Disclaimer: I do not own the series 'Charmed' (unfortunately). The
characters I own are the ones you haven't heard of. This was set for when
Prue was still alive.
Chapter 7
Piper reappeared in front of Prue. Prue's clothes had also changed. She had kept in mind to dress in black clothing. She wore her knockout tube dress with a knitted black and silver long cardigan- perfect for a lifetime of destruction. Leo wore a black jeans and t- shirt. Casual, but in the mood. Prue's striking blue eyes really stood out from her black hair and outfit as she narrowed them menacingly at Piper. She spoke to her,
"You have the Book of Shadows." It was more of a statement than a question.
"No, Prue, they ran off with the book before I could take it and blink out."
"THEN WHAT ARE YOU GOOD FOR?!" Prue shouted, "All you had to do was get the Book of Shadows and YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT RIGHT!!!!"
"Well, if you think you can do a better job, DIY- Do It YOURSELF!!!" Prue glared at Piper one last time and blinked to the manor. She appeared in front of the foyer, no spell book in sight. Prue growled in anger and screamed in fury. How dare this sissy witch outwit her? How could this… weakling keep the Book of Shadows, the link to unbelievable power, away from her- Prue- this powerful being in existence? Prue threw her arms around her. Bolts flew out of her hand, energy balls shot from the coldness of her eyes, pots, pans, cutlery, china plates and mugs flew from their places and smashed against the walls. Within minutes, the Halliwell kitchen was in ruins, complete destruction. Prue let out a big laugh. Vengeance felt good. Really, good. Serves them right to believing they could deceive the almighty Prue. Prue laughed again, this time, a really loud cackle. Prue stalked into the living room and set the couch alight. From slowly smouldering into a full blown fire. The silky material burnt so easily and quickly spread to the coffee table. But the blazing fire wasn't satisfactory enough for Prue. She looked around and spotted a picture of three girls in their early twenties/ late teens standing together in front of an old, Victorian house. The one standing in the middle resembled Prue a lot. She shrugged and set alight the corner of the photo, the picture slowly burning away. She smiled and blinked out.
* * * * * *
"I'm telling you, Andy," Phoebe said, running down the second flight of stairs, "I heard a loud laugh- someone must be dow- ow- ooo- ooooh my God!" She cut herself off when she saw it. The living room was on fire! Phoebe ran over with her arms motioned forward. All of a sudden, bucket loads of water rained down on the living room, quenching all the fire. There were burn marks everywhere. The couch was totally destroyed but, besides that, there wasn't too much irreparable damage. Phoebe was taken aback by this. So was Andy. But before either of them could say anything, Phoebe moaned, clutched her left shoulder in pain and, the next thing she knew, the ground had come up to meet her back in a painful way. It was then where Andy noticed the smouldering photo, Phoebe left shoulder was being burnt right in front of him! Without hesitation, Andy grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and put out the small, yet destructive, flames. He quickly bent down beside Phoebe. She had passed out from the pain, her arm falling from her shoulder. Without hesitation, Andy outstretched his arms and healed Phoebe. Unfortunately, it didn't work. All it did was help Phoebe regain consciousness. Her shoulder, however, was still horribly burnt. She held the back of her head as she sat up, Andy propped up her back as Phoebe tried to regain memory of what had just happened. After around five minutes, Phoebe was still a bit miffed,
"Andy?" she asked, "what just happened?" before Andy could answer her, it all came to her as a vision.
Phoebe ran down the stair to the burning living room. She instinctively lifted up her arms, setting off a shower of water, falling down to quench the hungry fire. She shifted her gaze to a slowly burning photo of her and her sisters and passed out.
The vision ended as quickly as it had begun. The premonition was short, and it didn't explain a lot- especially why Phoebe passed out and were the water came from.
"Phoebe, are you okay?" Andy asked. He knew that Phoebe had visions but she looked a little more spaced out than usual. This time Phoebe responded,
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little taken aback, is all. Where did all that water come from? And where did this burn scar come from? I barely touched the fire."
"I'll orb up to the Elders and see what's going on." Andy said. He blinked and orbed out. Great, Phoebe thought, just fabulous. I'm on my own against two warlocks and a darklighter and I have no active power to speak of. Not to mention a burnt shoulder! Phoebe gingerly touched her left shoulder and winced. The flames didn't touch her skin at all, thanks to the buckets of water that came out of nowhere- so how did she that hideous scar? It was like an extreme severe sunburn. Parts of her skin were peeling off, making Phoebe wince with disgust. It was one of those things, which you don't want to look at but can't help staring. There was a 'lovely' colourful bruise surrounding the burn, from when she had fainted and landed on it while doing so. Phoebe picked up the strength to stand up and walk over to the kitchen to get something cold to soothe the pain. The kitchen looked like it had been hit by a tornado! Pots and pans were lying around everywhere and almost all the china plates, including the one Prue had made when she was five, were smashed to pieces. She had made in especially for her mom, she had even carved on it- "Patty Halliwell, best mom in the world- EVER!" Phoebe surveyed the damage, it was actually worse than the burnt living room. Great! She mused furiously, now I have a window to repair, a living room to fix and refurnish, a destroyed kitchen to tidy and a priceless childhood memory to try to replace! She stepped carefully over to the other side of the kitchen, avoiding the broken glass. She opened the fridge, hoping to find a can of Cola to press on her shoulder. Besides from a bad apple and a rotten sandwich, the fridge was empty.
"Why doesn't anyone shop anymore?!" Phoebe exclaimed angrily. She picked up the sandwich. It was about two weeks old, tops, and still wrapped up in cling film. "Ew!" Phoebe exclaimed and quickly threw the sandwich into the bin. Great! Phoebe complained to herself, Not only have I got to worry about my once- good- now-evil- family, but I also have to worry about the stupid groceries! The pain in Phoebe's shoulder was getting stronger by the second. A throbbing pain in the shoulder was last thing Phoebe wanted now that she was fighting evil. Where in the world was Andy? It never took Leo that long to orb up, find out what to do, and then orb back in again. Phoebe opened the freezer and, luckily, found a bag of peas to rest on her arm. She took it out and carefully put it on her scar. The pain wasn't all gone but it had at least calmed down a bit. Phoebe carefully walked on her tip- toes to get back to the living room.
Chapter 7
Piper reappeared in front of Prue. Prue's clothes had also changed. She had kept in mind to dress in black clothing. She wore her knockout tube dress with a knitted black and silver long cardigan- perfect for a lifetime of destruction. Leo wore a black jeans and t- shirt. Casual, but in the mood. Prue's striking blue eyes really stood out from her black hair and outfit as she narrowed them menacingly at Piper. She spoke to her,
"You have the Book of Shadows." It was more of a statement than a question.
"No, Prue, they ran off with the book before I could take it and blink out."
"THEN WHAT ARE YOU GOOD FOR?!" Prue shouted, "All you had to do was get the Book of Shadows and YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT RIGHT!!!!"
"Well, if you think you can do a better job, DIY- Do It YOURSELF!!!" Prue glared at Piper one last time and blinked to the manor. She appeared in front of the foyer, no spell book in sight. Prue growled in anger and screamed in fury. How dare this sissy witch outwit her? How could this… weakling keep the Book of Shadows, the link to unbelievable power, away from her- Prue- this powerful being in existence? Prue threw her arms around her. Bolts flew out of her hand, energy balls shot from the coldness of her eyes, pots, pans, cutlery, china plates and mugs flew from their places and smashed against the walls. Within minutes, the Halliwell kitchen was in ruins, complete destruction. Prue let out a big laugh. Vengeance felt good. Really, good. Serves them right to believing they could deceive the almighty Prue. Prue laughed again, this time, a really loud cackle. Prue stalked into the living room and set the couch alight. From slowly smouldering into a full blown fire. The silky material burnt so easily and quickly spread to the coffee table. But the blazing fire wasn't satisfactory enough for Prue. She looked around and spotted a picture of three girls in their early twenties/ late teens standing together in front of an old, Victorian house. The one standing in the middle resembled Prue a lot. She shrugged and set alight the corner of the photo, the picture slowly burning away. She smiled and blinked out.
* * * * * *
"I'm telling you, Andy," Phoebe said, running down the second flight of stairs, "I heard a loud laugh- someone must be dow- ow- ooo- ooooh my God!" She cut herself off when she saw it. The living room was on fire! Phoebe ran over with her arms motioned forward. All of a sudden, bucket loads of water rained down on the living room, quenching all the fire. There were burn marks everywhere. The couch was totally destroyed but, besides that, there wasn't too much irreparable damage. Phoebe was taken aback by this. So was Andy. But before either of them could say anything, Phoebe moaned, clutched her left shoulder in pain and, the next thing she knew, the ground had come up to meet her back in a painful way. It was then where Andy noticed the smouldering photo, Phoebe left shoulder was being burnt right in front of him! Without hesitation, Andy grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and put out the small, yet destructive, flames. He quickly bent down beside Phoebe. She had passed out from the pain, her arm falling from her shoulder. Without hesitation, Andy outstretched his arms and healed Phoebe. Unfortunately, it didn't work. All it did was help Phoebe regain consciousness. Her shoulder, however, was still horribly burnt. She held the back of her head as she sat up, Andy propped up her back as Phoebe tried to regain memory of what had just happened. After around five minutes, Phoebe was still a bit miffed,
"Andy?" she asked, "what just happened?" before Andy could answer her, it all came to her as a vision.
Phoebe ran down the stair to the burning living room. She instinctively lifted up her arms, setting off a shower of water, falling down to quench the hungry fire. She shifted her gaze to a slowly burning photo of her and her sisters and passed out.
The vision ended as quickly as it had begun. The premonition was short, and it didn't explain a lot- especially why Phoebe passed out and were the water came from.
"Phoebe, are you okay?" Andy asked. He knew that Phoebe had visions but she looked a little more spaced out than usual. This time Phoebe responded,
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little taken aback, is all. Where did all that water come from? And where did this burn scar come from? I barely touched the fire."
"I'll orb up to the Elders and see what's going on." Andy said. He blinked and orbed out. Great, Phoebe thought, just fabulous. I'm on my own against two warlocks and a darklighter and I have no active power to speak of. Not to mention a burnt shoulder! Phoebe gingerly touched her left shoulder and winced. The flames didn't touch her skin at all, thanks to the buckets of water that came out of nowhere- so how did she that hideous scar? It was like an extreme severe sunburn. Parts of her skin were peeling off, making Phoebe wince with disgust. It was one of those things, which you don't want to look at but can't help staring. There was a 'lovely' colourful bruise surrounding the burn, from when she had fainted and landed on it while doing so. Phoebe picked up the strength to stand up and walk over to the kitchen to get something cold to soothe the pain. The kitchen looked like it had been hit by a tornado! Pots and pans were lying around everywhere and almost all the china plates, including the one Prue had made when she was five, were smashed to pieces. She had made in especially for her mom, she had even carved on it- "Patty Halliwell, best mom in the world- EVER!" Phoebe surveyed the damage, it was actually worse than the burnt living room. Great! She mused furiously, now I have a window to repair, a living room to fix and refurnish, a destroyed kitchen to tidy and a priceless childhood memory to try to replace! She stepped carefully over to the other side of the kitchen, avoiding the broken glass. She opened the fridge, hoping to find a can of Cola to press on her shoulder. Besides from a bad apple and a rotten sandwich, the fridge was empty.
"Why doesn't anyone shop anymore?!" Phoebe exclaimed angrily. She picked up the sandwich. It was about two weeks old, tops, and still wrapped up in cling film. "Ew!" Phoebe exclaimed and quickly threw the sandwich into the bin. Great! Phoebe complained to herself, Not only have I got to worry about my once- good- now-evil- family, but I also have to worry about the stupid groceries! The pain in Phoebe's shoulder was getting stronger by the second. A throbbing pain in the shoulder was last thing Phoebe wanted now that she was fighting evil. Where in the world was Andy? It never took Leo that long to orb up, find out what to do, and then orb back in again. Phoebe opened the freezer and, luckily, found a bag of peas to rest on her arm. She took it out and carefully put it on her scar. The pain wasn't all gone but it had at least calmed down a bit. Phoebe carefully walked on her tip- toes to get back to the living room.