The Train
The porter closed the gates of
Covent Garden station and went to his home. He felt a cold wind.
"Strange," he thought, "Normally there is no wind." When he
was inside and had lighted the light he heard a train entering the station. "There
are no trains after 10 p.m. So what's that," he thought. Then he heard a
loud scream and all the lights went out. He ran towards the lift. It came up.
Up, higher, higher and it stopped. Somebody stood there and his face rose in
horror. It was his sister who he hadn't seen in years and everyone thought that
she had been killed. She looked so scary with her dirty face and clothes. "Brother…
help me." Now he saw that she was wounded very badly. "Come, I'll take you inside,"
he told her. She didn't hear him because she already had fainted. Inside he
tried to call 911 but all the lines were dead. Luckily he knew how to take care
of wounded people because he had studied medicines for a while. He put his
sister on his bed and untied her jacket. He saw that this was an extraordinary
wound, it was like something had burned her. Suddenly he heard other voices… He
completely forgot about the train. He went to the station with the lift. Then
he saw that the train that was standing there wasn't an ordinary. It was like a
big… "What was it?" he thought. "It's too dark to see
clearly." Suddenly he heard the voices again. "Where can I
hide?" He panicked and jumped in the train. "Yes, but we must be
careful," he heard a voice saying. It was a man that he could hear. Then
he heard a ladies voice. "I know but where has Althea gone to?"
"Oh no, they are coming after my sister…" he thought. "I smell
something," he heard a third voice saying. "Humans in the
train," he continued. "Ignore them, our friend will take care of him,"
the lady spoke again. Suddenly he felt like something was watching him. Slowly
he turned around and what he saw was beyond imaging. Then he fainted.
"Brother, Peter wake
up," he heard a voice saying. He blinked his eyes but he couldn't see
everything very clearly. "Where am I," he wondered not knowing that
he said it loud. " You're in your bed at your home." "Suddenly
he remembered everything and shouted, "Please don't eat me."
"Calm down there isn't anybody here," he heard. "Althea is that
really you..?" "Yes it is me. Where were you last night? When I woke
I didn't see you anywhere, so I went to the platform and I saw you lying there
on the rails. You're lucky that there weren't any trains yesterday
evening." "Your wound has heeled, how is that possible?" he said
very surprised. "Wound?? I wasn't wounded," his sister answered.
"What are you doing here?" I came to visit you. Why do you look so
surprised? Can't a sister visit her brother?" "Althea, you never came
to visit me after you left home to study in England." There was a loud
knock on the door. "I'll open it," he said. "You can take a
shower or something like that." When he opened the door he saw that a cop
was standing there. "Can I come in?" he asked. "Sure, what's
wrong officer?" he asked polite. "You are Peter Fowler, the guard of
Covent Garden?" Yes, I am, " he answered. "I'm Officer Roberts,
I want to ask you some questions about last night." "Yes sir, what is
it," he answered. "Why weren't the gates shut?" "I closed
the gates, sir?" "They were open this morning but you're sure that
you have closed them?" He nodded. "Strange. Will you please come with
me to the platform?" "Yes of course." "He found everything
very strange: the train, the sudden arrival of his sister, that thing inside
the train and the open gates. The platform was closed; no one could enter it.
"Why did they close the station?" he asked the cop. "You'll see.
Just follow me." When he walked towards the red lint he was wondering if
he should tell the officer about the train but he thought that no one would
believe him, so he didn't. Then he saw why all those policemen were here. On
ground lay a corps, heavily burned. He was shocked; in the 10 years he had
worked at the station nobody had been killed. When he looked at the face, he recognised
the person. It was a close friend of his. "It's clear that you know this
person," the cop said. "Yes… I do… It was a close friend of
mine," he answered. "Did you hear anything strange last night
something like a scream or anything?" the cop asked. "Yes," he
said slowly. "After closing the gates I heard a train and suddenly all the
lights went out and I heard a scream," he said. "Did you go to the
platform and see what had happened?" "I was planning to, but then the
lift came up and I saw that it was my sister. She was wounded and I took her in
to take care of her," he answered. "Can we talk to your sister? Or
has she left the building?" "No, she is still inside." You get
the woman," Officer Roberts said to two others.
After a lot of talk with my
sister and me the police couldn't find anything so they went away. That night I
closed the gates and made sure that they were locked. Again I felt the strange
wind. When I came back to my house above the station I found my sister missing.
At 11 p.m. I heard the train again. I waited for the scream and it came, louder
then yesterday. After that the lights went out but now I was prepared. I took
my flashlight and shone on the platform. The scarlet train was back. But this
time the lift didn't came. I tried to sleep but I was too worried. The next
morning the police came again. Somebody had been burned to death. My sister's
disappearance was really suspicious and I was questioned and my apartment was
searched. Night after night it happened again and I stayed in. But after more
killings I decided not to let them frighten me anymore. I was the only one who
could stop this. So the next night I went down to the platform after I heard
the scream. The voices were back again. To my great surprise they were the same
as the first night. "So now we've got everyone except," spoke the
lady. "Except the charmed ones," said the man cold. "How do we
get," a sudden hesitation, " the Halliwell sisters. They are with
three and their powers…" spoke a third one. "What's wrong?"
asked the women. "A human," answered the second man, "but he's
the one…" But I heard enough, I had to warn the Halliwell sisters. I went
upstairs and there stood one of those people. Well, it wasn't a man or women.
It was ugly and scary. "So human…" he spoke softly, "what are
you doing…." But he vanished just if somebody or something had called him.
He searched for the phone book and looked for the name "Halliwell."
Luckily for him there were only three names in it. He called the first one. "Hello,
I'm searching for the Halliwell sisters," but it was a man and he said
that there were no Halliwell sisters. So he called the second one.
"Hello," answered a sleepy voice. "Um, I'm sorry to wake you but
I'm looking for the Halliwell sisters. Also named the charmed ones, " he
added and then it was silent. "Is anybody there?" he asked.
"Yeah, wait up." He heard her calling to two others. "Are you
still there mister?" "Yes." "Would you like to come over
here?" "Why?" "We are the ones you seek. We are the charmed
ones." "Sure, I'll be there in half an hour." He walked through
the backdoor and got to his car. After driving to the dark streets of L.A. he
finally came to a big manor. "This should be it," he mumbled. He rang
the door and a woman with short black hair opened. "Are you…" He
nodded. "Piper now," he heard. "So he's a human or
warlock," Piper said after freezing him. "And there is only one way
to find out," Phoebe replied who carried a needle. She gave it to Prue who
stung him and mumbled, "Unfreeze him." "Ouch," Peter said
watching his hand bleed. "Here," Phoebe said as she gave him a
plaster. "So why did you came here?" asked Prue. "I'm Peter, the
guard of Covent Garden. Can I come in?" he asked as he still stood
outside. "Sure," said Piper friendly. "You are the Halliwell
sisters, the charmed ones?" "I'm Phoebe that's Piper and Prue but why
did you called us out bed?" "You know of the murders at Covent
Garden?" He didn't wait for an answer and continued, "You are next. I
heard them say that they should look out for your powers. By the way I don't
think they are human." "Piper the book," Prue ordered, "is
it true that all the bodies were burned?" "Yeah and inside the
scarlet train… Well I rather don't tell…" Peter whispered. "I found
the book like this," Piper said who came downstairs with an old heavy
book. "That… are those things," Peter said while pointing at a
picture of an ugly thing. "They are fire-demons," explained Piper.
"Demons," said Peter surprised, "right we aren't in a fairy
tale." "No, unfortunately not. We are witches," said Prue.
"Right and I'm the pope," he said sarcastic. "Look at
this," Prue said and raised her hand and lifted the tea table.
"Unbelievable," Peter muttered. "This is going to sound
strange," Phoebe said who spoke for the first time, "can I touch
you." "Sure, why not." Phoebe touched Peter and she had a
vision. "What's gotten into her," asked Peter. "She has a vision
about you," explained Piper, "are you all right?"
"Sure," Phoebe answered, "certainly these guys," while
pointing at the picture. "But guess what I saw? Their power source, a
dragon," she continued. "A what?" asked Prue. "I think it's
wise to get Leo," Piper suggested. "I quite agree. We know how to
defeat demons but dragons," said Phoebe. "Sure but how do we defeat
the dragons?" asked Prue. "Cutting off their power source and stab
them with a water dagger. Whatever that maybe," answered Piper. A blond
guy walked in and asked, "What's wrong? Whitelighters need their rest
also." "Leo," Phoebe said worried, "how can we defeat a dragon?"
"A what?" he answered, "and who is this?" Leo looked at
Peter. "He told us about the fire-demons and he's the guard of Covent
Garden." "Ooh, sure but did you say fire-demons?" asked Leo.
They nodded. "Those people murdered where witches and wizards?" asked
Peter. "I'm afraid so otherwise they wouldn't be murdered," said
Phoebe. Peter wasn't surprised or at least he didn't show it. "Do you know
how to get a water dagger," asked Prue Leo. "I think the museum has
one." "I'll teleporte myself there and get it. You think of how to
take care of the dragon," Prue said. "Peter, you can sit down
now," Phoebe said. "Sure, it's kind of strange," he muttered.
"How do we kill the dragon? Freeze and then stab him," asked Piper. "No,
you have to call an other dragon," said Leo. "What no other
way?" He shook his head. "Well… I'll look in the book of
shadows," suggested Piper. Prue came back with a strange blue dagger.
"Um Leo," Peter asked, "do you know anything about my sister?"
"Why do you think that?" "You look the guy who knows
everything." "I'll give it a shot. What's her name."
"Althea, Althea Fowler." Leo became strangely pale and whispered
something and Phoebe nodded. "You're called Peter" he asked without a
reason. Peter nodded. "I found it," yelled Piper. She walked back in
the living room. "Here is the spell but there is only one problem,"
Piper said, "we need four. Leo?" "No I can't do that magic. Use
Peter." "Why? He's not a wizard," said Phoebe. "He comes
out the line of an ancient line of wizards and witches. Perhaps his powers
aren't working yet." "We've got to get there now," said Piper.
"They always leave at 5 o'clock so we've got two hours," Peter said
who suddenly felt brave as he now knew that he also was a wizard. "Leo,"
whispered Prue who bent towards him so that no one could hear them. "How
did you know…" Prue continued and moved her head towards Peter. "I
was his father's whitelighter several years ago." "Shall we go,"
suggested Phoebe. "Yes, we should otherwise they are gone," answered
Piper. "I must go too," said Leo, "good luck." "We've
got the spell," asked Prue. Piper nodded, "I copied it." Peter
said the directions and they drove through the open gates. "Stop,"
said a fire demon. Piper froze him and Prue moved him away. They went to the
platform silently and got in the train without being seen. "Get each
others hand," ordered Piper. They saw a giant red dragon. "Why didn't
you say it was so big," Prue whispered. The got the sheet of paper and
began to cast the spell.
"Hear us mystical dragon,
We, 4 witches and wizards
Need your help to defeat this evil dragon."
And bit by bit a big dragon appeared. The scarlet dragon awoke and the 2
got in a heavy fight. After several stings the scarlet dragon was out and after
a few firebolts he was dead. Then both dragons disappeared. "Now we have to wait,"
whispered Phoebe, "they will notice their power is gone." "And
come walking in here to see what has happened," continued Prue. It was
after a few minutes the first demon arrived. Piper froze him and Prue stabbed
him. "One down," smiled Phoebe. Suddenly she yelled. "Do nothing
or she'll die," a demon said to Piper and Prue. He didn't saw Peter
because he stood in the shadows. Suddenly his hand did something he couldn't
control. A large firebolt hit the demon and Prue stabbed it. "Nice power
you got there, Pete," smiled Phoebe. A girl entered the train and Peter
yelled, "Don't!" but it was too late. Althea was frozen. "That's
my sister!" "Your sister," asked Piper who unfroze her.
"Althea what are you doing?" "Where is our dragon," she
asked. "Killed," Peter answered. "Peter watch out!,"
shouted Prue. Althea changed into a fire-demon and wanted to attack Peter.
Piper froze her and two others who entered and Prue stabbed them all. "My
sister," he said full unbelief, "a demon." There was a moment of
silent and suddenly Peter felt the cold wind. "The train," yelled
Phoebe, "it's disappearing!" They jumped out the train and it was
gone seconds later. "That means it's over," sighed Piper.
"Freeze him," whispered Prue. "What??" "Just do
it." So Piper did but nothing happened. She was sure it worked as the
clock above them stopped. "What was that all about?" Piper asked.
"Just checking, with his sister a demon," answered Prue relieved.
"This was a hell of a night," sighed Peter. "You can say that
again," sighed Piper also. "So what are you going to do with your
power," asked Phoebe. "I think that I'm going to rest," he
answered, "then visit my mom for some answers. Then I'll see."
"Well… We've got to go now," said Prue, "but you can to us
anytime." "Thank you," Peter answered. Peter went back to his
home and the three sisters to theirs. "You can say that again," Peter
sighed as he lay down. And fell asleep a few minutes later.
