Chapter Three
Cole and Phoebe followed Leo downstairs. Leo wasted no time rushing to the phone and dialed Darryl's cell phone. Through the front door you could see it, the shadow through the glasses, creeping from window to window watching her every move. He could see her clenching onto Cole's left arm, hang on to him as tight as possible, with a nerve-wrecking Leo holding the phone talking to Darryl. A creepy smirk formed on its face, "Two down one to go." Its voice had given Phoebe the chills; she shivered as Leo noticed a rounded shaped dark spot by the window in the living room. Suddenly the shadow disappeared. Leo dropped the phone and ran toward the window. Cole took noticed of how hard Phoebe his holding onto his arm and Leo took off running towards the windows.
"He's gone." Phoebe stood still not moving a muscle.
"He can't be, he can't move that fast. I still can catch up on him." Leo ran for the door. Unfortunately he didn't move fast enough. Opened the door exposed a pitched-black skyline across the city along with a dull, deserted street.
"Where is he?" Leo looked every way.
"I told you he's gone." Phoebe repeated her earlier statement.
"There's no way he is that fast." His voice was hoarse.
"Leo?! Leo!" Darryl voice was booming through the phone.
"Hello?" Cole picked up the phone.
"Is everyone ok?" He asked in concerned, his voice could be heard distance away.
"No, Darryl, everyone is not ok! Paige's dead and probably so is Piper!" Phoebe snatched the phone from Cole's hand and yelled through it.
Darryl eyes were practically popped out of his head. He didn't believe what he just heard. It couldn't be! "I'll be right over!" Turned off his cell and jumped into the car then took off.
"Leo, why don't you go up "there" and asked the elders if they know anything about it." Cole suggested.
"I can't, I have to stay here, what if he comes back…" Leo trailed off.
"Don't worry, we'll be here." Cole patted Leo on the shoulder for encouragement.
"Okay. I'll go." He stammered.
As the night grew darker, Cole, Phoebe, and Darryl were in the living room in silence. Cole had is arm around Phoebe seeing how perturbed she is. It'd been an hour and Leo isn't back yet.
"What's taken him so long?" She grew impatient.
"Why don't we just go and look for him now?" Darryl stood up.
Suddenly Phoebe's gasp took the attention; it was obvious that she had just pulled in another vision. It was so strong; it felt like it had pulled her into her own head, it was driving her! Flashes of lights sparked in all directions. She can see herself standing in the middle of the road, in the same near by the lake; she could hear screams of horror, of pains. She can see the man with an ax on his hand and yet his face was still unrevealed.
Back to reality, she held her head tightly like as if she was going to pull it off and collapsed onto the couch. Opened her eyes immediately in terror, gasping for air heavily. Sweats once more took over her face and body.
"Phoebe, are you ok?" Darryl got a hold of her.
"What did you see?" Cole asked in a panicky manner.
"Roads, the psycho, ax, screams, lake…" Phoebe holding onto Darryl and Cole's arms forcefully, "It was like a combination of horror movies pulls together into reality. It was strong!"
"Did you see his face?" Darryl looked at her with a concern expression.
"No, I couldn't. It was too dark." Phoebe said slowly looking up at the men.
"It seems like the guy have some access to your visions, he's having some kind of control over it." Cole analyzed.
"How? He's not supernatural." Phoebe questioned.
"He might now be, he maybe making a deal with one." Cole answered.
"Why don't you go and find out?" Phoebe asked.
"I can't leave you two alone here. It's too dangerous." Cole argued.
"What can get worse than this, Cole? Just please go. I have Darryl here. Go." Phoebe looked at him with a pair of tiring but pleasing eyes.
"Only if you're sure, then I'll go." Cole whispered.
"Go." She placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too." And with that he shimmered away.
Phoebe turned back to Darryl, she just wanted to collapse and cry. It was too much for her to handle, too painful. At this point, she doesn't even know what to do. The Charmed Ones is practically over.
"Are you sure you didn't find any finger print or footstep?" Phoebe asked, her voice was husky.
"No, nothing." Darryl pulled her in for a hug, "What name did you say it was?"
"Ben." Phoebe pulled away.
"Ben…" Darryl repeated slowly.
"What? Is there something wrong?" Phoebe asked look a Darryl with a concern face.
"Where's your laptop?" Darryl looked at Phoebe.
"In the kitchen, why?" Phoebe questioned him.
"I'm going to look up for the name." Darryl marched to the kitchen.
Dark clouds covered the dreary moon, enormous branches coated the sky, autumn leaves layered the street like snow, and wolves cried to the dull sky. The sound of shrieking thundered through the wood, bloodshed scattered everywhere, barks of trees coated with blood, stream of thick rich blood made it way down to the lake.
"Die witch! Die!" He screamed as he repeatedly stabbed her, then laughed like a maniac. "You're hopeless now! Look like your sister isn't compassionate as she looks?"
Screams of terror, horror, and dread, she screamed with all her might.
Phoebe blamed herself for the tragedy. If she had just told her sisters, this wouldn't have happened. No one would've died. Sitting in the kitchen, she sobbed as she leaned against Darryl.
"If I have just opened my mouth, none of this would have happened!" Phoebe said between tears.
"It's not your fault. Stop pouring this on yourself." Darryl tried to comfort her. Suddenly a squiggle of fog took form.
"I found nothing." Cole said. "I don't think it's any supernatural related."
"Then it's over." Phoebe gave up.
"Not so fast," Darryl scroll the mouse down "I think this is him, his name is Ben Carol, he was born in Manchester, California, raised here. And he was arrested for shoplifting in 1992, bankrupt in '94, murdered 5 women in '96, he was going to be executed in May of '96, but a week before that he escaped. And I think the picture of the trio symbol is similar to yours. It's apparently a symbol of a coven, in the next town, Haight, and another coven with 6 women, in Marina. Also other targets were Pacifica Heights, Twin Peaks, and Bay Point."
"And we're his next target. Well, obviously he had succeeds." Phoebe stood up.
"You said it was in a wooded place right?" Darryl asked.
"Yeah." Phoebe sniffed; her nose was stuffed from crying.
"Okay. I'm going to have every officer cover all parks and wooded area. And we're going to Menlo Park. Cole, why don't you shimmer to the Golden Gate Park?"
"Are you sure? What if Leo comes back?" Phoebe asked.
"We'll leave him a note. Let's get on it. We don't have time to waste. I'll contact the station." Darryl ordered.
"Alrighty. Love you." Cole said and gave Phoebe a kissed and shimmered back out.
Cole and Phoebe followed Leo downstairs. Leo wasted no time rushing to the phone and dialed Darryl's cell phone. Through the front door you could see it, the shadow through the glasses, creeping from window to window watching her every move. He could see her clenching onto Cole's left arm, hang on to him as tight as possible, with a nerve-wrecking Leo holding the phone talking to Darryl. A creepy smirk formed on its face, "Two down one to go." Its voice had given Phoebe the chills; she shivered as Leo noticed a rounded shaped dark spot by the window in the living room. Suddenly the shadow disappeared. Leo dropped the phone and ran toward the window. Cole took noticed of how hard Phoebe his holding onto his arm and Leo took off running towards the windows.
"He's gone." Phoebe stood still not moving a muscle.
"He can't be, he can't move that fast. I still can catch up on him." Leo ran for the door. Unfortunately he didn't move fast enough. Opened the door exposed a pitched-black skyline across the city along with a dull, deserted street.
"Where is he?" Leo looked every way.
"I told you he's gone." Phoebe repeated her earlier statement.
"There's no way he is that fast." His voice was hoarse.
"Leo?! Leo!" Darryl voice was booming through the phone.
"Hello?" Cole picked up the phone.
"Is everyone ok?" He asked in concerned, his voice could be heard distance away.
"No, Darryl, everyone is not ok! Paige's dead and probably so is Piper!" Phoebe snatched the phone from Cole's hand and yelled through it.
Darryl eyes were practically popped out of his head. He didn't believe what he just heard. It couldn't be! "I'll be right over!" Turned off his cell and jumped into the car then took off.
"Leo, why don't you go up "there" and asked the elders if they know anything about it." Cole suggested.
"I can't, I have to stay here, what if he comes back…" Leo trailed off.
"Don't worry, we'll be here." Cole patted Leo on the shoulder for encouragement.
"Okay. I'll go." He stammered.
As the night grew darker, Cole, Phoebe, and Darryl were in the living room in silence. Cole had is arm around Phoebe seeing how perturbed she is. It'd been an hour and Leo isn't back yet.
"What's taken him so long?" She grew impatient.
"Why don't we just go and look for him now?" Darryl stood up.
Suddenly Phoebe's gasp took the attention; it was obvious that she had just pulled in another vision. It was so strong; it felt like it had pulled her into her own head, it was driving her! Flashes of lights sparked in all directions. She can see herself standing in the middle of the road, in the same near by the lake; she could hear screams of horror, of pains. She can see the man with an ax on his hand and yet his face was still unrevealed.
Back to reality, she held her head tightly like as if she was going to pull it off and collapsed onto the couch. Opened her eyes immediately in terror, gasping for air heavily. Sweats once more took over her face and body.
"Phoebe, are you ok?" Darryl got a hold of her.
"What did you see?" Cole asked in a panicky manner.
"Roads, the psycho, ax, screams, lake…" Phoebe holding onto Darryl and Cole's arms forcefully, "It was like a combination of horror movies pulls together into reality. It was strong!"
"Did you see his face?" Darryl looked at her with a concern expression.
"No, I couldn't. It was too dark." Phoebe said slowly looking up at the men.
"It seems like the guy have some access to your visions, he's having some kind of control over it." Cole analyzed.
"How? He's not supernatural." Phoebe questioned.
"He might now be, he maybe making a deal with one." Cole answered.
"Why don't you go and find out?" Phoebe asked.
"I can't leave you two alone here. It's too dangerous." Cole argued.
"What can get worse than this, Cole? Just please go. I have Darryl here. Go." Phoebe looked at him with a pair of tiring but pleasing eyes.
"Only if you're sure, then I'll go." Cole whispered.
"Go." She placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too." And with that he shimmered away.
Phoebe turned back to Darryl, she just wanted to collapse and cry. It was too much for her to handle, too painful. At this point, she doesn't even know what to do. The Charmed Ones is practically over.
"Are you sure you didn't find any finger print or footstep?" Phoebe asked, her voice was husky.
"No, nothing." Darryl pulled her in for a hug, "What name did you say it was?"
"Ben." Phoebe pulled away.
"Ben…" Darryl repeated slowly.
"What? Is there something wrong?" Phoebe asked look a Darryl with a concern face.
"Where's your laptop?" Darryl looked at Phoebe.
"In the kitchen, why?" Phoebe questioned him.
"I'm going to look up for the name." Darryl marched to the kitchen.
Dark clouds covered the dreary moon, enormous branches coated the sky, autumn leaves layered the street like snow, and wolves cried to the dull sky. The sound of shrieking thundered through the wood, bloodshed scattered everywhere, barks of trees coated with blood, stream of thick rich blood made it way down to the lake.
"Die witch! Die!" He screamed as he repeatedly stabbed her, then laughed like a maniac. "You're hopeless now! Look like your sister isn't compassionate as she looks?"
Screams of terror, horror, and dread, she screamed with all her might.
Phoebe blamed herself for the tragedy. If she had just told her sisters, this wouldn't have happened. No one would've died. Sitting in the kitchen, she sobbed as she leaned against Darryl.
"If I have just opened my mouth, none of this would have happened!" Phoebe said between tears.
"It's not your fault. Stop pouring this on yourself." Darryl tried to comfort her. Suddenly a squiggle of fog took form.
"I found nothing." Cole said. "I don't think it's any supernatural related."
"Then it's over." Phoebe gave up.
"Not so fast," Darryl scroll the mouse down "I think this is him, his name is Ben Carol, he was born in Manchester, California, raised here. And he was arrested for shoplifting in 1992, bankrupt in '94, murdered 5 women in '96, he was going to be executed in May of '96, but a week before that he escaped. And I think the picture of the trio symbol is similar to yours. It's apparently a symbol of a coven, in the next town, Haight, and another coven with 6 women, in Marina. Also other targets were Pacifica Heights, Twin Peaks, and Bay Point."
"And we're his next target. Well, obviously he had succeeds." Phoebe stood up.
"You said it was in a wooded place right?" Darryl asked.
"Yeah." Phoebe sniffed; her nose was stuffed from crying.
"Okay. I'm going to have every officer cover all parks and wooded area. And we're going to Menlo Park. Cole, why don't you shimmer to the Golden Gate Park?"
"Are you sure? What if Leo comes back?" Phoebe asked.
"We'll leave him a note. Let's get on it. We don't have time to waste. I'll contact the station." Darryl ordered.
"Alrighty. Love you." Cole said and gave Phoebe a kissed and shimmered back out.