WARNING: This has language so bad, you might die. Flippin' Paige!
Psychosis
Nothing prepared Phoebe for the shock, horror and pain of her sister hitting her with a sixty-four inch baseball bat. She had never really expected Paige to do it. She had never really considered the chance that Paige was actually capable of such a thing. But she was. And now that she'd started, she didn't look like she was about to stop.
When the metal pole first connected with Phoebe's right shoulder, she didn't know what to make of it. She'd already covered her head with her arms, but that didn't stop her crazed sister. The first thing she'd felt was simply the hit: no pain, just the feeling of physically getting hit. Then a sort of "Oh. She actually did it," realisation swept over her, swiftly followed by soaring agony exploding into her shoulder.
When the pain started, Phoebe screamed, which only seemed to infuriate Paige further. "You whore! Shut up! I'll fucking kill you!" Paige raised the bat again and swung, this time it smashed into Phoebe's ribcage and from the agonising scream Paige guessed she'd broken a bone. Good! Phoebe was a fucking moron who deserved everything that was coming to her! Thoughts whizzed around her mind, telling her to stop, to attack, to stop, to attack, to stop-
"Paige!" Phoebe wailed in terror, her voice choked up in a cry of despair, her body curled up on the floor against the wall, "Please!"
"You're fucking pathetic, you piece of shit!" Paige yelled, feeling unspeakable strength coarse through her veins. She just hated Phoebe so much! It was wrong and she knew it but at the same time she just didn't care. She was shaking. She kicked her sister's legs out from where they were pulled up to her chin and reached down, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "You and your fucking superiority! You think you're so amazing when really you're a whiny little bitch!"
By now Phoebe had descended into heaving sobs of misery. What had happened to her sister? She'd gone crazy! A gurgling wail left her throat as Paige lifted her body up by her hair. It hurt so much that Phoebe couldn't resist Paige's pull and had to follow Paige's hand while it held onto her. "Paige! It's me, Phoebe!"
"I know who you are, idiot!" Paige screamed and kicked Phoebe in the stomach. "You think I'm Piper now? You think I'm fucking crazy? You're the one who's crazy!" Letting go of Phoebe's hair, Paige roughly pushed her so she sprawled out on the floor, lying on her front. "Look at you! Can't even stand up to your little sister!"
She got a good grip of the baseball bat again and brought it down upon Phoebe's back, between the shoulder blades; over and over. Each thudding smack was accompanied by Paige's animal roar and Phoebe's scream of agony. Every time Phoebe tried to get up, to escape, Paige would bring her down again with a well placed swing of the bat.
Phoebe curled up once more into the fetal position, hunching her legs up towards her chin and guarding her head with her arms, which consequentially were attacked even worse by Paige's wrath. "I can't believe I used to look up to you," Paige was saying with disgusted tones. She went on to talk some more but Phoebe couldn't hear it. All she could hear was a roaring sound in her ears, like the ocean. She tried opening her eyes and everything was blurry. But she could distinctly see Paige's legs standing nearby.
In an unsteady act of sheer hopefulness, Phoebe swung her leg out and kicked Paige's feet with all her might, which was enough to bring her younger sister toppling to the floor.
While Paige scrambled for her balance, Phoebe quickly started to crawl away. "Leo!" she screamed desperately, her voice hoarse and mouth tasting of sickly sweet blood. "Leo help!"
She didn't get very far when a hand closed around her ankle and yanked her leg backwards, scraping her knee against the hard floor as she collapsed in imbalance. Paige didn't let go of her foot. Instead she reached over and grabbed the baseball bat then swung Phoebe over so she was lying on her back. As soon as Paige released Phoebe's ankle, there was barely enough time for Phoebe to bring her legs up over her chest to bear the brunt of Paige's assault.
Phoebe slowly descended into shock. Her eyes glazed over, staring into some distant world. Everything was in slow motion; Paige's enraged screaming, the echoing thuds of the baseball bat smacking into her broken shins, her own terrified screams of agony. A black mist started to infiltrate her vision, slowly enveloping everything she could see. Calm fell over her.
She closed her eyes and welcomed it.
*
Phoebe was laying flat out on the floor, her curled up legs having slowly slid down onto the floor, leaving her torso unprotected. Her swollen eyes were closed and her bloodied mouth was slightly open. Her right arm was at a strange angle and her hand looked even more awkward. Her head was facing to the side, and lazily a droplet of blood dribbled down her chin and stretched its way onto the floorboards.
A deep silence fell over the apartment that even Paige's heavy breathing wasn't breaking up. Was Phoebe dead? Did Paige care?
She had to think about it for a moment until suddenly it felt as if a shroud had been pulled off her with such force she was shocked. Her anger immediately dispersed and she was left with a clear head and shaking body.
Yes. Yes, she did care.
The baseball bat fell to the floor with a loud clatter and Paige's hands flew to her mouth. She took several steps backwards, her wide eyes not leaving the still form of her sister lying unmoving on the floor. Slowly, Paige looked at her hands and saw they were smeared with blood. Phoebe's blood.
Dazed, Paige stumbled backwards before her legs gave way and she sat down abruptly, rocking back and forth rhythmically but still staring at Phoebe's mangled body. Her rage had disappeared as quickly as it had sprung upon her, leaving her feeling only more shocked at what she'd done.
She'd murdered her own sister! She was a murderer. A killer. A cold-hearted, evil, conniving criminal. What happened to her? After all these lonely years of having no family, she finally got her wish and this is what she does in thanks?
Her distress was enough to get the attention of Leo who appeared in his familiar cluster of orbs, the blue colour looking more cold and impersonal than their usual welcoming demeanor.
Leo's eyes flickered around the apartment before coming to rest on Phoebe, lying on the floor, not moving. Paige was sitting a few yards away on her knees, her face soaked with tears and smeared with blood. Without a word, Leo lurched over to Phoebe and held his hands over her. He could feel her slow heartbeat, residual life still inside her. She was nearly dead. He bit the inside of his lip and tasted blood until his hands glowed that soothing orange and life was breathed back into Phoebe, who choked in a sudden breath and spluttered for a moment.
"What happened Paige?" Leo asked urgently. "Was it a demon?"
Paige simply continued to rock as if she hadn't heard him. Then slowly, she drew her eyes up to meet his. "No, no demon," she replied simply. Then she brought her legs up to her chin and started to rock herself once more.
"Well what was it?" Leo demanded, then his eyes fell upon the baseball bat lying on the floor across the room, splattered with blood. "Oh god..." he uttered.
He quickly turned to make sure Phoebe was all right. She was trying to sit up now, checking all her muscles and body parts were in working order again. She was breathing raggedly from shock, and as soon as she saw Paige she scrambled across the floor right to the other side of the room. "Keep her away from me," she screamed, half in anger, half in fear.
Paige was crying silently, bowing her head right down. She just kept rocking herself, faster and faster, back and forth, wishing she'd never got angry. Wishing she'd been nicer to Phoebe since she'd met her. Wishing she'd never fought with her parents. Wishing she hadn't been born. She couldn't apologise. It would mean nothing, no matter how sorry she was. "I couldn't stop it," she muttered, repeating and rephrasing the same sentence over and over. "It just happened and I couldn't control it and I couldn't stop it."
Phoebe had also broken down into tears. She was struggling to breathe, her body racking with the huge sobs and miserable coughs of pain. She leant against the wall and crouched down, slowly sitting on the floor and letting her shoulders sag and tears flow.
Leo didn't know how to react. What was he supposed to do? One of his charges had almost killed the other one! That wasn't supposed to happen - to anyone, let alone the Charmed Ones! He had to talk to the Elders about this. Slowly he began to disappear into orbs.
"No!" Phoebe screamed in terror when she saw Leo start to leave. He rematerialised at her cry. "Don't leave me with her!" Phoebe pleaded desperately. "Please Leo, don't leave me!"
An anguished wail left Paige's throat as Phoebe's words reached her's ears. She couldn't stay quiet any longer. "Oh god Phoebe I'm so sorry!" Paige cried miserably. "I don't know what I did, I'm an evil person oh god I'm sorry Phoebe! Phoebe!" Paige called her sister's name louder as Phoebe refused to look in her direction. In a bid to gain Phoebe's attention, Paige stumbled to her feet drunkenly and lumbered over to her sister's side, pulling Phoebe into an embrace. "Phoebe I'm sorry!" she wailed. "Please forgive me! Please!"
Phoebe felt her body go rigid at the very idea of Paige touching her, and when Paige actually did, she thought she was going to be sick. Instead, she just recoiled into an even tighter position and held her mouth shut. Paige's heartbroken cries only hurt her more.
"Phoebe!" Paige snivelled, "Please just say something! I'm begging you just talk to me!"
Eventually Phoebe looked up, past Paige's tear-stricken face and up at Leo's look of agony. "Leo take me home," she requested, her voice flat and unemotional. She tried to ignore Paige's gibbering whimpers behind her.
Nodding silently, Leo started to walk towards Phoebe while she got up. As Phoebe stepped out of Paige's one-sided embrace, Paige found herself completely desperate for her sister's forgiveness, or at least even acknowledgement. She reached out and grabbed a hold of Phoebe's now healed leg. "Phoebe!" she cried, her voice cracking with strained emotion.
An electric surge jerked up through Phoebe's leg as soon as Paige touched it, and she yanked herself out of reach, whipping around and glaring at her little sister. "Don't fucking touch me!" she screamed as loud as she could, then quickly placed her arms around Leo, just wanting to be out of there.
Before he orbed Phoebe out, Leo glanced at Paige crumpled in the corner. "I'll be back," he told her, his voice inundated with sympathy. Then they were gone.
Clutching the hair just above her ears, Paige screamed loudly and ripped some of the jet black curls out. Bringing the small clumps of hair in front of her eyes, she slowly dropped them to the floor and dissolved into tears.
Well. I didn't like that. I think it was crap. But hey it's me and let's hope it's wrong.
Series Four of Charmeded: The Show That's Almost Charmed But Not Quite airs tomorrow. Well finally!
Psychosis
Nothing prepared Phoebe for the shock, horror and pain of her sister hitting her with a sixty-four inch baseball bat. She had never really expected Paige to do it. She had never really considered the chance that Paige was actually capable of such a thing. But she was. And now that she'd started, she didn't look like she was about to stop.
When the metal pole first connected with Phoebe's right shoulder, she didn't know what to make of it. She'd already covered her head with her arms, but that didn't stop her crazed sister. The first thing she'd felt was simply the hit: no pain, just the feeling of physically getting hit. Then a sort of "Oh. She actually did it," realisation swept over her, swiftly followed by soaring agony exploding into her shoulder.
When the pain started, Phoebe screamed, which only seemed to infuriate Paige further. "You whore! Shut up! I'll fucking kill you!" Paige raised the bat again and swung, this time it smashed into Phoebe's ribcage and from the agonising scream Paige guessed she'd broken a bone. Good! Phoebe was a fucking moron who deserved everything that was coming to her! Thoughts whizzed around her mind, telling her to stop, to attack, to stop, to attack, to stop-
"Paige!" Phoebe wailed in terror, her voice choked up in a cry of despair, her body curled up on the floor against the wall, "Please!"
"You're fucking pathetic, you piece of shit!" Paige yelled, feeling unspeakable strength coarse through her veins. She just hated Phoebe so much! It was wrong and she knew it but at the same time she just didn't care. She was shaking. She kicked her sister's legs out from where they were pulled up to her chin and reached down, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "You and your fucking superiority! You think you're so amazing when really you're a whiny little bitch!"
By now Phoebe had descended into heaving sobs of misery. What had happened to her sister? She'd gone crazy! A gurgling wail left her throat as Paige lifted her body up by her hair. It hurt so much that Phoebe couldn't resist Paige's pull and had to follow Paige's hand while it held onto her. "Paige! It's me, Phoebe!"
"I know who you are, idiot!" Paige screamed and kicked Phoebe in the stomach. "You think I'm Piper now? You think I'm fucking crazy? You're the one who's crazy!" Letting go of Phoebe's hair, Paige roughly pushed her so she sprawled out on the floor, lying on her front. "Look at you! Can't even stand up to your little sister!"
She got a good grip of the baseball bat again and brought it down upon Phoebe's back, between the shoulder blades; over and over. Each thudding smack was accompanied by Paige's animal roar and Phoebe's scream of agony. Every time Phoebe tried to get up, to escape, Paige would bring her down again with a well placed swing of the bat.
Phoebe curled up once more into the fetal position, hunching her legs up towards her chin and guarding her head with her arms, which consequentially were attacked even worse by Paige's wrath. "I can't believe I used to look up to you," Paige was saying with disgusted tones. She went on to talk some more but Phoebe couldn't hear it. All she could hear was a roaring sound in her ears, like the ocean. She tried opening her eyes and everything was blurry. But she could distinctly see Paige's legs standing nearby.
In an unsteady act of sheer hopefulness, Phoebe swung her leg out and kicked Paige's feet with all her might, which was enough to bring her younger sister toppling to the floor.
While Paige scrambled for her balance, Phoebe quickly started to crawl away. "Leo!" she screamed desperately, her voice hoarse and mouth tasting of sickly sweet blood. "Leo help!"
She didn't get very far when a hand closed around her ankle and yanked her leg backwards, scraping her knee against the hard floor as she collapsed in imbalance. Paige didn't let go of her foot. Instead she reached over and grabbed the baseball bat then swung Phoebe over so she was lying on her back. As soon as Paige released Phoebe's ankle, there was barely enough time for Phoebe to bring her legs up over her chest to bear the brunt of Paige's assault.
Phoebe slowly descended into shock. Her eyes glazed over, staring into some distant world. Everything was in slow motion; Paige's enraged screaming, the echoing thuds of the baseball bat smacking into her broken shins, her own terrified screams of agony. A black mist started to infiltrate her vision, slowly enveloping everything she could see. Calm fell over her.
She closed her eyes and welcomed it.
*
Phoebe was laying flat out on the floor, her curled up legs having slowly slid down onto the floor, leaving her torso unprotected. Her swollen eyes were closed and her bloodied mouth was slightly open. Her right arm was at a strange angle and her hand looked even more awkward. Her head was facing to the side, and lazily a droplet of blood dribbled down her chin and stretched its way onto the floorboards.
A deep silence fell over the apartment that even Paige's heavy breathing wasn't breaking up. Was Phoebe dead? Did Paige care?
She had to think about it for a moment until suddenly it felt as if a shroud had been pulled off her with such force she was shocked. Her anger immediately dispersed and she was left with a clear head and shaking body.
Yes. Yes, she did care.
The baseball bat fell to the floor with a loud clatter and Paige's hands flew to her mouth. She took several steps backwards, her wide eyes not leaving the still form of her sister lying unmoving on the floor. Slowly, Paige looked at her hands and saw they were smeared with blood. Phoebe's blood.
Dazed, Paige stumbled backwards before her legs gave way and she sat down abruptly, rocking back and forth rhythmically but still staring at Phoebe's mangled body. Her rage had disappeared as quickly as it had sprung upon her, leaving her feeling only more shocked at what she'd done.
She'd murdered her own sister! She was a murderer. A killer. A cold-hearted, evil, conniving criminal. What happened to her? After all these lonely years of having no family, she finally got her wish and this is what she does in thanks?
Her distress was enough to get the attention of Leo who appeared in his familiar cluster of orbs, the blue colour looking more cold and impersonal than their usual welcoming demeanor.
Leo's eyes flickered around the apartment before coming to rest on Phoebe, lying on the floor, not moving. Paige was sitting a few yards away on her knees, her face soaked with tears and smeared with blood. Without a word, Leo lurched over to Phoebe and held his hands over her. He could feel her slow heartbeat, residual life still inside her. She was nearly dead. He bit the inside of his lip and tasted blood until his hands glowed that soothing orange and life was breathed back into Phoebe, who choked in a sudden breath and spluttered for a moment.
"What happened Paige?" Leo asked urgently. "Was it a demon?"
Paige simply continued to rock as if she hadn't heard him. Then slowly, she drew her eyes up to meet his. "No, no demon," she replied simply. Then she brought her legs up to her chin and started to rock herself once more.
"Well what was it?" Leo demanded, then his eyes fell upon the baseball bat lying on the floor across the room, splattered with blood. "Oh god..." he uttered.
He quickly turned to make sure Phoebe was all right. She was trying to sit up now, checking all her muscles and body parts were in working order again. She was breathing raggedly from shock, and as soon as she saw Paige she scrambled across the floor right to the other side of the room. "Keep her away from me," she screamed, half in anger, half in fear.
Paige was crying silently, bowing her head right down. She just kept rocking herself, faster and faster, back and forth, wishing she'd never got angry. Wishing she'd been nicer to Phoebe since she'd met her. Wishing she'd never fought with her parents. Wishing she hadn't been born. She couldn't apologise. It would mean nothing, no matter how sorry she was. "I couldn't stop it," she muttered, repeating and rephrasing the same sentence over and over. "It just happened and I couldn't control it and I couldn't stop it."
Phoebe had also broken down into tears. She was struggling to breathe, her body racking with the huge sobs and miserable coughs of pain. She leant against the wall and crouched down, slowly sitting on the floor and letting her shoulders sag and tears flow.
Leo didn't know how to react. What was he supposed to do? One of his charges had almost killed the other one! That wasn't supposed to happen - to anyone, let alone the Charmed Ones! He had to talk to the Elders about this. Slowly he began to disappear into orbs.
"No!" Phoebe screamed in terror when she saw Leo start to leave. He rematerialised at her cry. "Don't leave me with her!" Phoebe pleaded desperately. "Please Leo, don't leave me!"
An anguished wail left Paige's throat as Phoebe's words reached her's ears. She couldn't stay quiet any longer. "Oh god Phoebe I'm so sorry!" Paige cried miserably. "I don't know what I did, I'm an evil person oh god I'm sorry Phoebe! Phoebe!" Paige called her sister's name louder as Phoebe refused to look in her direction. In a bid to gain Phoebe's attention, Paige stumbled to her feet drunkenly and lumbered over to her sister's side, pulling Phoebe into an embrace. "Phoebe I'm sorry!" she wailed. "Please forgive me! Please!"
Phoebe felt her body go rigid at the very idea of Paige touching her, and when Paige actually did, she thought she was going to be sick. Instead, she just recoiled into an even tighter position and held her mouth shut. Paige's heartbroken cries only hurt her more.
"Phoebe!" Paige snivelled, "Please just say something! I'm begging you just talk to me!"
Eventually Phoebe looked up, past Paige's tear-stricken face and up at Leo's look of agony. "Leo take me home," she requested, her voice flat and unemotional. She tried to ignore Paige's gibbering whimpers behind her.
Nodding silently, Leo started to walk towards Phoebe while she got up. As Phoebe stepped out of Paige's one-sided embrace, Paige found herself completely desperate for her sister's forgiveness, or at least even acknowledgement. She reached out and grabbed a hold of Phoebe's now healed leg. "Phoebe!" she cried, her voice cracking with strained emotion.
An electric surge jerked up through Phoebe's leg as soon as Paige touched it, and she yanked herself out of reach, whipping around and glaring at her little sister. "Don't fucking touch me!" she screamed as loud as she could, then quickly placed her arms around Leo, just wanting to be out of there.
Before he orbed Phoebe out, Leo glanced at Paige crumpled in the corner. "I'll be back," he told her, his voice inundated with sympathy. Then they were gone.
Clutching the hair just above her ears, Paige screamed loudly and ripped some of the jet black curls out. Bringing the small clumps of hair in front of her eyes, she slowly dropped them to the floor and dissolved into tears.
Well. I didn't like that. I think it was crap. But hey it's me and let's hope it's wrong.
Series Four of Charmeded: The Show That's Almost Charmed But Not Quite airs tomorrow. Well finally!