The woman was whimpering, what was happening to her husband? She closed her eyes when she saw a bright light. When the one with the black eyes walked out, she knew she was next.
"Don't worry, this won't hurt one bit.'' The demon tells her.
"Mom! Dad!" Seven year old Laura runs and hugs her parents. Both Zack and Nora gave her a cold look. Laura looked up, "Mom?"
Lise hurries to the doorway.
"Sorry! She was supposed to be in bed." She smiles apologizing for their daughter. She couldn't help but shudder when Zack gave her a cold smile.
"Kids will be kids."
"Mom, can you read me a story?" Laura was wondering if there was something wrong with her mom. She seemed different.
"Sure honey."
Laura was sleeping when she heard a scream. Spooked, she went to check on her parents. Seeing the dead body of her babysitter, she cried seeing her dad holding a knife.
"She was a bad, bad girl."
Prue was staring resentfully at the statue in the living room. She turned around hearing the door slam.
"Phoebe? What is Gram's statue doing here?" She was staring hard at the heavy marble statue.
"Yeah. The storage facility got too expensive. Without Piper or you, we can't afford to pay rent there plus the mortgage at the same time." It took eight of Phoebe's buff male friends to move it.
"Well, she is going to the basement." Prue tries using her powers. A minute later was mentally exhausted. "Wow. Even with my powers, I can't move it." The statue was way too heavy.
"Solid marble sis." Phoebe quips. "Hey Paige! How's work?" When Paige shimmers in.
"Yearly inventory. Wow! Cool statue!" Paige was admiring it. "Where did you get it?"
"You want it? It's yours." Prue, she always hated it. That statue scared her as a little kid.
"It would go perfectly on the grounds at work." Paige tried moving it using her new powers. "Ughhhh. I can't move!" She was breathing hard.
"Once I get stronger, I can move it for you." Prue looks around. "Really?" Phoebe's attack dummy was standing in the living room.
"Why do you care? You don't live here anymore." Phoebe and Paige, they redecorated the living room. The once old fashioned furniture was gone, they replaced everything with a slick, modern design. Phoebe, she was attending Stanford this fall, and both Phoebe and Paige were looking for new tenants for their rooms.
Prue looked around, the once beautiful living room looked like a IKEA showroom.
"What happened to Gram's furniture?"
"Sacred Meadows. We had a small fire in the common areas. The budget didn't allow for new furniture. It doesn't look like a museum here anymore." Paige, she loved living here, but the decor was way too old school. "The patients love it. The leather couches were old. Now the place looks homey."
"Piper is going to freak." She never wanted to redecorate, she loved the old look. Gram's death was very hard on Piper, Prue spent days comforting her.
"She's too busy looking for Sam anyways to care." Sam, he disappeared in a red light. Both Dean and Piper were trying to track him down. She even came here to look in the Book of Shadows for any clues. So far, there was nothing. "Anyways, why are you here? I thought you were supposed to work today?" Paige, she heard nothing but Prue's new client. The legendary boxer, Luther Stubbs was supposed to be at the gym as Prue's new manager. Her boss wanted to test Prue's management skills, the boxer was talking about making a comeback.
"Yeah, I just got a phone call. He's dead." Her boss called an hour ago. The dead body of Luther was found dead with a single stab wound to his belly. Her plans for work was shifted around, a new client was being sent to her instead, a up and coming tennis player named Helena Statler. Apparently, she was a training to be the next star of Wimbledon. Her boss was very excited to hear about Helena, she was huge in the European circuit.
"Luther Stubbs? The ex-boxer? Wasn't he the one that accidentally killed his opponent?" Phoebe was watching the PPV with one of her exes when she saw the fatal punch. Poor guy was dead before he hit the mat. Luther quit the sport right there, especially when everyone started calling him 'Killer Punch Stubbs.'
"Yeah. So far, the police have no leads. He has a temper, but he was careful not to get into any fights outside the ring. Why would anyone kill a boxer?" Prue was confused.
"Maybe a crazy fan? He comes to meet his idol, guy brushes him off, he gets pissed and stabs him to 'win' the argument." Paige was wondering where exactly to put the large statue. The front, to greet the guests, or the oasis?
"Maybe." Prue was wondering that herself. "Will you have time to use that thing while attending med school? You'll be drowning in work 24/7, plus doing your Charmed duties." Phoebe, she used that thing everyday.
"That's why it's here, I'm getting all the practice I can get before I move. Besides, we're planning to have hunters and witch practitioners as our new tenants." Phoebe, she was planning on renting a off campus apartment near Stanford. Paige was going to live here part time, she spent most of her days at work helping train the new employees. "Hmm. Prue, you are getting a little soft. Time for a warm up." She puts on her boxing gloves. "Hahh yahh!" Phoebe playfully puts up her fists. "Come on, big sis. Put 'em up."
"No."
"I'll be the referee. Ahem. Ladies and gentleman, we have the bout of the century! In one corner, we have the beautiful psychic, at 5'1 inches, weighing 104 pounds, Phoebe, 'The Oracle' Halliwell!" Paige points to Phoebe who was pretending to smile and wave at the fans. She like at Prue who was trying not to smile. "And in this corner, at 5'2 inches, at 108 pounds, the dark haired 'Lights Out' Prue Halliwell!" Using Prue's old wrestler name. "Ladies, keep it clean. Fight! Ding, ding!" Pretending she was in a boxing ring.
"I'm not fighting you."
"Sorry sis. You were challenged to a duel. Put 'em up." Phoebe said in a playful voice.
"I really have to go to work." Prue, she was due at work in twenty minutes.
"Looks like we are at a standstill! Prue, she is willing to throw the fight! What's that! I hear boos. The fans want a fight!" Paige was talking in her cell, pretending it was a mic.
"Yeah, I throwing in the towel. But." She uses her eyes for the dummy to hit Phoebe on the shoulder.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Prue, its been years since she used her mind instead of her hands. Prue didn't like using her eyes, she said it gave her eye strain.
"What's this? Prue played dirty! What a brilliant move, catching her opponent off guard. How will Phoebe retaliate?" Paige, she was having fun. She knew her day would suck. It was time to do the books.
"Like this!" Phoebe runs behind Prue and locks her arms behind her back.
"Clever. Demons and monsters don't play fair. I concede." Prue, she had to leave right away.
"Not until you say it." Phoebe, she wanted to hear Prue telling Phoebe she was strong.
"Phoebe-san. Let go. I really got to go." Prue had to leave right now.
"Not until I hear it." Just before Prue could say anything, she had a vision.
Prue was standing in pain as she got stabbed by a crystal sword. Her murderer's face was blurred, but he was smiling as a light went inside his sword. Phoebe was breathing hard as she woke up.
"Pheebs?" Paige, she saw Phoebe's stricken face.
"What did you see?" Prue, she recognized Phoebe's mood whenever she got a vision.
Phoebe was staring hard at Prue.
"I saw you die."
Gabriel Statler was staring hard at his sword. He was deciding which victim to choose next. His sister Helena was watching him.
"Does it matter who it is? We have plenty as it is." Other than that boxer, they had plenty of souls.
"Plenty of mortals. I need a witch." Gabriel says resentfully.
It was during the Crimean War in 1856, that Gabriel, then known as Gabai was fighting along with his comrades, the Lord of Wars. He and his sister, Helena, then known as Helaine, were part of a ancient race of supernatural beings that got their strength and power from others, obtaining their gifts from the defeat of their enemies, by stealing their souls with the crystal swords they carry.
They were directly responsible for starting many wars, especially the most recent Crimean War in the 1800s, to steal the soul of one witch, a woman from the Warren bloodline that lived in the general area. What he wasn't counting on was her strength and cleverness.
He was in the middle of fighting when she appeared in front of him. Blinded by his arrogance, he offered her a deal. Surrender to him, and he'll give her a quick and painless death. What she did ended the Crimean War right there and then, by using her telekinesis power to send his crystal sword hundreds of miles away. Without his sword, his armies were quickly defeated and Gabai executed by being beheaded. His sister was hanged for her role in the war.
Over a century later, both were reincarnated with all their memories attached. Their race was rare, all humans and species including most supernatural beings started over on a clean slate, most going on to live normal, ordinary lives without any knowledge of their past lives. Lords of War were believed to have originated from eastern Europe, they spoke mostly Russian, Latin and Greek. No one is sure exactly where they came from, but legends say their ancestor was the god of war, the God Ares.
Their crystal swords are the source of their strength, without it they are ordinary humans. If they are separated from their swords, they become completely mortal. But their true nature are nothing but bloodthirsty creatures. The only way they can be defeated is the sword being destroyed, otherwise they can die and get reincarnated again to continue their work.
Since Gabriel's and Helena's defeat, both had to work together to obtain their powers they lost, since Brianna freed the souls that were trapped in the sword. They had a few, a soul with super intelligence, a innocent soul with a pure heart, a soul with a killer instinct, and a soul with courage. All they needed was a witch, preferably a firstborn.
"So this Prue Halliwell, you sure she is a Warren?" Gabriel asked admiring his sword. His powers were almost back.
"Pretty sure. I been tracing Briana's bloodline as far as I can go." Prue Halliwell is the firstborn of the Halliwell bloodline. Helena, she didn't have a sword. Women were forbidden to carry one. Instead she shared powers with her brother. She hated it, but the alternative wasn't any better, as she is related to the Amazons who only lived a few years before dying of old age in a few short years. She is invisible though, just as long as Gabriel never loses his sword.
"Then once we get her powers, we can go after the other three sisters. Plus their hunter friends." Gabriel, he knew he'll be completely invisible. The Winchester bloodline was powerful.
The next morning Phoebe was sketching in her sister's sketchpad. She couldn't get that image of Prue dying out of her mind. Prue, she was in great pain. But that wasn't the worst part. It was her soul. It was gone. She stayed up all night trying to remember what that sword looked like. She got up to have another cup of coffee.
Paige walks in, going directly to the coffee maker.
"Couldn't sleep either huh." She saw Phoebe yawning as she poured a cup of coffee.
"Yep." She stopped to look at her work. She was sure this was the sword.
"Is that what you saw?" Paige asks.
"I'm sure of it." She was determined to save Prue's life. Even though she meant she lost a few hours of sleep. "I been looking in the Book of Shadows. So far I got nada. Sure wish this thing had a index."
"Do you remember what the killer looked like?"
"It was blurry. But his sword. Who do we know that carry a sword like that? A crystal sword is very impractical in war. I even checked online, there is nothing about it, unless you want a videogame replica." Nothing online resembled that killer sword.
"Ooh coffee." Prue goes and pours herself a cup. She spent the night here, her sisters were afraid to lose her. As for Piper, they decided not to stress her out. Her husband was still missing. They'll only tell her as a last resort. They hoped they had the Power of Three without Piper.
"Prue, why are you dressed up?" Prue promised to stay home today. Phoebe was deeply worried about her sister.
"Because work has a dress code?" Usually Prue dressed business casual, but her boss insisted she come in to meet Helena Statler. Prue had to wear her most professional clothes to make a good first expression.
"Couldn't your boss get someone else?" Paige couldn't believe Prue was putting her life on the line for a job.
"Maybe because I have a spotty job record? So far I have a college degree that is pretty much a sheet of paper. Other than Bucklands and 415, no reputable company wants to touch my resume. I was lucky to get this job at the gym thanks to my short wrestling career."
"I offered you a job, you turned me down."
"No offense Paige, but you know I hate nepotism." Prue, she lost count how many job offers she lost over the years due to someone's niece or nephew.
"Ah, Prue. You and Piper, I mean Great Aunt Pruedencia, and Great Grandma Pilar founded that place."
"And I worked there. Till I quit." Paige couldn't remember why Pauline quit. Castiel said he was gone from Earth by then.
"Yeah, but I kinda want to find my own passion. This is a great opportunity. If she becomes the next tennis star, imagine the doors that can open. I can manage the next Olympic hopeful."
"You know anything about tennis?"
Phoebe clears her throat with a loud AHEM!
"Hello! Killer demon out there! Hundred bucks he will be waiting, Bob."
"Who's Bob?" Paige asked confused. "Is he one of your old boyfriends?
"I think you have nothing to worry about. The one in your vision is a man. I'm meeting a woman."
"You'll risk your life to explore a possible new career? You hadn't even met this woman! I insist you come with me to work. No demon can hurt you there. I can double your pay right now."
"Can I come? I need to save money for my books this fall."
"Listen. I'll be fine. Phoebe's premonitions change because we changed things. Now that I know to watch out for a strange man, I'll be careful."
"Fine. Come straight home after work. No stopping, no nothing. See a emergency, call 911. Promise?" Prue, she was always hardheaded. Grams was the only one that could change Prue's mind without Prue's arguing.
"I promise Pheebs. Oh gotta go. Good luck with inventory!" Prue rushes out the door.
"Well, since you are working with me for a day, Phoebe, you can start with the kitchen inventory."
"That will take me hours!" Sacred Meadows, it had a industrial sized kitchen and storage room.
"You think that's bad? Castiel and Hannah are doing the laundry and linen supply, Dex is doing the plumbing and boiler room and I'm doing the books, allllll the way back from last year."
"Can we order delivery?"
Prue and her boss was walking down the hallway, talking excitedly about their new client.
"Prue, imagine the publicity this will bring us. The great Helena Statler training here for Wimbledon. With you managing her, Skye Fitness will turning away clients for years!" San Francisco was full of gyms, competition was tough. Having a minor celebrity would help bring in future athletes to their gym.
"I never managed a person before. I only managed antiques and photos. You sure I'm up to the task?" Prue said nervously.
"I trust you Prue. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you." He leads Prue to his office. A young woman with short, curly blonde hair stands up. "Prue, this is Helena."
"Best and brightest? That's quite the introduction. I seen your work on Igram and Snapchat. It was your video that caught my eye." Helena said with a cool smile.
"Really? Thank you so much. I deserve a raise, don't you think?" Prue asks with a smile. Her boss coughs and changes the subject.
"Ms Statler here, she wants to discuss her routines with you."
"Yes. My brother, he used to manage me, however he is unable to anymore. His new job is preventing him from overseeing my routines, as well as booking my tournaments as well as publicity. I'm afraid he is unable to adjust living in the United States. I seen your promo video. How Skye Fitness can work with any clients and bring them to their highest limits. Ms Halliwell, I like to invite you to my private estate to watch my tennis routine if you don't mind."
"Your estate?" Oh no. She promised Phoebe she won't go anywhere.
"Is that a problem?" Helena asks.
"No, no. I can be there. Mind writing down your address?" Prue figured her estate was safer than a random alley somewhere.
"What is a potato ricer? And a herb keeper? By the way, how many do we need? No way in hell does a rehab kitchen need twelve of each. Um, just put the back with the lemon reamers." Phoebe tells the cook. It was only the first batch. After this, she still had to do the food inventory. She was starting to regret coming here to work. She saw Paige walking in all frantic. "Time for coffee? Good." Phoebe needed a break.
"I just called Prue. She's not at work."
"What?! She promised. Didn't she learn from Pride?" That was a huge headache for them. Pride is something no one is immune to. Prue, she always struggled with being the best of everything.
"Yeah. And I asked Castiel about a crystal sword. He told me what is was, so I went home to look in the Book."
"Shhh!" Phoebe was worried about exposure.
"Don't worry about anything, everyone here knows about the supernatural. Anyways." Paige took a deep breath. "There are a clan of warriors known as the Lords of War. They been around since the Beginning. That symbol on their sword, every warrior is born with a birthmark, and when they die, they get reincarnated."
"And what does this have to do with Prue?" Phoebe was looking at her list. She barely started. "Hey!" When Paige ripped it out of her hands.
"Worry about that after! They start wars. Big ones. They steal souls. Innocent souls. If they die, no big deal. They start over again, more stronger than the last life, with all their memories attached from their previous lives."
"That's impossible." Phoebe, she remembered being Pearl. How dark and evil she was. Personal growth. Humans get stronger with each reincarnation, well, the ones that were meant to be reborn. "What makes them so special? And how do we stop them?"
"Each male warrior has a sword. If one falls and dies, the sibling or fellow warrior will hide it somewhere. When the Lord of War reaches a certain age, and before you ask, they grow up very quickly, they call upon their weapon. Once the sword is in their hands, they continue their work. But if a warrior is disgraced, they lose their abilities. Once they are reincarnated they use their sword to steal back what they lost and start the cycle again."
"And what does this have to do with Prue?"
"I was just getting to that. With that sword, they are untouchable. No man made weapons can hurt one. Take the sword away, they become mortal. That guy in your vision? He fell in battle in disgrace. To become strong again he needs souls. But to get all his old powers back he needs blood from a first born witch."
"Prue." Her vision.
"I already ordered someone to take over your duties for awhile. Let's go."
Prue was watching Helena hitting the balls over the court. She was good. Prue could see why she was getting scouted for the Whimbleton circuit. When Helena finished she walks up to Prue.
"My apologies I couldn't greet you at the door. I cannot lose my distraction while in a middle of a game."
"Don't worry about it. Wow. You were incredible." Helena, she was better than Serena and Venus. Prue couldn't see a bead of sweat on her.
"Not really. My timing was way off. If I was playing against a real opponent, I would have lost the game by now."
Prue, she played tennis, but didn't have a clue about forms or stances about tennis. However, she was interested on learning. She was watching old tennis matches to learn some things.
"Miss Halliwell, do you mind holding my racket? I would like to see you hit a few balls. I would like to see if my machine is working properly."
"Sure. But I'm not really dressed for it." She was wearing a skirt with heels.
"You don't have to move very much. Just stand there and hit whatever is coming to you." Helena nods, giving her signal.
Prue she was hitting balls. Since the machine was going very slowly, she wasn't having much trouble. But when it started getting faster, Prue was scrambling to get out off the way. She started diving out of the way when the machine malfunctioned. When the balls hit her wrists, she screamed and hit the ground. She was groaning in pain when Helena walked up to her.
"You alright Miss Halliwell?" She asked with fake concern.
"Your machine. I think it's broken."
"Not really. I used my remote to turn it up to max. See, the balls were supposed to hit you over the head, making you unconscious."
Prue looked up sharply, the pain in her wrists forgotten.
"What are you doing?"
"Killing a witch. Prue, meet my brother Gabriel." Helena says with a evil smirk. Prue looked to the direction where Helena was looking at. A middle aged man was walking towards her with a crystal sword.
Prue, she should have known. This was a trap.
"Miss Halliwell, it has been a pleasure. I would shake your hand, but considering the circumstances." He holds up his sword. "Your ancestor, her powers emanated from her hands. I'm sure yours does too."
"My ancestor?" Which one?
"Briana. Yes, we done our research." Just before he can stab Prue, Prue uses her eyes to get all the tennis balls to hit Gabriel. She then uses her powers to throw Helena across the court.
Gabriel grunts as he was getting hit. He saw Prue using her powers to throw the heavy machine on top of him. When Prue saw him getting up without any injuries, she quickly runs out. Not caring her wrists were injured, she jumps into her black MX-5 Mazda and drives off as fast as she can. She could have used her magic to go home, but she didn't want her would be killers tracking her down using her license plate.
"How did she do that?" Helena, she was watching Prue driving off.
"She is different from her ancestor. She uses her eyes instead of her hands. I won't be making that mistake again."
"We only have a short amount of time. We can attack her at home, catch her off guard."
"She has the Power of Three to protect her. We have to find another way." Gabriel. He had to admire her. She was just like Briana.
Prue was sitting on a couch at home, her sisters sitting with her. (Piper was still away, she didn't answer any of her sister's calls or texts.)
"That machine was a thousand pounds at least. He threw it off him like nothing." Prue, she wasn't usually scared, but those two frightened her.
"That sword. He is untouchable. We tried calling you. I assume you left it behind?" Paige, she usually didn't give any lectures, that was Piper's job. But since she wasn't there...
"Well I got away at least." It was close. Prue couldn't drive. She had to use her powers to drive herself home.
Phoebe comes down the stairs holding the Book of Shadows.
"I did it. I found Briana."
"Great, Great Aunt Briana. Her and Prue, both can move things with their minds using their hands. Interesting." Paige was wondering what her witchy powers were. She was still learning since her whitelighter powers were bonded. "Listen to this, she disgraced this Gabriel guy during the Crimean War by taking his sword away. Guess he is trying to get his abilities back.
"Great. Some guy couldn't keep it in his sheath." Prue quipped. "Now I'm marked for death." Prue. She was getting sick and tired of getting targeted. Why only her? Sure her sisters were marked for death as well, but what Prue couldn't figure out why she was the one that faced the most dangerous enemies.
"You know men and their weapons. Can't separate 'em." Phoebe knew guys all too well. Look at Dean with his car. That car had everything Dean needed and more. The women smiled. The innuendo was there.
"Lords of War are inseparable from their weapons. Look at Thor and his Hammer. Hmm. Briana was able to send his sword hundreds of miles away. I'm good. But not that good." How powerful were their ancestors? She knew that their powers were still growing everyday.
"I thought about that and found this incantation." Phoebe points to a page. "To multiply your strength, chant these words at length." There was a spell written underneath it.
"Looks easy enough." Prue was reading the spell.
"Hopefully to get rid of the sword. Without it, Gabriel is vulnerable."
"Ah. Hate to be the bearer of bad news. But." Paige felt really uneasy.
"What?" Prue was losing impatience.
"What would Piper say?"
"She would insist on the Power of Three." Prue. She wasn't sure if the Po3 will work with Paige. They never used it with Paige and Prue together. "Besides, the Book doesn't mention that. "He only wants me anyways. Not you three."
"For now." Paige knew evil too well. It lusted for more power. If Gabriel gets Prue, he is unstoppable.
"Maybe we can hide for a few days. We have the Grail. It will definitely hide us from everyone. No evil can hurt us." Phoebe thought about it.
"Then You-Know-Who will come down." Michael, he would be here in a second. Paige, she was glad her whitelighter side was bounded. Otherwise, she would be dead.
"And let Gabriel and Helena come to us? He would hurt you both to get to me. I won't take that risk." Prue, she would die first to protect her sisters.
"A vote then." Paige, she knew her sister all too well. She was planning to go to Lawrence to get Piper since she wasn't answering her phone. She knew how to use her teleporting power at least. "All in favor for waiting?" Paige raises her hand. She gives Phoebe a look. "You can't be serious?!"
"All in favor for this spell." Prue was holding up her hand. Phoebe shrugged at her sister. Paige gave her a incredulous look. "Sorry sis. Majority rules." She grabs the Book and walks upstairs reading the spell underneath her breath.
"But Prue!" She looks at Phoebe. "You know Piper will kill us." Piper, she was usually the voice of reason. She was younger than Prue, but even Prue listened to her on occasion.
"Yeah, but she is stressed out as it is. Sam, he is missing. Piper, she wants nothing more but to bring her husband back home. Besides. We always rely on the Book whenever we are in trouble. What's the worst that can happen?" Both jump when they hear thunder coming from upstairs. "Don't you dare say I told you so!"
They run upstairs to see Prue kneeling on the floor with lights and sparkles surrounding her.
"Oh my god!" Both Phoebe and Paige say together. There were three Prues. But both knew those weren't clones.
All three Prues stare at each other with confusion, The original Prue was looking back and forth with disbelief.
Blonde Prue was looking at her twins with a amused look.
"Wow. You are hiding from Michael too?"
The third Prue was staring at her hands.
"I'm alive?" The last thing she remembered was the explosion. She and her sisters were holding each other praying. Unlike first Prue and blonde Prue, her hair was permed and super long. She was dressed like a scientist.
"Prue?" Phoebe asked tentatively.
"Yes?" All three Prues says.
"We are so dead." Paige, she knew Piper was gonna kill them.
Phoebe was knocking hard on the door.
"Hello! This isn't your house anymore! Other people need to take a shower too!"
Paige was standing next to Phoebe a second later.
"Don't bother using the bathroom downstairs or Prue's apartment downtown either." Paige, she went there as a last ditch resort. Blonde Prue was already there, bleaching her hair. She had to assume their Prue was downstairs, since she yelled at Paige to wait a minute. That minute was now thirty.
"So I assume that is scientist Prue in there?" That Prue wasn't a witch. She said she was studying a trio of witches known as the 'Charmed Ones.' A trio of sisters known as the Vera/Vaughn sisters. She was very surprised to know her two counterparts were witches. She wasn't jealous, she was flattered. Although she admitted her two younger sisters were envious. Both Piper and Paige had a rough upbringing, both were studying to be witch practitioners. When Phoebe asked what her counterpart was like, all 'Prue' said she was too busy having a good time to care about being mortal.
Phoebe pounded on the door. 'Prue' stuck her head out.
"Sorry. Its been a long time since I had a hot shower." Prue, she had no idea how much time has passed. How precious and fragile life really was. She just wished she listened to her sister to relax and have a good time. She wasn't making that mistake again. She smiled sadly at her two 'sisters.'
"Aside from you who took off all night after casting that spell, plus hogging our bathroom all morning!" Phoebe, now she knew how her two older sisters felt whenever her and Paige got in trouble.
"I didn't cast that spell. I'm not a witch." Prue, she was wondering where 'Piper' was at. "Where's Piper?"
"Not here." Paige, she couldn't go to Lawrence. She had no clue how to get there. Her new power only allowed her to teleport within city limits. She knew she had a long way to go. She was planning on going to Magic School to study her new powers.
"I'm done anyways. Sorry. I took all the hot water. Sorry." Like Blonde Prue, she was very particular about her hair. She shrugged her shoulders in a apology. She goes to 'Prue's' old room to change her clothes.
"She didn't. Great. Paige, I'm going to work to take a hot shower." She looks at Paige's face. "You're kidding."
"Sorry. We are also flushing out our water systems. Dex, he is resetting everything before he leaves. We have to live with greasy hair for another day."
"It's like the Parent Trap. Except with a b cup." Phoebe was getting annoyed.
"Two of them anyways. Blonde Prue on the other hand." Paige was cupping her hands above her chest in a exaggerated way, showing how big she was. Blonde Prue insisted she had to look a certain way to stay above the competition. Both Prues were staring at her implants.
"At least we can tell them apart." All three were very easy to tell who is who.
Prue was standing downstairs talking to her 'twins/not clones.'
"So those 'Charmed Ones.' What were they like?" This world's Prue asked.
"I'll go first. Their names were Macy, Melanie and Maggie. Macy was like you, she could move things with her mind. Her powers, however, it was dark."
"What do you mean?" Both Prue's asked.
"She was demonic. She was working with Lucifer who was using Sam Winchester as his true vessel. Her demonic side was contained with the help of another demonic human hybrid. Don't ask. Even I don't know how that ritual works. Anyways, she worked with her two half sisters with the Power of Three to try to seal Lucifer away. But even with all three, they didn't make a dent. Lucifer, he killed Dean Winchester so he couldn't say yes to Michael. He ran when Michael came down. Anyways, Macy was stripped off her dark powers and became just a another witch. Melanie or Mel, as she liked to call herself had the power to control time."
"Like Piper." Blonde Prue, she wasn't a Charmed One anymore in her world. She retired when the Dark Elders gave her an out. They wanted Dark Paige to take over. Prue agreed, unlike her sisters she wasn't a warlock, but a witch. She lived quietly on Earth and became rich when she acquired Bucklands when she managed to get her inheritance. Bucklands was under bankruptcy at the time, and the owners were desperate to get rid of it. Once Prue got it, she took out several loans to play the stock market. It was risky, but Phoebe gave her a lot of hot tips. The personal gain rule didn't exist there. It was everyone for themselves over there. Anyways, once she got her money, she paid off her loans and used her brains to get super rare artifacts from all around the world. She and her company became very successful, she became the cover model for Forbes, as the youngest female billionaire in the country. Kylie was just a trust fund baby and was number two with her makeup company. She was angry at God for destroying her world. She and her sisters were scattered all around the world and had no idea if they were still alive. All she remembered was Michael helping her to run.
"Piper is a Charmed One? Interesting. Anyways, Mel she didn't just stop time, she controlled it. Not people, but objects. She can turn a new item to a antique. She could also control temperature. Need hot or cold water? She can do that in seconds."
"Wow." Both Prues say. Dark Piper had that power. She used that to melt a entire street to stop an unstoppable golem powered by The Source. This world's Piper had it, but did not yet harness it. She was scared to hurt people.
"And Maggie?" Prue asked. She was fascinated. She wanted to know more about her twin's lives, but her time was running short. She did want to hear about Maggie though.
"Empathy. She could feel people's emotions. She was trying to see in the future, but that was very tough for her. She needed black amber from the Tree of Life to get that power. But black amber can only be used a few times before it burns out. She saw The End coming, but it was too late. The world exploded before she can warn everyone." SPrue teared up. Once Maggie called, she took the first plane out to San Francisco to say goodbye to her sisters. All four held each other when the fire came.
Both Prues teared up. Prue loved her sisters and would be devastated if anything happened to them. BPrue didn't care if her sisters were evil. She loved them unconditionally. She hoped they were alive somewhere.
"My sisters, they were warlocks. Piper, she had all the powers you both described. Except she could freeze things in ice. She froze our bank manager when he tried to foreclose the Manor. Phoebe, she could see the future, sense emotions, however, she used both for selfish reasons. With her empathy power, she used to that to control people's emotions. She called them her puppets. She also was incredibly strong. She could crush rocks and marbles with her bare hands. Thankfully, she didn't use it that often. Only once when a rival newspaper stole her column idea. She tore down that building once she threw everyone out. It was rubble in a few hours."
"Was she arrested?" SPrue asked.
BPrue snorted.
"With them under Michael's payroll? Yeah right. No one fucked with them. Anyways, Paige, she was a darklighter. She had the powers your Paige has. Moving things with her mind, teleporting with black orbs instead of white. However, she can move things and people with a mere thought. She teleported an entire city population to Australia when an tsunami came. She saved millions."
"Whoa. Millions?" Even with the Power of Three, none of them had that amount of power. Prue was fascinated.
"The power of Dark Heaven. Michael ordered it. He needed souls and asked Balthazar to retrieve the ones he needed. Heaven then sent most home with their memories erased."
They were interrupted by Phoebe and Paige.
"What did we miss?' Phoebe she had to ask her sister what they were all talking about. All three were talking animatedly, with their sister Prue asking lots of questions.
With all three Prues looking different from another, Phoebe talked them into wearing hats and sweaters, they had no trouble telling which Prue was Prue, but the rest of the world, it would be disastrous. All three were wearing baggy sweaters and boater hats. Blonde Prue was pink hat, Scientist Prue was blue hat, and their Prue was black hat. Since none knew how long the spell would last, they had to hurry.
"Once this spell is over and Gabriel is vanquished, what happens to you two?" Paige liked both of the Prues. They were more carefree than their sister.
"Disappear I guess." Scientist Prue, she wasn't happy to be dead again. But she knew her time was over.
"We're here only as long as you need us." Blonde Prue, she was scared. What happens to her? Since her reality was destroyed, what happens after? She forced herself to keep her face neutral. "Besides, how do we find this Gabriel guy?"
"I already called. Prue, I used your cell to call your work. Your boss wants a meeting with you. Before you ask, your secretary is trying to track down Gabriel. That house you went to, wasn't theirs. The homeowners were found murdered by their servants this morning." Blue Hat SPrue tells Prue.
"Okay. Can you three handle Gabriel?" Paige asks.
"Watch." Prue took her twins and used their powers to lift the statue. "Paige, where do you want this?"
Once all three Prues come back, they were discussing how to separate Gabriel and his sword.
Their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell.
"I'll get that." SPrue goes to answer it.
Prue's cell rings.
"Got it. Prue Halliwell. May I ask who's speaking." BPrue was talking to someone.
"I, uh." Prue was stuck. She suddenly remembered being a teen again. Both Piper and Phoebe were always butting into Prue's business. She didn't know what to say or do.
"Hello." Lieutenant Sheridan was standing on the other side of the door. "May I speak to Prue Halliwell?"
"This is she. How can I help you with?"
Oh no. Prue, she was watching from the kitchen door. She knew immediately that was a cop. Shit. Hopefully SPrue doesn't say anything.
"I don't know what you are talking about." SPrue was shaking her head. "I never saw those people in my life." Sheridan was asking about the dead homeowners. "I had a rock solid alibi." SPrue knew she fucked up when the lieutenant's eyebrows rose.
"I'm just conducting a investigation. Here. I'm giving you my card. Call me." Sheridan, she saw the security footage. Prue Halliwell was seen in the tennis court. Who she was talking to, both faces were obscured.
"Ah Prue?"
"I heard." Prue, she annoyed. Great. Good thing she had a lawyer.
"Sorry. I don't talk to people that well. That's why I became a scientist. Nobody notices me." SPrue, she was jealous of her counterparts. Both had social lives.
"Dammit!" BPrue after she hung up her phone. "Houston, we have a problem."
"What. Raging triplet hormones?" Phoebe was getting a headache. At least Alyssa was far away. Prue's twins were all in the same room.
"Your boss just called. He wants me, I mean you to come to work right now. If you don't, you are fired."
Prue was rubbing her eyes.
"Okay. I can swing this. Who wants to come with me?" Both Prues raise their hands.
"Uh uh. NO." Phoebe was shaking her head. "We know Alternative Universes exist, but no one is supposed to know about them. Besides, isn't it better if you stay home?" There's no way they can hide three Prues forever. Even if both moved to other countries, social media was vast.
"Well, I'll go." SPrue raises her hand. "No offense, but your, um..." She points at BPrue's chest. BPrue smiles. Even with a oversized sweater, her boobs were massive.
"Then I'll go with Paige. I want to meet Castiel in this world. She was always so polite." Poor Cas was dead. Michael said he had time to grab only one person.
"She? Forget it. C'mon." Paige and Prue warp away.
"Just how are you going to pull this off?" Phoebe had no idea how to save Prue. SPrue wasn't a witch, but her soul. Gabriel would be even more powerful.
"You have the power of Premonition. Did my death happen at work or at Sacred Meadows?"
"I don't know." All Phoebe saw was Prue getting stabbed.
"Paige has the power of teleportation. Plus there are hunters everywhere. Even Gabriel wouldn't be that stupid." Prue thought about it. All it takes is one hunter to take his sword.
"I really think we all stick together. There are five of us, plus Piper if she answers her messages. He's immune to man made weapons, but witchy magic, plus her heavenly weapons, Gabriel is a dead man." Piper, her and her husband had tons of supernatural weapons in their secret storage.
"Fine a vote?" Prue smiles at Phoebe's frown. "Majority rules wins again." SPrue was smiling as well. She wished she was as close to her sisters as her alternative self was.
Both Prues were at Skye Fitness. Real Prue was wearing sunglasses with a magazine in front of her face, while SPrue was walking without a disguise. They needed to see if SPrue could fool everyone. Seeing the receptionist, SPrue shoves Prue in the women's washroom.
"Hi, uh.." She reads her lanyard. "April. Is Big Boss around?" Prue never told her his name.
"He's been calling every fifteen minutes. You want me to call him?" She picked up the phone.
"Not yet. Ahem. Did you get the info I asked for?"
"Hot off the 'Net." She hands Prue a printout.
"Awesome, it has Gabriel's Statler's place of work." She folds it and puts it in her purse. "Okay, I need you to rearrange the layout of the new promo pics for Igram and Snapchat. I want to share it on the new social app that just came out." SPrue already had it on her phone, everyone called it a YouShare killer.
"That will take me hours!" She thought she did a decent job, Prue was training her as her assistant since she needed one.
"No time like the present! Go! Shoo!" She shoves her away from Prue's office. Once April was gone, she walks to the washroom and knocks. "All clear."
"Couldn't you be nicer? That was very rude." Prue, she loved what April did, she liked her idea of showing off the gym's equipment and their trainers. "You didn't even thank her for her hard work or apologize for changing your mind." Prue knew she had to send flowers as a apology.
"You are the boss. Just send flowers. Now that we have Gabriel's address, what do we do now?"
"Not until I explain what happened. Especially since I'm a prime suspect in a murder investigation!" Phoebe called, they wanted Prue to come to make a statement. She was already calling for their family's lawyer. Prue knew her life was gonna to get even more complicated.
"Okay, I'll stay and talk to your boss."
"NO. You already caused so much trouble. Once this is all over, I still have to work here." Their argument was interrupted by a knock.
"Prue? Are you on the phone?" Prue's boss was on the other side. SPrue panicked and tossed Prue behind the door when the door opened.
"Hi!" SPrue still didn't know his name.
"I need a explanation for yesterday. Helena Slater just called, she said she was very offended by your behavior, she is threatening to go to another gym!" He looked pretty pissed.
Prue was relieved the police didn't call. There is no way she could explain that.
"Don't you worry sir. I already am preparing my sincerest apology to Helena. See, I even have her brother's address since he trains her part time." She shows him the address. He looked pacified.
"Good. Good. So you think you can get her back?"
"I'll stake my job on it."
"Good. You just did. We'll take my car."
"No!" SPrue blurts out.
"No? Sorry Prue, but I can't take that chance to lose the biggest client I have. I'm coming to make sure you don't screw up. Meet me at the parking lot in five."
"Really?! You bet my job?" Prue needed an aspirin once he left.
"You weren't fired. I worked with people like him at my old job. The vessel in his head was about to explode. If I didn't say anything, you'll be packing up your belongings."
"Okay. You may have bought me sometime. Um, I'll go with him, you go back to the Manor. Phoebe will give you a ride. You have her number." Prue gave both old cells, luckily both were activated.
"Why can't I be more like you?" SPrue was envious. She was so passive with everyone else. Here, she became like her alternative self. More aggressive and driven.
"Just believe in yourself." She texted Phoebe. "Okay, I left her a message to pick you up. Stay. I will be leaving, and I can't be seen in the building once I leave." Prue jumped when she heard knocks.
"Prue! Are you still there? Time is money!" Hearing her bosses' voice, she shoves SPrue behind the door.
"Sorry, I had to answer my phone."
"Yeah, and I forgot my car keys and had to turn back. Ready? Seeing Prue's hat "Did you change your hat? I swear it was blue."
"That colour wasn't flattering. Let's go." Prue hurries them out.
Paige was working on her papers when the phone rang.
"Sacred Meadows. Paige Matthews speaking." She had a ton of work left. Good thing Phoebe and BPrue were working together.
"Hi Paige." SPrue said cheerfully. She wondered if she could work there. She heard of a glamouring spell, maybe it can be permanent. That way she could start over. Get married, have a normal life and not live for just her job. She wasn't making that mistake twice.
"Which Prue is this?" Paige, she couldn't tell. She didn't know Prue as well as her sisters.
"Non witchy Prue. Just plain, ordinary me. Prue wants me to return to the Manor. Maybe you can send Playboy Me there as well to regroup?"
"Is Prue driving you?"
"Nope. She said Phoebe was supposed to come get me. I'm getting bored, so I figure to call you."
Paige sighs.
"Well Phoebe is in the kitchen with Blondie, I can go get her. She probably left her cell in her purse." She paused. "I have to ask. If this spell doesn't wear off, what will you do?" That spell didn't come with any directions.
"Well, first we get that Gabriel guy, steal his sword, and once he's gone, well, to be honest I don't know." SPrue, she was wondering about where she could live, what her new name would be, what her new look will be like. "There's three of us. He won't dare take us all on at once, not like your ancestor."
"Just stay there. I'll get Phoebe. I won't lose you, any of you." Paige, she liked SPrue, she was more modest and shy than her other twins.
SPrue hung up. When she heard wings, she turned sharply around. Dean Winchester was standing in front of her.
Paige walked towards the cafeteria. Since the cafeteria was closed for the day, she made sure to refill all the vending machines for the patients and guests. When she got to the kitchen, she couldn't believe her eyes. BPrue was eating spaghetti out of a cook's hand.
"Mmm." She made a show of licking her lips and fingers. Both cooks were standing around Prue, both trying to get her attention.
"Ahem!" Paige had her hands on her hips. "Prue, your sister needs you." Emphasizing the word 'sister.'
BPrue just smiles. She raised her chest, she knew it was guaranteed to get a man's attention. Sure enough, both cooks moved closer
"Which sister?" She winks at the cook on the left. Cook two tries to get her attention by giving her a chocolate bon bon he just made. BPrue takes a bite while closing her eyes. Cook one looked jealous. He goes and pours her a juice.
"Both of them. Okay, that's enough! Both of you! Back to work!" She barked. Honestly. She thought Phoebe was bad as Lust.
BPrue waves daintily at both.
"What? Live a little. You were more relaxed back home." She winks at the janitor walking by, he blushes and walks straight into a wall.
"Well, I'm not at home right now." She grabs Prue's wrist. "Really? Why are you acting so slutty?"
BPrue looked annoyed.
"EXCUSE ME? Don't slut shame me. God." She looked insulted. Paige immediately apologizes.
"Sorry." She remembered Berkeley, freshman year.
"Men and women are more loose back home. We don't judge."
"Must be full of STDs running around. No?" Seeing BPrue shaking her head.
"We always practice safe sex. Can't have any nephilims running around. Anyways, what's up?"
Gabriel was waiting for his target, they sent Prue's boss on a wild goose chase. His "work" was a abandoned warehouse just on the outskirts of town. He didn't have much time, he thought he saw Archangel Michael. Finally! There's Prue.
Prue was waiting outside in the back, she wasn't supposed to leave her office, but 'Prue's' assistant was trying to come in, SPrue sent her away with a request for coffee. Hopefully she didn't see her twin leaving. She was just standing around when she got blinded by a white light. "Flash too bright? Too bad." He holds up his sword. He grunts when SPrue threw a bag of wet garbage at him. "Ugh! Lucky you, I don't care about appearances." The sword accidentally cuts him on his face when the bag hit his sword, forcing it to go up. "Too bad you won't see the pretty lights."
Prue gasps over in agonizing pain. Her belly, it felt like it was in fire. She knew, SPrue was dead.
"Prue." She was already dead, Michael took back the soul, right before she left the office.
"Prue? Are you alright?" He saw the tears in her eyes. Prue was doubled over in pain.
"C'mon. Where is the soul?" Gabriel was waiting for this moment. "Agh! Where are you!"
Helena runs out from the side.
"Well? Where's her soul? Her magic?"
Gabriel lifts his sword out of SPrue's stomach.
"I been tricked." He sheathes his sword, not caring there was blood on it. "I don't know who this is, but her body is a empty husk." Dammit! Michael must be working with her.
A homeless man waved to a passing police car. He discovered a dead woman stuffed into a garbage dumpster.
Sheridan was looking at the dead body.
"You sure this is Prue Halliwell?" She asked the coroner. She was dead from a single stab wound. Shame, she has such beautiful long, curly hair.
"Did fingerprints, autopsy is scheduled for tomorrow."
"Did you notify the family?"
"Not yet. Here's her personal effects." He hands her SPrue's purse. Sheridan's card was inside.
"Okay. But don't call the family yet. Or notify the DA. Right now, I'm in the middle of a active investigation." Looks like her task was done. But there was three more Halliwells to talk to.
Phoebe was back at home, she was on break since BPrue got the other employees to do inventory for them. Phoebe didn't care, she was just glad to get in more practice before she moved away. She left her cell at work, she had to go back eventually. The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" She yelled to no one in particular. She answers the door. "Hi." Who was this? A stern looking woman was staring grimly at her.
"Miss Halliwell?"
"Phoebe."
"Please. Forgive my visit. I'm afraid I have bad news." Even with her double life, she hated this part. "Your sister, Prue Halliwell, she was found murdered this afternoon." Phoebe looked stricken.
"Oh no. Prue." She knew it wasn't a clone, one of them had to be a Prue. All three were real. "How?"
"She was found in a dumpster by the docks. She was found with drops of blood leading away from the area. We think she was dumped there by her murderer."
Phoebe couldn't help it. She started crying. It was Paige all over again.
"Can I see the body? What she was wearing?" All three had identical outfits, with the exception of their hats.
"She was dressed in a thick sweater with black leggings. She was already identified."
"And her hat?"
"Excuse me?" Sheridan looked confused.
"Was she wearing a hat?" Phoebe, she had to know. Which Prue was it. God, she hoped it wasn't her sister.
"A blue hat was found with her. I'm afraid it is at evidence lockup, we believe the killer's blood was splashed on it "
"Oh thank god." It wasn't their Prue.
"Excuse me?"
"It's nothing. I need to be alone. I have to make some calls. Excuse me." She ushers Sheridan out.
Sheridan was scratching her head. She didn't call her bosses, not yet. She had to see what's going on first. When she saw who was coming up the walk, she couldn't believe her eyes.
"Lieutenant Sheridan! Hi!" BPrue recognized her from P3 when she worked as a stripper at her Chicago club.
Before Sheridan could say a word, she was knocked out by powder blown in her face by Paige. Thank goodness she got a warning from BPrue. She cried that she was dying. Paige, knowing that Prue was going to be found eventually, took some of the sleeping powder BPrue found in a dusty storage room. She figured she'll need it just in case.
"Hurry! Before the neighbours see us." She and BPrue carry her in the house.
Phoebe was pacing in the hallway. Seeing BPrue, she runs and hugs her.
"Thank goodness. What's going on?" Both were carrying Sheridan.
"Not here. Help us move her to the couch." Paige ordered. Once Sheridan was snoring, all three started talking.
"Well? Now what?" Great. Their Prue just walked in the front door. Once they fill each other in, they discuss their next step.
"Science Prue is dead." Prue couldn't believe it. Dammit! She should have sent her to Paige instead. She kept talking about starting over. Now it was too late.
"Worry about her later! Sorry." Phoebe saw Prue's face. "We have a big problem, besides killers." It would be a matter of time before Gabriel and Helena tracks them down. She points at Sheridan.
"We could cast a amnesia spell." Paige suggested.
"We can't rely on magic forever. We have to think with our brains for once." Prue, she never thought she envy Piper, she and Sam worked on a case together and managed to fool a lot of people without using magic.
"We can send her back to her desk at work. Splash whiskey in her mouth, make her think she worked too hard and was dreaming the whole time." BPrue suggested. She knew her Sheridan well, she always tried to bring her sisters down, but was terrified of Michael. She knew she struggling with alcohol addiction ever since her wife was killed by demons. Her wife's death was a accident, her sisters were forced to kill her when the demon possessing her was about to kill a innocent.
"God I hate this." Prue didn't trust this woman, she saw BPrue talking to her. But they didn't have a choice. "Okay, do we have alcohol?"
"Hey! Wake up!" Sheridan was getting shook awake by another cop. Huh? Her mouth felt like cotton. She was holding a whiskey bottle and had drool on her mouth. "You're lucky the Chief and Commissioner are away, lay off the liquor okay?"
"Wha..." Where was she? She looked on her right hand. Not again. She called her sponsor. God she hoped no one else saw her.
"Okay, that psycho is still out there. We all know he killed already." Prue, she hoped she was in Heaven. "Now what?"
"We make more of us?" BPrue suggested.
"Uh uh. You two are real. God knows what our extra twins are like." She was not sending Shannen here. She has a hard time as it is. "I'm not casting that spell ever again."
"What about the plan?" BPrue asked. She knew her powers were dormant in this world, but she still had her brains.
"We can't go to that estate. Gabriel and Helena are murderers. They won't be there anymore." Prue, she needed a new plan. "Any ideas?"
All three were stumped with the exception of BPrue, she went to use the bathroom upstairs.
"Helena." Why didn't Prue think of this!
"What?" Phoebe, she hated when Prue didn't say what's on her mind.
"We lure Helena. Gabriel will charge in saving his sister. Prue, we are geniuses!" BPrue, she was thinking the same thing when she came back from the bathroom.
"Uh, explain how?" Paige, she needed to get back to work.
"I'll astral project, Phoebe, check for any live security feeds. Once you see Helena, call me. Paige, Phoebe, Me, we separate Gabriel and his sword. Maybe he can't be killed by ordinary weapons. But his own weapon?"
"So your saying we use Helena as a exchange?" The idea sounded good, but she couldn't get that feeling out of her head. This plan, she doubted it would work.
Helena was showing Gabriel the video footage around the city. She saw two other Prues. One was getting into a car with a man, another was taking a bus. Both were wearing identical hats, but both knew they were two different women.
"Which one is the real Prue?" Helena, she couldn't tell.
"We kill both. I'm not taking anymore chances." He had to hurry.
BPrue quietly snuck away. She knew she had a task. She also knew exactly where Gabriel and Helena were. She also knew what SPrue did. It was just a matter of time which side got to Gabriel first. She couldn't use her magic, but she had a purse full of cash. She called a cab.
"Gabriel is a master strategist. He's been alive for god knows how many years. He been and fought every battle since, well forever! We need a new plan." Phoebe, she took history in college. It wasn't the generals that won the war, it was their teams.
"Yeah. You're right." Prue, she felt her twin's death. It was like a piece of her was ripped away. "I couldn't stand losing you as well. Both of my twins, they lost so much." Both Prues were depressed losing their families. No way was she losing Paige and Phoebe. Piper was thankfully still away, but still didn't call back. Prue swore to head to Lawrence to see if she was okay once this was all over. "Okay, where is Blonde Me? Prue! Prrruuee."
Paige heads downstairs. Seeing a note, she runs back up.
"She's gone!"
"Dammit. She went to find Helena." BPrue, she must have been listening.
"Let's go." BPrue left directions.
"Gabriel. Why?" Helena, she died once Gabriel stabbed her. Her soul, it went into that sword.
BPrue, she was expecting this. That's why she sent her twin the other direction. She had her orders.
"Well, I don't know if you are a clone, but your soul will be useful." Once he saw BPrue rip off her jacket, he ran out as fast as he can. He knew what that was.
"Sorry Prue." She slams her hand over the bomb she had on her chest. 'This for you Gadreel.' She had the Energy Focusing Sigil carved on her chest. That bomb had the Power of Heaven.
Prue immediately passes out in the car.
"Prue? Prue? Oh god. Phoebe!"
Inspector Sheridan was looking at the dead body of Prue Halliwell. That trick with the whisky, clever woman.
"And you sure that's her."
"Did every test there was. DNA, fingerprints, DMV, Birth Certificate. That woman is definitely Prue Halliwell." The coroner was confused why the Inspector was so interested.
"That's impossible. I saw her at her home." Sheridan, tbe last thing she remembered was meeting with Phoebe Halliwell and meeting her sisters outside. The next thing she knew was waking up on her desk.
"Down to the last detail. Even identical twins have different variants on their fingerprints. Unless, you want to call Ripley's, this is definitely Prue Halliwell."
"Okay. Don't say nothing till I get back. No phone calls, no faxes, nothing. Not till I get back." That's it, screw her orders.
"Argh!" Prue, she was pushing hard.
"You're almost there! Push!"
Her baby. Prue couldn't wait. She screamed when she finished.
"It's a boy!" Prue smiled a empty smile, her eyes dark as she was handed over her son.
"Hi." He was so beautiful. He had dark hair like hers. His eyes, Prue didn't care if they were empty. "Are you hungry? Don't worry. There is plenty to eat."
The delivery room was full of dead nurses and a doctor. The entire neonatal ward was full of blood, the dead bodies of every staff member, patients and visitors laying dead, their faces frozen in horror. The babies and small children were okay, they were slaves for her son.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word. Mommy is going to get you a mockingbird." She knew, who her son wanted. "Don't worry love, I'll get you everything you ever deserve."
"Prue? Prue! Wake up!" Prue sat up and banged her head on the car's ceiling. "You alright?" Phoebe, she pulled over on the side of the road.
"Oh god." She didn't care that her head was throbbing. Her dream. That thing she was holding in her arms. "Where's Prue?"
"Dead." On their way to the estate where BPrue was at, all three knew she was sending them to a random direction. They all knew where she would be. Before they got there, they were blinded by a bright white light. Luckily, Phoebe was slowing down, and didn't crash. But everyone else. They were stuck in traffic. Especially with car accidents everywhere. "We can't go anywhere."
Gabriel was laying dead, impaled by his own sword. Zankou was holding on to the Crystal Sword.
"So many potential candidates. You did good for Evil, Gabriel. You and and your sister. Sorry, but you have a long road before you two become full fledged demons." The souls inside, Zankou was glad to reach them before Michael. "As for the rest of you, you'll be fine students at the Academy." The Soul Trader isn't the only one who knows how to recreate the dead. Zankou wasn't Headmaster, but was the leader of the school he was assigned at. "Abbadon!"
Abbadon rolled her eyes at Zankou.
"The hell do you want?"
"How's the Surface World?"
"Police are baffled if you are asking. That Prue woman, she set off a Soul Bomb. That estate where Helena's dead body is at, it's now a deep crater. The FBI is calling it a nuclear explosion."
"All that to kill one. Michael, you fool." Zankou knew he only sent both Prues to kill this world's Prue. He knew, he knew what the future held. But he knew human nature. Both Prues refused to commit murder. Instead, Prue 2 prayed hard to die. Prue 3, she sent Prue 1 away so she and her sisters could stay safe by blowing up Helena and Gabriel. Those souls in Gabriel's Sword would have been part of the Bomb. Thankfully, Zankou got to them first. He whispered to Gabriel to run, that Prue had a unstoppable weapon that can kill him forever. "Well, let's celebrate." He grabs Abbadon and starts kissing her. Abbadon, she didn't mind. Sex was sex.
Sheridan was arguing with the person on the other side.
"I know what I saw! Prue, she was dead!" After she finished her investigation at the estate where that explosion happened, she went to grab the still living Prue Halliwell. When she got there, she saw the dead body of the coroner. Heart attack.
Sheridan was staring at the slab with disbelief.
"This had you on it." Prue Halliwell, her body was ice cold. She was dead. Sheridan knew it. Whoever this woman was, she was looking at the empty freezer.
"I don't know what to tell you. As you can see, I'm still very much alive. Goodnight."
All of the notes, evidence, they were all empty. The computer drive, wiped clean. No DNA was ever found of Prue Halliwell in that morgue. It was like she was never there. Her only witness, Coroner Phills, he died of a massive heart attack.
Her investigation yielded nothing. Her own notes, as well as her evidence. They were gone. When she asked her colleagues, they all said no one ever touched her desk or the evidence room. When she checked, the blood stained hat was gone.
As for her witness, that homeless man. He was found blabbing incoherently. He couldn't speak proper sentences. Plus the paramedics that took the body away, as well as the police that were present at both crime scenes, they all were killed in the San Francisco Freeway accident.
"But. Yes sir." Sheridan. She got her orders. Fuck off. She hung up the phone. She wanted to cry. She was a cop, but the person she was working for, he was not human. Not anymore.
"Another late night?" A friendly voice says. He was new, clearly a new rookie working his first night shift. He was pouring a cup of coffee.
"I didn't get where I am by not working hard!" She joked. She smiled warmly at the new kid.
"Remember to take breaks."
"I will." Sheridan. She wasn't like Trudeau or Morris. She wasn't the Halliwell's lap dog. She took out her folder.
Witchcraft of the Twenty First Century
"What are you hiding Prue?" Maybe she couldn't do much, but she could go on her own case. Maybe there was no point of exposing them, but clearly Prue herself had something to hide. Sheridan won't rest till she finds it.
Andy Trudeau watches as the body of Prue Halliwell was being burned. He takes out his flask and takes a long sip.
"That isn't the Prue you know."
"I know. But she was an innocent girl." That Prue, she was truly beautiful. That hair. Andy never saw Prue with super long hair before. He looks at his partner. "The evidence?"
"Like it never happened." Shame about Phill's heart attack, he should have taken better care of himself. "Forget about these last few days."
"Yes sir." Andy. He wanted to protect Prue. Even working with Heaven, he'll keep her safe. He stayed till Prue 2 was completely gone. He then buried the ashes, but not before putting a bouquet of flowers over the gravesite. "Take care of your sisters." He whispered.
Dean, he was determined to find out where Sam went. At least he wasn't alone, Piper and Jody were with with him. They had a lead how to track down Sam. Piper, she had a reason to believe he was stuck in the past.
Sam he was staring confused at Dean. Or his lookalike. Who was this guy?