell from it and grazed her knee. As she whimpered, kids in the distance laughing, Prue arrived and helped her sister up.

"Aren't you ashamed?" asked Phoebe, "Why aren't you laughing?" she asked confused. Prue, smiling, simply told her,

"I'm your sister" and with that lifted her up and walked off with her youngest sister. Prue's eyes, finding herself back in the kitchen, snapped open. Such thoughts made her stronger. Lifting up her knee she forcefully connected it into Paige's stomach. Grunting with pain, Paige fumbled backwards giving Prue the advantage. Using her right elbow, she smashed it across Paige's chin. Spinning around, with a closed fist, she slammed it across her jaw once again. Paige, falling into the refrigerator, tried to regain herself. Prue went to raise the gun until realising she was weapon-less. She must have dropped it without realizing. Looking around in frantic hurry, she found it just a few feet away. Going for it, she felt her hair being yanked.

"Oh no you don't!" shouted Paige through gritted teeth. Prue, struggling, was amazed at Paige's strength despite what she had done to her. She thought, telling herself, that years with the SAS must have given her such. Grunting from the pain in her head, Prue gripped tightly around Paige's wrists, both women yelling. Prue, digging her nails into Paige, made her bleed. Paige, unable to bare the pain, threw Prue against the wall. Without pause, Prue went straight for the gun. Lowering herself, Paige threw her foot up and uppercutted Prue's chin. With a scream escaping her, Prue slammed onto the cold hard tiled floor beneath her. Paige then went for the gun.

"No!" shouted Prue using her hands to spin her around. As she spun, towards Paige, her legs smacked into Paige's, taking her legs from under her. Paige, yelling, slammed back first onto the floor. Prue, ignoring the throbbing pain on her face, scurried over to the gun. Paige, doing the same, both held onto the gun for dear life. Exhausted, both didn't back down for knowledge that if they did it would prove their demise.

"You can't win! I've been trained by the best!" retorted Paige in the life struggle.

"You can't win!" shouted back Prue, "For I have something you don't and will never have!"

"What's that?" screamed Paige in mock retort.

"Family!" shouted Prue. Before her, standing behind Paige, were her mother and grandmother. Transparent, she could see them clearly, smiling at her. Both wore a white dress and a graceful smile. Paige, frowning, found her face being smacked into the hard surface. Before she could even attempt to collect herself, she felt a sharp pain in her ribs. Blood gushing everywhere, Paige backtracked away from Prue who held the gun in her hands. Shaking with violent intent, she starred at Paige intensely. Paige, knowing what's to come, decided to give up then. Tears formed in her eyes stunning Prue.

"I'm sorry" she whispered. Prue frowned but didn't seize in lowering the gun and cocked it. "Kill me. I've lost everything. I was young. I was taken by Paul because of my background. I was trained and then made to befriend Leo. Befriend you all. However, despite it all, I started to like each and everyone of you. You all made me see the error of my ways. I thought my past was done. I thought I could be a better person…" she choked back on her tears. Prue remained transfixed on the weeping woman before her. Not sharing the sympathy.

"Nice act. Won't save you" said Prue.

"I know" wept Paige. "I don't want to be spared. I lost the love of my life. I lost Kurt who, deep down, I never stopped loving. I killed him! I killed so many people. I'm sorry about Leo" she said looking up into Prue's severe gaze. It was the look which would make any man woman or child recoil in fear, rethink their own life. Paige now knew that her life was about to end. She actually wanted it to come. She almost thought she deserved it. "I'm sorry about Phoebe. She wasn't meant to get hurt"

"Shut up!" shouted Prue, tears forming in her eyes over the thought that her baby sister was dying, or worse yet, dead. Shaking her head, the gun shaking too, she forcefully thrusted it at Paige. "Shut up!" she yelled with forceful anguish. "I trusted you! We all trusted you!" shouted Prue allowing her tears to overcome her. Paige herself only cried the harder. "We let you into our lives because we trusted you. We saw you as a friend. But in just mere seconds you tore everything from us. You killed Leo! You killed my sister! You killed the love of my life!" bellowed Prue. Any rage she had suppressed was now coming out. Unleashing every bit of emotion into what she was saying. Her world crumbled around her as everything over the last 3 years slammed into her like daggers to her heart.

"I'm sorry" cried Paige.

"Shut it!" bawled Prue. "Shut the hell up! You don't deserve to speak!" she yelled thrusting the gun once again. Paige bit her lip to apologise again. "You have taken everything from me. You have destroyed not only myself but Cole and Piper!.." with the mention of her younger sister's name, Prue faltered. Stopping to remind herself of her sister, she backtracked.

"And she needs you" said Paige.

"Shut up!" screamed Prue, her tears coming down even faster and with more intensity.

"Phoebe may be dying, or dead. Yet you're here, complaining to me. Piper needs you" said Paige. She meant it sincerely. "Kill me now and end it all. I'm the last of the SAS. You killed the other three. Now kill me. No longer will we be in your life." Prue couldn't think, she couldn't act. She still had the gun raised. Police sirens came into ear shot in the distance. Someone had called them. "Gotta hurry" said Paige shifting position. She wanted her life to end. She knew she deserved it. She wanted Prue to kill her. "Police are coming" she moaned.

"Silence!!!" screamed Prue. Tears and spit flew in the dry air. Paige flinched, holding her stomach in pain. "You killed Kurt. You killed Leo. You killed my sister!" she screamed. Paige only closed her eyes and turned her head away in response in admittance to the accusations. "You deserve to die!"

"Kill me!" yelled Paige. With a blood rage scream of lethal anguish, Prue fired the gun in rapid consecutive shots. Never once did she close her eyes. They remained opened as she fired the gun. Still screaming, the gun only clicked in response to her firing. Her voice, trailing off, did she realise that it had been done. Paige, sprawled on the floor in a bloodied mess, looked up at Prue in her lifeless dead eyes. Breathing hard, grunting every now and again, Prue wanted to simply fall to her knees and cry. But she knew she couldn't. Her sisters needed her. Gathering all her strength she ran for the back door as the police sirens neared. Paige remained, dead, on the kitchen floor now stained with blood…

-o-o-0-o-o-

"I love you, so much. You know that right?" she asked, choking through her own tears. Phoebe, in agonisingly paralyzed pain, nodded her head. Tubes were attacked to her heart and various places in her body. She was pale and blue. Her sunken face starred up at her older sister, tears brimming in her withdrawn eyes. Her skinny complexion only brought on more tears for Piper. Cole, on her other side, held onto his wife's hand.

"Where's Prue?" asked Phoebe in a husky tone. Piper, unable to gather an answer, simply shook her head, the tears falling down her cheeks. Phoebe, understanding of the answer shut her eyes, to gather herself. She then turned to Cole and stared as lovingly into his eyes as humanly possible. "Don't make her forget me"

"Prue would never forget you" assured Cole choking back his tears.

"Not Prue… Penny". The anguish in her voice made Cole cry the more. The pain in her eyes, she knew she would never be with her daughter again. Piper cried harder. She was in so much anguish it was all happening too fast for her. Her heart, fearing it will explode, weighed heavily. The strain and pain was unbearable for Piper. Sucking in her tears, she clutched onto her sisters hand harder. She didn't want Phoebe to be alone.

"I'll never make her forget you!" cried Cole trying to be strong. His efforts were in vain. He felt complete agony at watching his wife die in front of him. Phoebe forced a smile despite what pain it caused her.

"Thank you" she croaked. With great effort, she turned her head to face her mourning sister. Piper, upon looking into her sisters eyes, begun to cry harder. Her tears she never thought could possibly worsen. But here she was, crying more and more. Each phase worse than the one prior. Piper forced herself to stay strong and so held in most of her distraught. She smiled at Phoebe who managed to smile back.

"Hey doody" said Piper forcing a laugh. Phoebe closed her eyes as she smiled.

"Hey doody" she said in a weak reply. Piper choked back a set of tears. "You must stay strong" said Phoebe. Piper suddenly lost it and couldn't contain her emotions.

"I can't! Oh god, Phoebe. Please don't die. Please remain strong for me! Please. You can get through this! Oh god. Please Phoebe!" she bellowed. Her knees suddenly buckled but before she hit the ground she felt hands holding her up. Crying intensely, she turned to Cole but was stunned to find, in his place, Prue. "Prue!" she gasped. Prue, tears in her eyes, nodded and turned to Phoebe, cupping her hand across her sisters cold cheek.

"Hey kiddo" she soothed. Phoebe smiled.

"You came. You didn't leave me" said Phoebe beginning to cry.

"I came. Of course I came." Smiled Prue holding strong once again for herself, Cole and Piper. Everyone stared down helplessly at the one person who has influenced their life.

"I love you so much!" cried Phoebe. She allowed her tears to overwhelm her despite the pain is caused her. She couldn't hold it in. When she started, Cole, Piper and Prue worsened.

"We love you too" smiled Prue through her anguish. She refused to hold back. It shattered her heart too much.

"Look after one another" said Phoebe, coughing. "You must be strong. For me. For each other" she coughed. Gasping from the pain in her chest, she felt her life escape her. Knowing she didn't have much time she clutched onto all their hands tightly. Prue held onto the same hand as Piper.

"Close your eyes Phoebe. It'll be alright!" agonized Cole. She looked at Cole for what she knew to be the last time and smiled. Turning back to Piper and Prue, her breath fast and hoarse, she smiled once again.

"I love you" she told them and Prue and Piper cried harder. They lowered themselves and kissed their sister on the cheek slowly. Cole then lowered himself and kissed her cold chapped lips. Prue lowered herself down, shaking, and spoke to her youngest sister in her ear.

"I avenged your death. Paige is gone." Piper suddenly burst into uncontrollable tears. As Prue rose up, she saw Phoebe with a frozen smile. Her eyes open. The heart monitor let out a flat lined beep. Cole found himself collapse onto his knees and crying infusible. Piper screamed from the agony of what had happened. Prue held onto Phoebe's cheek, crying, and bravely kissed her cheek one last time. "Sweet dreams little one. Say hello to mum and Grams for me". With that, she rested her head onto her sister and cried deeper. Piper grabbed Prue and both sisters, clutching one another, allowed their tears to take over every being, every fibre of themselves.

Their entire world had shattered from underneath them…

To be continued… In the LAST EVER CHAPTER!

There we have it! The penultimate chapter is complete which means only one thing- the final chapter is only around the corner! Until then, what did you think of this chapter? The big death has finally been revealed- Leo & Phoebe! I even got emotional writing Phoebe's death. I hope you did too.

What did you make of Prue' struggling search for Paige and then the confrontation which saw Paige's own demise in such a violent manner? You also found out that it was Paige all along who killed Kurt! Were you shocked to learn of this? Did you expect it? Did you already think it?

Next chapter will be the LAST EVER CHAPTER! So, how will this long running story end? All secrets have been revealed. The SAS are now completely ended. What will happen next? There's only one way to find out. Please review for your penultimate time. Until the next time…