"They're going to kill you." Darryl told Phoebe.
"Wait, a minute. Who's they?" Phoebe asked.
"They are a group of people who believe witches are not needed in the world. They think that they can handle evils by themselves and that it is wrong to give one person more power then other people. Therefore, they are trying to kill all witches. They found a spell to get put your powers on hold so you can't use them." Darryl said.
"Where's Prue?" Phoebe asked.
"They got her." Piper whispered.
"How? She's the most powerful of all of us!"
"I don't know. When I tried to call her one of them picked up. He said that they would kill her."
"We have to save her," said Phoebe.
"You can't." Darryl cut in. "They'll kill you. Look, I know you love your sister. But the world can't live without you. If you and Phoebe are killed, evil will take over."
"Darryl." Phoebe said.
"Listen to me. You have to do something to right this wrong. Isn't there a spell where you can go back in time or something?"
"We can't do that unless they say we can. We must have upset them if they are allowing this to happen."
"Well, let's hope you can do ok out in Seattle. That's where I'm taking you."
~
"What are you doing to me! Let me go!" screamed Prue. She wrestled against the ropes that held her captive. She tried to make the ropes un-knot themselves, but it wasn't working.
"Poor little witchie lost her powers," a voice taunted her from a loudspeaker.
"Let me go!"
"Awe, we can't do that. You have too much power of our mortal world. It's time to take back what was handed to you years ago. Our world. It will no longer be the same once we get rid of you witches. We can handle things on our own."
"You don't know who you're dealing with." Prue tried to astral-project herself to Piper, but she couldn't.
"Don't try any of your tricks," the voice cautioned, "we took away your powers."
"You can't do that."
"We already have. Now, listen…Prue," the voice taunted again. "We know about you and your sisters. You're the lucky one who gets stuck with us. The other two have, ahem, escaped from our men. You tell us where they went, we will set you free."
"Never."
"You might want to consider our offer." Prue looked around for the speaker. She noticed it on the upper right corner of the wall. The walls of the room were barren. They were a light shade of blue-gray. It wasn't a pretty color. She looked down on herself. She was wearing ropes on her wrists and her ankles were chained together.
"Or what," she asked.
"Or this." A small viewing screen came down from the ceiling. Prue squinted at the screen. It suddenly turned off. A woman was tied to a stake. The stake was set on fire moments later. The woman screamed and obviously tried to transport herself out from the room. Laughter was heard around her.
"You'll burn me at the stake." Prue whispered.
"Good guess," the voice taunted her again. "Where are your sisters?"
"I told you, I don't know."
"Then we'll have to give you an unfortunate end." A small door opened in the side of the wall. Two armed guards walked through it, calmly looking towards Prue. They grabbed her roughly by each arm and dragged her out to another room. Three other witches sat in the room.
"Who are you?" asked Prue.
"We are the condemned," one of the others said bitterly.
