The Difference
CHAPTER 5
Prue was dashing up the steps faster then her feet were
able to take her. Not to mention the fact that the shoes that
she was wearing wasn't necesserily the best for running, she
tripped on them twice on her way to Phoebe. Quickly she ripped
open the front door only to have to duck due to the fact that
a large object was hurdling in her direction.
"Prue!" Phoebe exclaimed, kicking the ugly demon in the
side of the head. Prue didn't respond, instead she pushed the
the demon from behind, sending it sprawling towards the floor.
She heard someone behind her and she was about to back kick them
but stopped short when the person yelled,
"No Stop!" It was obviously Cole, ducking as her foot narrowly
missed him. She didn't apologize nor looked back to face him, instead
she stared at the unconcious demon on the ground. When hitting the ground,
it appeared to have gotten cut up, but so would everyone else if they were
to land like that on the gravel. It was bleeding and Phoebe knelt down to see
if it was still even living.
"It's dead." she said, "It died really easily to. But looking at it's
back, you can see that it had already got hurt before.
"I know how it got hurt." replied Prue, looking at the demon in disbelief,
"It's exactly what happened before-" she cut herself short this time, realizing how
dangerous the situation was, "It's not dead. Don't touch it's blood!" she
exclaimed stepping back. The demon disapeered this time leaving a puddle on the
ground, instead of the stain in the carpet.
"If you touch it, you will most likely end up like Piper." Prue said.
"Uh Oh." Phoebe replied holding up her hand. From the tip of her index finger
down to her wrist, a patch of deep red demon blood was smeared across it.
She looked at Cole, her eyes rolled back, and she fell to the ground.