A/N: This chapter hasn't been spellchecked either. :p
Phoebe sighed and went over to the door. She looked out the tiny window and saw Ernie, the only other staff member who was ever really nice to her. She knocked on the window and was happy when she caught Ernie's attention.
He came over to the window and smiled at her.
"What's up?" He asked.
Phoebe motioned toward the lock and Ernie shook his head.
"You know I can't do that."
"Please." Phoebe begged.
Ernie sighed and pulled out a set of keys. He opened the door and frowned at Phoebe.
"What is it?" Ernie asked.
"I want to aplogize in advance." Phoebe said and slung her bag over her shoulder.
"Apologize? For what?" Ernie asked.
Phoebe took her bag in her hands and smacked Ernie in the face with it. He stumbled back and Phoebe pushed him into her room, then closed the door. Ernie's face appeared in the small window and he began screaming for Phoebe to let him out.
"I already apologized." Phoebe said and took off down the hall.
She reached the end of the hall and looked around to make sure she was alone. Once she was completely sure, she took a deep breath and levitated up to an air duct. She quickly opened it, threw her bag in, then climbed in herself.
Wasting no time, she began to crawl. Weaving her way around many corners, she got lost at least three times, but she was finally able to find Dr. Parker's office. Smiling, she pushed open the duct. The covering fell to the floor with a clatter and Phoebe regretted that immediately.
She pushed her bag out, then crawled out herself. She smiled at her graceful landing, then quickly picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Her smile widened when she saw the windows; the only openable windows to her knowledge.
She quickly made her way over to a window and opened it. She dropped her bag first, then slid out. She was careful to close the window behind her. She once again slung her bag over her shoulder, then took off running.
* * * *
Belthazor walked swiftly into The Source's chamber and kneeled before The Source.
"I am not pleased." The Source declared.
"What has happened?" Belthazor asked.
"The Charmed One has escaped." The Source said.
"How is that possible?" Belthazor asked. "She was... taken care of."
"She is free." The Source said. "That is all that matters. You know what must be done."
"It shall be done." Belthazor said and shimmered out.
* * * *
Phoebe hurried quickly to where she remembered Paige's loft to be. She couldn't help but wonder if it was really real or not. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe it was all in her head. She decided that there was only one way to find out.
About a block away from the building is when Phoebe sensed trouble. She couldn't see anything, but she knew that something was watching, following her.
"Whatever you are," She called out. "Leave me alone!"
She turned a corner and all the color drained from her face. Smiling down at her was Belthazor, the demon reformed.
Phoebe screamed and ran around him. As she ran, she could hear him getting closer and closer. She knew he wasn't even running, and that scared her. She quickly threw down her bag, hoping that would help her gain some speed and maybe even distract him.
Phoebe looked behind her and saw that he was gone. Not wanting to take any risks, she continued running until she wound up in front of the building.
"Paige!" Phoebe screamed and looked behind her worriedly. "PAIGE!"
Belthazor shimmered behind her and grabbed her round the middle.
"PAIGE!" Phoebe screamed as loudly as she could, then Belthazor clamped a hand over her mouth.
"I think we should break up." Belthazor said, then an athame formed in his hand.
Phoebe struggled against his grip, but it did no good. Belthazor plunged the knife into Phoebe's stomach. He pulled it out slowly, then let Phoebe drop to the ground. Satisfied with his work, Belthazor shimmered out.
"Help me... Prue..."
* * * *
Prue dropped the glass she was holding as her eyes shut on their own.
"What is it?" Piper asked and went over to her.
"Didn't you hear it?" Prue asked.
"Hear what?" Piper asked.
"I thought I heard someone call me." Prue said. "It was so strange. Almost like a premonition sort of."
"Phoebe's the one with premonitions." Piper said and playfully smacked Prue with a dishtowel. "Don't go trying to steal her thunder."
"Something's not right." Prue said quietly.
* * * *
Paige Matthews pulled herself out of bed and went to the window. She yawned and opened it.
"Who's calling my name?" She yelled.
She then looked down and saw a woman lying in the street, a puddle of blood around her.
"Oh God." Paige breathed and rushed to the phone.
Phoebe sighed and went over to the door. She looked out the tiny window and saw Ernie, the only other staff member who was ever really nice to her. She knocked on the window and was happy when she caught Ernie's attention.
He came over to the window and smiled at her.
"What's up?" He asked.
Phoebe motioned toward the lock and Ernie shook his head.
"You know I can't do that."
"Please." Phoebe begged.
Ernie sighed and pulled out a set of keys. He opened the door and frowned at Phoebe.
"What is it?" Ernie asked.
"I want to aplogize in advance." Phoebe said and slung her bag over her shoulder.
"Apologize? For what?" Ernie asked.
Phoebe took her bag in her hands and smacked Ernie in the face with it. He stumbled back and Phoebe pushed him into her room, then closed the door. Ernie's face appeared in the small window and he began screaming for Phoebe to let him out.
"I already apologized." Phoebe said and took off down the hall.
She reached the end of the hall and looked around to make sure she was alone. Once she was completely sure, she took a deep breath and levitated up to an air duct. She quickly opened it, threw her bag in, then climbed in herself.
Wasting no time, she began to crawl. Weaving her way around many corners, she got lost at least three times, but she was finally able to find Dr. Parker's office. Smiling, she pushed open the duct. The covering fell to the floor with a clatter and Phoebe regretted that immediately.
She pushed her bag out, then crawled out herself. She smiled at her graceful landing, then quickly picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Her smile widened when she saw the windows; the only openable windows to her knowledge.
She quickly made her way over to a window and opened it. She dropped her bag first, then slid out. She was careful to close the window behind her. She once again slung her bag over her shoulder, then took off running.
* * * *
Belthazor walked swiftly into The Source's chamber and kneeled before The Source.
"I am not pleased." The Source declared.
"What has happened?" Belthazor asked.
"The Charmed One has escaped." The Source said.
"How is that possible?" Belthazor asked. "She was... taken care of."
"She is free." The Source said. "That is all that matters. You know what must be done."
"It shall be done." Belthazor said and shimmered out.
* * * *
Phoebe hurried quickly to where she remembered Paige's loft to be. She couldn't help but wonder if it was really real or not. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe it was all in her head. She decided that there was only one way to find out.
About a block away from the building is when Phoebe sensed trouble. She couldn't see anything, but she knew that something was watching, following her.
"Whatever you are," She called out. "Leave me alone!"
She turned a corner and all the color drained from her face. Smiling down at her was Belthazor, the demon reformed.
Phoebe screamed and ran around him. As she ran, she could hear him getting closer and closer. She knew he wasn't even running, and that scared her. She quickly threw down her bag, hoping that would help her gain some speed and maybe even distract him.
Phoebe looked behind her and saw that he was gone. Not wanting to take any risks, she continued running until she wound up in front of the building.
"Paige!" Phoebe screamed and looked behind her worriedly. "PAIGE!"
Belthazor shimmered behind her and grabbed her round the middle.
"PAIGE!" Phoebe screamed as loudly as she could, then Belthazor clamped a hand over her mouth.
"I think we should break up." Belthazor said, then an athame formed in his hand.
Phoebe struggled against his grip, but it did no good. Belthazor plunged the knife into Phoebe's stomach. He pulled it out slowly, then let Phoebe drop to the ground. Satisfied with his work, Belthazor shimmered out.
"Help me... Prue..."
* * * *
Prue dropped the glass she was holding as her eyes shut on their own.
"What is it?" Piper asked and went over to her.
"Didn't you hear it?" Prue asked.
"Hear what?" Piper asked.
"I thought I heard someone call me." Prue said. "It was so strange. Almost like a premonition sort of."
"Phoebe's the one with premonitions." Piper said and playfully smacked Prue with a dishtowel. "Don't go trying to steal her thunder."
"Something's not right." Prue said quietly.
* * * *
Paige Matthews pulled herself out of bed and went to the window. She yawned and opened it.
"Who's calling my name?" She yelled.
She then looked down and saw a woman lying in the street, a puddle of blood around her.
"Oh God." Paige breathed and rushed to the phone.