The Battle
Nothing had prepared the Halliwell sisters for what was to come,
not even their most horrific nightmare had been this terrifying. With a loud
thundering clash, the gates of Hell opened. Spirals of power, energy so intense
that the sisters could feel their skin crawling with heat, whirled around the
sisters. The temperature rose quickly, causing all that was human to immediately
sweat.
An overpowering wind begin to whirl around. Objects were flying
throughout the room. Small and large objects alike were picked up and swirled at
the sisters. A large desk was picked up like it was a tooth-picked and tossed
roughly at Piper. Piper was hit squarely on her shoulder. She fell as if
perplexed.
Fearing that the force of such a large object had killed his
beloved, Leo came rushing toward her side. "Piper, Piper, are you okay? Please
speak to me." Leo reached out and lightly toughed her face.
Feebly, Piper's eyes opened and looking at Leo she saw his
unspeakable love. Love so great, so precious, yet, through all this love it
would not quash her angry over what he had said and his promise not to save her
sister.
Looking at Piper, Leo could see that she was badly hurt. A quick
assessment confirmed that her shoulder was dislocated and her cervical bone was
broken. Leo screamed to Andy. "Help me get her to some place safer. She is hurt
badly."
Quickly Andy was there looking at her, concern in his eyes.
"Come on, Piper. Be careful. This is going to hurt," Andy stated as he started
to gently left her up off the floor.
Phoebe was having a rough time as well. The windows were
shattering as if hurricane was bombarding the house. Glass was flying
everywhere. She tried to cover her face; fearful of the just recently healed
eyes. Glass came toward her and sliced her face and arms mercilessly. Blood was
running down her arms. The blood begin to drip down her fingers and pool onto
the floor. The pain was excruciating and despite her best attempts, tears began
to form in her eyes. Tears flowed and her face became tear-streaked. Grams and
her mother were there beside her trying to shield her with their celestial
bodies and it was beginning to work.
With Grams and their mother helping Phoebe and Leo and Andy
helping Piper, Prue was left wide open for attack. With sudden unleashed
vengeance, Prue and this evil incarnate began to fight. At first Prue used her
powers helplessly trying to move him out. But the battle intensified and she
could barely keep up with the objects he was throwing.
Objects were thrown violently at Prue, crashing into her petite
frame. She could feel deep cuts in her body as glass riddled it. The cuts, some
very deep were pouring blood freely. She could feel her ribs break as a table
thrust into her. Remotely, she could taste the coppery blood that reached her
mouth from punctured lungs and slowly dripped down her chin.
Bloodied and broken, Prue body gave way and she fell to her
knees. Her body ached and her mind was reeling. Her spirit was beginning to fail
her. She had no more strength to fight.
Somewhere deep in her mind, Prue remembered something. "What was
it?" she asked herself. Her memory started to fade in. She was young. Her mother
was leaning down beside her and speaking. "Prue, take care of your sisters. I
want you to remember, no matter what happens you need to protect them." Prue had
always remembered that. The promise to do so had become her life's guiding
purpose. But now after all these years, she remembered something else, the last
part of her mother's request. Her mother had told her not only to protect her
sisters, but also remember to protect all those that are like them. Though she
was uncertain what that really meant, she knew that this part of that of her
destiny was to fulfill that request.
Prue had forgotten this request. Having remembered, she felt
renewed. As the swirling fury spun around her, Prue felt an inner peace. After
all these years she remembered and she understood. Her mother had known this day
would come. She had known that Prue would be here and that Prue would continue
to be the protector.
He seen the realization in her face and his efforts against Prue
intensified. As he threw an object, she would deflect it with her hands and with
her eyes. She begin to fight with skill she had never had before. She was
pushing back against the force that was upon her. She was fighting for survival
- her sisters' survival and for all innocents.
Prue searched through the flashing colors and flying objects for
her sisters. She could see Piper being moved to the less turbulent section of
the room. Grams and mother were cowered over Phoebe. Both of her sisters were
safe- for now.
Prue knew what she had to do and that she had to do it now.
Slowly she walked toward the evilness. Reaching out with her hands she touched
it. The room stilled immediately. A quite eerie darkness fell as objects in
mid-flight crashed to the floor and the wind and heat subsided.
He knew he made a mistake. Prue Halliwell was cunning. She had
thought of what no others before had. She knew that the answer laid not in the
physical, but the metaphysical reaches of the universe. Prue had went into the
dark reaches of her human mind and into the depths of her very soul. She now had
a chance of winning.
He begin to afflict as much pain as possible upon Prue's human
body. His first thought was that if he could cause so much pain that she would
drive herself out and back into where the battle could be won. His thought was
to use physical pain to trick her into believing that the battle here was the
same as out there.
Pain begin to rock Prue. The pain was beyond explanation. She
was barely on her feet as he unleashed bouts of torture. First, she felt that
she was being burned up alive. Then needle-like sensations went throughout her
body. Ulcerating sores begin to appear and ooze. Pressure from inside her body
begin to make her feel like she would combust. Blood started to trickle out of
her mouth, nose and corners of her eyes as the pressure increased. The pressure
was building and her body felt as if she was being twisted inside out.
Piper and Phoebe watched helplessly. They had never seen the
battle of evil and goodness in its purest sense. It was terrifying to watch. It
was even more terrifying knowing what they were watching was their sister.
"What's happening?" asked Phoebe. Although she was too terrified
to watch, her love for her sister forced her to look on. She could hear Piper
silently praying beside her as Piper slowly swayed.
As Piper and Phoebe watched, they could see the struggle on
Prue's face as her body was being contorted by pure thought alone. Yet Prue seem
to be giving as good as she was taking. For the first time, the demon begin to
waiver. He appeared uncertain how to defeat this mere human. For this human had
seen a weakness in his plan and she had used it to go into his world and fight.
He was growing tired of the battle. Although he was not
defeated, he hadn't won either. He knew if he had any chance of keeping the
momentum in his favor, he would have to defeat her quickly. But he couldn't kill
her – well at least not in this world or on this level. Doing it here would only
bring victory. He would have to change his strategy and change it
quickly.
Through all that he gave out, Prue held fast. She would not give
in. Prue stood in the turmoil, taking whatever he could think of next. Although
deeply in pain, Prue was content. She had within her the knowledge that she
would win, even though her life was slowly ebbing from her. She knew that this
was the end and she would have to make sure that it happened here, that she
would die so others could live. It was her destiny. It had always been her
destiny. She hoped her sisters would understand and forgive her for what she
would do next.
Prue begin to pray. She asked for comfort as she begin to close
her eyes and gently give into the warmth and beauty of what laid ahead. She let
the pain overtake her. She softly moaned and fell as if axed by some unforeseen
enemy.
He screamed - the piercing scream of defeat. Prue Halliwell had
won. She was dead.
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