Piper and Phoebe had been following Prue for the whole day and hadn't seen her do anything extremely odd. She had some odd things happen *to* her though. A dog barked at her, then ran down the street with its tail between its legs. A small child saw her and began to cry. A street prophet looked at her and yelled "The end is near!"
Piper and Phoebe thought the events of the day were, in fact, odd... but just because the day was over, night and it's oddities were not.
"This always happens in the beginning of a scary movie." Phoebe whispered to Piper. "Someone always goes somewhere dark and dies and no one ever finds the bodies."
"Phoebe, please!" Piper whispered, then darted behind some large crates.
They had followed Prue to a pier at the docks and nothing was looking good. Prue stopped under a lamp post and Piper was suddenly reminded of every detective movie she had ever seen. Prue looked around, then took a cigarette from her pocket and put it in her mouth. She was searching her pockets for a lighter when suddenly a man in a black suit stepped into the light.
"Need a light?"
Prue looked up and smiled.
"You old dog."
"Awfully chummy, aren't they?" Phoebe whispered to Piper.
"Smoking body you've got there." The man said to Prue as he lit her cigarette.
"You know I try." Prue said and let a puff of smoke escape from her mouth.
"It's better than you're natural body..."
"You callin' me ugly?" Prue asked. The man chuckled and put his lighter in his pocket.
"I would never." He said. "As you know, I'm not exactly a beauty au natural either."
"I'm going to like this one." Prue said.
"Really? You usually hate them. Imperfections everywhere, as you say."
"True, but this one... telekinesis."
"Teleki - you're kidding." The man said.
"She's a witch." Prue said. "This wasn't random like all the others. This one is fate, my friend."
"I thought you didn't believe in fate."
"Only when it doesn't go my way." Prue said with a sly smile, then blew a puff of smoke from the corner of her mouth.
"So, what're your plans for this one?"
"Well, I figure I'll kill her sisters, take over a corporation, make millions, outlive everyone, take my millions and start over again in a hundred years." Prue said. "You know, the usual."
"Don't you want to venture out. I mean, living century to century is so... outdated."
"We're not all modern demons like you." Prue said. "Some of us like the old-fashioned way. It keeps things interesting."
"Living in the now, it pleases me." The man said. "I've built up millions and all I have to do is change my name once every seventy years or so, then arrange a funeral for my dear, departed alias. I swear, there's like a hundred empty graves out there."
Prue and the man laughed a little, but Piper and Phoebe didn't get the joke.
"There's only one problem with this one." Prue said. "She's a fighter. She may be a little broken, but she wants this body more than I do at times."
"That's why I always keep the same body." The man said. "This guy must be what, four hundred, by now, but I keep his body healthy. He wasn't a fighter and ever since his soul died... mmmmm mmmm enjoyable."
"This one already died." Prue said. "I can feel it. She's been through the wringer more than once, I tell you. It's actually made her stronger. It's a real shame. I was hoping for a weakling."
"You always did love the challenge of makin' 'em stronger."
"Some humans like rebuilding cars, I like rebuilding strength in humans I possess." Prue said.
"This has got to stop, and soon." Phoebe whispered.
Prue took one last drag from her cigarette then threw it on the ground and stamped it out with her shoe. Then she put her hands in her jacket pockets and looked out toward the inky black water.
"So, what're you going to do next?" Prue asked.
"This name's brand new, so I think I'm gonna stick with it for a while. I'll probably go and buy out some little company, then turn it into the next Microsoft in a week."
"That's where we're different." Prue said. "You're into the corporate success stuff. I never got that."
"I'm going to give you a chance too."
Prue turned and looked at the man.
"What're you talking about?"
"Look, I've got the perfect body for you." The man said. "She looks a lot like this one actually. Now, I don't think she's a witch, but we could work a little magic of our own."
The man stopped speaking to smile crookedly, then he put his hands in his pockets and began to speak again.
"We could do it as a team." He continued. "We'd pose as a husband and wife, get the money, one of us would do the death thing and leave everything to the other."
"I dunno." Prue said. "I think that I'd like to do things differently."
"Come on, you gotta get out of this old fashioned stuff." The man said.
Prue smiled wickedly, then said, "I am."
Before anything could be said, a bright light surrounded Prue. She seemed to move in slow motion. A demon began making its way out of Prue, still in slow-mo.
After it was fully out, Prue's body slumped to the ground and Piper and Phoebe got a good look. It was taller than Prue and much more muscualar. It was green and had long claws. It cricked its neck, then reached out at the man. Its clawed hand plunged into his chest, then a bright light surrounded the demon and the man. The demon took a step forward and then was sucked into the man's body.
The man stood motionless, but horrific screams escaped from him. After a minute or two, the screams stopped and another bright light formed around him. This time another demon was thrown from the body.
The man smiled and straightened his tie. He looked down at the bloody demon and chuckled.
"I am getting into the game." He said. "And thanks for the body."
The man then snapped his fingers and disappeared. Piper and Phoebe came out of the daze they were in and ran over to Prue.
"Is that thing dead?" Phoebe asked. Piper looked over at the demon.
"It's dead."
Prue then opened her eyes and the first thing she did was cry.
Piper and Phoebe thought the events of the day were, in fact, odd... but just because the day was over, night and it's oddities were not.
"This always happens in the beginning of a scary movie." Phoebe whispered to Piper. "Someone always goes somewhere dark and dies and no one ever finds the bodies."
"Phoebe, please!" Piper whispered, then darted behind some large crates.
They had followed Prue to a pier at the docks and nothing was looking good. Prue stopped under a lamp post and Piper was suddenly reminded of every detective movie she had ever seen. Prue looked around, then took a cigarette from her pocket and put it in her mouth. She was searching her pockets for a lighter when suddenly a man in a black suit stepped into the light.
"Need a light?"
Prue looked up and smiled.
"You old dog."
"Awfully chummy, aren't they?" Phoebe whispered to Piper.
"Smoking body you've got there." The man said to Prue as he lit her cigarette.
"You know I try." Prue said and let a puff of smoke escape from her mouth.
"It's better than you're natural body..."
"You callin' me ugly?" Prue asked. The man chuckled and put his lighter in his pocket.
"I would never." He said. "As you know, I'm not exactly a beauty au natural either."
"I'm going to like this one." Prue said.
"Really? You usually hate them. Imperfections everywhere, as you say."
"True, but this one... telekinesis."
"Teleki - you're kidding." The man said.
"She's a witch." Prue said. "This wasn't random like all the others. This one is fate, my friend."
"I thought you didn't believe in fate."
"Only when it doesn't go my way." Prue said with a sly smile, then blew a puff of smoke from the corner of her mouth.
"So, what're your plans for this one?"
"Well, I figure I'll kill her sisters, take over a corporation, make millions, outlive everyone, take my millions and start over again in a hundred years." Prue said. "You know, the usual."
"Don't you want to venture out. I mean, living century to century is so... outdated."
"We're not all modern demons like you." Prue said. "Some of us like the old-fashioned way. It keeps things interesting."
"Living in the now, it pleases me." The man said. "I've built up millions and all I have to do is change my name once every seventy years or so, then arrange a funeral for my dear, departed alias. I swear, there's like a hundred empty graves out there."
Prue and the man laughed a little, but Piper and Phoebe didn't get the joke.
"There's only one problem with this one." Prue said. "She's a fighter. She may be a little broken, but she wants this body more than I do at times."
"That's why I always keep the same body." The man said. "This guy must be what, four hundred, by now, but I keep his body healthy. He wasn't a fighter and ever since his soul died... mmmmm mmmm enjoyable."
"This one already died." Prue said. "I can feel it. She's been through the wringer more than once, I tell you. It's actually made her stronger. It's a real shame. I was hoping for a weakling."
"You always did love the challenge of makin' 'em stronger."
"Some humans like rebuilding cars, I like rebuilding strength in humans I possess." Prue said.
"This has got to stop, and soon." Phoebe whispered.
Prue took one last drag from her cigarette then threw it on the ground and stamped it out with her shoe. Then she put her hands in her jacket pockets and looked out toward the inky black water.
"So, what're you going to do next?" Prue asked.
"This name's brand new, so I think I'm gonna stick with it for a while. I'll probably go and buy out some little company, then turn it into the next Microsoft in a week."
"That's where we're different." Prue said. "You're into the corporate success stuff. I never got that."
"I'm going to give you a chance too."
Prue turned and looked at the man.
"What're you talking about?"
"Look, I've got the perfect body for you." The man said. "She looks a lot like this one actually. Now, I don't think she's a witch, but we could work a little magic of our own."
The man stopped speaking to smile crookedly, then he put his hands in his pockets and began to speak again.
"We could do it as a team." He continued. "We'd pose as a husband and wife, get the money, one of us would do the death thing and leave everything to the other."
"I dunno." Prue said. "I think that I'd like to do things differently."
"Come on, you gotta get out of this old fashioned stuff." The man said.
Prue smiled wickedly, then said, "I am."
Before anything could be said, a bright light surrounded Prue. She seemed to move in slow motion. A demon began making its way out of Prue, still in slow-mo.
After it was fully out, Prue's body slumped to the ground and Piper and Phoebe got a good look. It was taller than Prue and much more muscualar. It was green and had long claws. It cricked its neck, then reached out at the man. Its clawed hand plunged into his chest, then a bright light surrounded the demon and the man. The demon took a step forward and then was sucked into the man's body.
The man stood motionless, but horrific screams escaped from him. After a minute or two, the screams stopped and another bright light formed around him. This time another demon was thrown from the body.
The man smiled and straightened his tie. He looked down at the bloody demon and chuckled.
"I am getting into the game." He said. "And thanks for the body."
The man then snapped his fingers and disappeared. Piper and Phoebe came out of the daze they were in and ran over to Prue.
"Is that thing dead?" Phoebe asked. Piper looked over at the demon.
"It's dead."
Prue then opened her eyes and the first thing she did was cry.
