A/N: I must say, I considered leaving it a month before an update but... aw you guys were too nice to me.
A/N: And if the parts where it's Piper's POV (point of view) don't make sense, that's my intention. Piper doesn't understand what's happening to her, so why should we?
Psychosis
No! No! No! I must not! I cannot! Piper, you must, please, just don't go after her. But I can't stop myself. She's there, and the tugging of my conscience proves not strong enough to hold me back from ultimately destroying my sister. I have to. I'll lose my job!
They ran from me, Phoebe and Paige. I stalk after them with a smirk on my face, Rex Buckland's laugh resounding like an echo in my burning ears. The elevator, that's it. They took the elevator. I can see by the flashing light that they are almost at the bottom. I rush over to the stairs door and swing it open and... well, somehow I'm already on ground floor rather than seventh! Which is pretty handy.
I hurry over to the elevator door and wait for them to arrive. Anticipation causes my blood to heat up and make my body tingle, like pins are under my skin and are trying to burst out and be free!
I wet my lips and wait.
The dial comes down further. Third floor. Second. First. And... ground. Ping, the doors start to open. I raise the dagger which I find in my hand, not caring where it came from because I don't know. I can't hide the smile on my face. I can wait no longer.
The doors open, and they start to run out. And they see me, standing there happily with my glinting knife and the smell of my imminent victory. The look on their faces is priceless. I feel bad that I'm going to have to kill Paige too now, but then again the thought of how happy Rex will be if I kill two birds with one stone. Well, one knife.
I dive towards Phoebe, swinging the blade at her... and she responds by attacking in turn! I feel pain as my stomach catches a blow from her foot, and I stumble back in shock. And she doesn't stop! She continues towards me in a torrent of flying feet and flailing arms... I can't help but feel frightened. I've never really been on the receiving end of Phoebe's martial mastery.
Suddenly - and most certainly unexpectedly - there's a crunch to my head, and my eyes roll up to see my very own sister Paige had crashed some sort of display vase onto me. It's too much. I drop the knife (which is now bloodied - I must've struck somebody) reluctantly, and fall backwards, my eyes closing and sleep overtaking. I keep falling. Maybe it's not sleep. Maybe it's awakening. And yet I fall.
*
There! That was it! No... I... what... where am I? I appear to be in my own bedroom and in my own bed... and I'm tied down! They've captured me! They'll kill me if I don't escape! I scream a roar of fear and frustration as I struggle to get up but my legs won't move. They're tangled up in a knot of whatever they've cast upon me to restrict my leg movement.
I throw myself off the bed and onto the floor so I can curl up and free my legs from the sheets which bind them. Sweat makes my body feel so hot and clammy I want to just drop my skin to the floor and be pure again. The door bursts open and that man runs in, falling to my side and touching me! No, get off me!
Lashing out at him, I manage to shove him off, his hands trying to reach out and make my clothes stick to my skin further. I feel disgusted. I scream at him tribally, and he recedes. Good.
Then somebody calls from above. A voice. They shout 'Leo' or something... they scream it a lot. The man, Leo, that's his name of course, he glances up then looks at me. He doesn't want to go, I can tell. The look of indecision on his face is obvious. He is Hamlet. More time passes and the yelling continues. Shaking his head, Leo looks up at the ceiling then back at me again. Then to my complete terror and shock, he turns into tiny blue lights and... vanishes!
*
"Leo!" Paige yelled again, crouched over Phoebe's spluttering body. Phoebe, who was shuddering from the deep knife wound to her abdomen. Paige placed her hands on her sister's cheek and shoulder and attempted to comfort her. "You'll be fine Phoebe, just stay with me. Just... stay with me and you'll be okay."
Phoebe couldn't breathe. The warm, sticky blood was covering her once white top. How did this happen? She wasn't physically in Piper's presence, how had her wound transferred from an imaginary setting to her real body?
Her chest began to shudder irregularly and painfully, uncontrolled by Phoebe as she tried to contend with her confusion, fear and agony until Leo got there.
"Phoebe, look at me," Paige commanded. "Come on, look at me please."
Struggling, Phoebe changed her direction of gaze to meet her sister's eyes. "Paige..." she groaned. "How?"
"I don't know," Paige snivelled, tears tripping down her cheeks. Her eyes screamed as Phoebe glazed over and her body relaxed. Her eyes closed slowly, and she became still. Terrified, Paige leant back and shouted loudly. "Leo! Someone!"
Seconds later he orbed in, tumbling to his knees beside her and holding his hands over her. "How did this happen?" he cried to Paige.
"It was Piper!" Paige replied defensively, as if Leo had accused her of causing Phoebe's wound and she had to shift the blame. Then her words actually took effect. "It was... Piper."
A/N: Hoorah I went back to the first person a little! Now what? Hmm... And how random that Phoebe's wound was inflicted onto her real body too. Dangerous place, Piper's mind.
A/N: And if the parts where it's Piper's POV (point of view) don't make sense, that's my intention. Piper doesn't understand what's happening to her, so why should we?
Psychosis
No! No! No! I must not! I cannot! Piper, you must, please, just don't go after her. But I can't stop myself. She's there, and the tugging of my conscience proves not strong enough to hold me back from ultimately destroying my sister. I have to. I'll lose my job!
They ran from me, Phoebe and Paige. I stalk after them with a smirk on my face, Rex Buckland's laugh resounding like an echo in my burning ears. The elevator, that's it. They took the elevator. I can see by the flashing light that they are almost at the bottom. I rush over to the stairs door and swing it open and... well, somehow I'm already on ground floor rather than seventh! Which is pretty handy.
I hurry over to the elevator door and wait for them to arrive. Anticipation causes my blood to heat up and make my body tingle, like pins are under my skin and are trying to burst out and be free!
I wet my lips and wait.
The dial comes down further. Third floor. Second. First. And... ground. Ping, the doors start to open. I raise the dagger which I find in my hand, not caring where it came from because I don't know. I can't hide the smile on my face. I can wait no longer.
The doors open, and they start to run out. And they see me, standing there happily with my glinting knife and the smell of my imminent victory. The look on their faces is priceless. I feel bad that I'm going to have to kill Paige too now, but then again the thought of how happy Rex will be if I kill two birds with one stone. Well, one knife.
I dive towards Phoebe, swinging the blade at her... and she responds by attacking in turn! I feel pain as my stomach catches a blow from her foot, and I stumble back in shock. And she doesn't stop! She continues towards me in a torrent of flying feet and flailing arms... I can't help but feel frightened. I've never really been on the receiving end of Phoebe's martial mastery.
Suddenly - and most certainly unexpectedly - there's a crunch to my head, and my eyes roll up to see my very own sister Paige had crashed some sort of display vase onto me. It's too much. I drop the knife (which is now bloodied - I must've struck somebody) reluctantly, and fall backwards, my eyes closing and sleep overtaking. I keep falling. Maybe it's not sleep. Maybe it's awakening. And yet I fall.
*
There! That was it! No... I... what... where am I? I appear to be in my own bedroom and in my own bed... and I'm tied down! They've captured me! They'll kill me if I don't escape! I scream a roar of fear and frustration as I struggle to get up but my legs won't move. They're tangled up in a knot of whatever they've cast upon me to restrict my leg movement.
I throw myself off the bed and onto the floor so I can curl up and free my legs from the sheets which bind them. Sweat makes my body feel so hot and clammy I want to just drop my skin to the floor and be pure again. The door bursts open and that man runs in, falling to my side and touching me! No, get off me!
Lashing out at him, I manage to shove him off, his hands trying to reach out and make my clothes stick to my skin further. I feel disgusted. I scream at him tribally, and he recedes. Good.
Then somebody calls from above. A voice. They shout 'Leo' or something... they scream it a lot. The man, Leo, that's his name of course, he glances up then looks at me. He doesn't want to go, I can tell. The look of indecision on his face is obvious. He is Hamlet. More time passes and the yelling continues. Shaking his head, Leo looks up at the ceiling then back at me again. Then to my complete terror and shock, he turns into tiny blue lights and... vanishes!
*
"Leo!" Paige yelled again, crouched over Phoebe's spluttering body. Phoebe, who was shuddering from the deep knife wound to her abdomen. Paige placed her hands on her sister's cheek and shoulder and attempted to comfort her. "You'll be fine Phoebe, just stay with me. Just... stay with me and you'll be okay."
Phoebe couldn't breathe. The warm, sticky blood was covering her once white top. How did this happen? She wasn't physically in Piper's presence, how had her wound transferred from an imaginary setting to her real body?
Her chest began to shudder irregularly and painfully, uncontrolled by Phoebe as she tried to contend with her confusion, fear and agony until Leo got there.
"Phoebe, look at me," Paige commanded. "Come on, look at me please."
Struggling, Phoebe changed her direction of gaze to meet her sister's eyes. "Paige..." she groaned. "How?"
"I don't know," Paige snivelled, tears tripping down her cheeks. Her eyes screamed as Phoebe glazed over and her body relaxed. Her eyes closed slowly, and she became still. Terrified, Paige leant back and shouted loudly. "Leo! Someone!"
Seconds later he orbed in, tumbling to his knees beside her and holding his hands over her. "How did this happen?" he cried to Paige.
"It was Piper!" Paige replied defensively, as if Leo had accused her of causing Phoebe's wound and she had to shift the blame. Then her words actually took effect. "It was... Piper."
A/N: Hoorah I went back to the first person a little! Now what? Hmm... And how random that Phoebe's wound was inflicted onto her real body too. Dangerous place, Piper's mind.