Disclaimer: OK, I'm over here, wondering what the point of this is but I figure...hey, its a traditions so here goes: I don't own Charmed. *Waits for the applause* Alright, so that wasn't real flashy and I didn't use big words, but the least you could do is pretend to be happy....
AN: Hey, people! Thanks for reading!
Starring Piper: No worries, we will vanquish the twin as well. If you hide in the gutter, talk to Houdini. He'll be sure to disappear, and maybe take you with him. If he does, think your location at me...maybe that damn telepathy will start kickin' in. Well, regardless, I'll meet ya in my head! *laughs inside head with twin* PTTT!
Charmed Fanatic: I know, I know. cliffhangers are evil...sorries! I'm sooo glad you take the time to review. THANKS!!!
Daisy: Welllll, I don't know about all that....read on. Thanks for reviewing!
HalliwellGirls: YAY! both chapters!!! Must be the time of day...*makes mental note to start reading stories in the morning., then remembers that she isn't up in the morning* Well, thanks for the review!!!
Kristen's Paige: Here is your honorary spot. I know you are out of town. But you get an AN anyway!!
Lara-Beth: WOO HOO! You vanquished writer's block! Twin and I think he has a twin....but thanks for all the sweets!!!!!! you are fantastic! The funeral service was beautiful, I'm sure WB would have loved it..*pretends to be sad that Writer's Block got axed* Thanks for not vanquishing my twin!!!!
The knowledge seeped into her mind silently. Paige had tried to kill herself. Her little sister...her BABY sister had been alone and hurting. She felt the control she had snap. Leaping off of the bed, she began a quick, furious pacing. Paige moved to stare at her, wondering what had happened in her to create such havoc.
"This is jsut great! They couldn't be satisfied with one of us could They? Hell no, no when there were four," she ranted, then threw her head back and laughed. A high-pitched, insane laughter that ended as abruptly as it had begun. The sound chilled Paige's blood and sent shivers down her spine. Her sister was losing it.
"They started with me at seventeen. I hated myself, the world...everything. Phoebe found me with a razor blade in my hand, about to cut my wrists. Damn, how I hated her for stopping me. They sure waited a long time to try again, didn't They? You were next. Sick bastards went after the youngest of us. We weren't there to stop you, and They knew it. Then it was Prue, but she beat them when she came back to us. Now it is Phoebe...Naruk is taunting us, waving her around in front of us, hoping we get dumb enough to go for her. They are all watching us, laughing at how easily we fall into their traps. Why couldn't They have stopped with me? Or you? Or even Prue? Was it really necessary to go after her too? After everything we have gone through, the least we deserve is the chance to be together...ALL of us. She should be here with us, damnit. My God, how much are we supposed to take? I am sick of it! SICK OF IT!! I won't let Them do this to me anymore. It isn't fair. IT ISN'T FAIR!" Paige watched her sister self destruct in frightened silence. Piper was never like this. It hurt to see her this way now.
"Didn't They hurt us enough? Didn't They? I want to know, damnit! Why again? Why EVER? We are good people, good witches. Especially Phoebe! We aren't perfect, we make mistakes, but we always try to do the right thing. Is it ever enough? Is this the reward we get for trying so hard to be good, stay on the right path? Fuck that! No. More." Paige stood and tried to stop her sister's wild movements, only to be pushed roughly away.
"Piper, you need to calm down. Listen to me, alright?," Paige tried, forcing her voice to be even and firm. Piper turned on her with a look cold enough to make Paige stop speaking.
"Screw. You. I am not going to calm down. I am through with being the calm, rational one. She is dead. DEAD. Do you understand that? Gone, buried...FOREVER. The game Naruk is playing...it isn't real. I know that, you know that, HE knows that...They are using this to test us, see jsut how far they can push us until we shatter like glass. Well, I've reached my limit. I can not take this anymore." Piper turned her face upward. Her expression dared anyone to challenge her. "You want us dead? Fine, you have Phoebe! You can have me too! I have HAD IT! Do you hear me? I am through participating in this sick game of life. You can't torture me anymore." With that Piper rushed to the door, Paige a couple steps behind her, and threw open the door. She collided with Prue, who had been listening at the door , and ran past her. Dashing down the stairs, she ignored the shouts from her sisters. She heard them behind her, gaining on her, and sped up. No way was she letting them talk her down. Finally, gasping, tears streaming down her face, she reached the kitchen. There, where she'd left it earlier, lay the means of her end, the means to a peaceful solace. She grabbed the knife and held it above her left wrist. "You win," she screamed and brought it down hard. It sliced deep into her skin, the pain shocking her, making her drag in a breath. But it didn't shock her enough.
She quickly placed the knife in her other hand, "I hope you are satisfied. Two out of four isn't bad," she sneered and slashed her other wrist. Prue was two steps away and caught her as she slid to the floor. "No," she thought, "Not bad at all." As Paige and Prue screamed at her not to give up, pleaded with anyone who would listen to save her, Piper closed her eyes and embraced the cold darkness.
"Leo," Paige shouted through tears. Leo orbed in, took one look at Piper, and knelt down to heal her.
"I know I'm not supposed to heal her, I know it doesn't work that way, but damnit, I don't care," he whispered, halfway to himself. The familiar glow came, then faded after a few moments.
"What? What's wrong?," Prue demanded. Paige broke down beside her, hitting the floor and jsut sobbing.
"I can't heal the dead," Leo answered in a monotone. Prue closed her eyes, willing the scene before her to be wrong. But when she opened her eyes, it was still there. Piper, laying in a pool of blood, dead, gone...Paige, weeping uncontrollably, begging for Them to take her too...Leo staring off into space, in shock, denying everything...and herself. How was she supposed to react? What was she supposed to do? Distractedly, she placed a hand on Paige's back, and hugged Piper's body to her. This was all so wrong...
AN: I know, I know. Mega short chapter. I'll do better next time I promise. Anyone shocked? I intentionally wired this chapter with electricity..don't worry it isn't just you. *tries to look innocent* All in favor of the next chapter, say aye! (lol)
AN: Hey, people! Thanks for reading!
Starring Piper: No worries, we will vanquish the twin as well. If you hide in the gutter, talk to Houdini. He'll be sure to disappear, and maybe take you with him. If he does, think your location at me...maybe that damn telepathy will start kickin' in. Well, regardless, I'll meet ya in my head! *laughs inside head with twin* PTTT!
Charmed Fanatic: I know, I know. cliffhangers are evil...sorries! I'm sooo glad you take the time to review. THANKS!!!
Daisy: Welllll, I don't know about all that....read on. Thanks for reviewing!
HalliwellGirls: YAY! both chapters!!! Must be the time of day...*makes mental note to start reading stories in the morning., then remembers that she isn't up in the morning* Well, thanks for the review!!!
Kristen's Paige: Here is your honorary spot. I know you are out of town. But you get an AN anyway!!
Lara-Beth: WOO HOO! You vanquished writer's block! Twin and I think he has a twin....but thanks for all the sweets!!!!!! you are fantastic! The funeral service was beautiful, I'm sure WB would have loved it..*pretends to be sad that Writer's Block got axed* Thanks for not vanquishing my twin!!!!
The knowledge seeped into her mind silently. Paige had tried to kill herself. Her little sister...her BABY sister had been alone and hurting. She felt the control she had snap. Leaping off of the bed, she began a quick, furious pacing. Paige moved to stare at her, wondering what had happened in her to create such havoc.
"This is jsut great! They couldn't be satisfied with one of us could They? Hell no, no when there were four," she ranted, then threw her head back and laughed. A high-pitched, insane laughter that ended as abruptly as it had begun. The sound chilled Paige's blood and sent shivers down her spine. Her sister was losing it.
"They started with me at seventeen. I hated myself, the world...everything. Phoebe found me with a razor blade in my hand, about to cut my wrists. Damn, how I hated her for stopping me. They sure waited a long time to try again, didn't They? You were next. Sick bastards went after the youngest of us. We weren't there to stop you, and They knew it. Then it was Prue, but she beat them when she came back to us. Now it is Phoebe...Naruk is taunting us, waving her around in front of us, hoping we get dumb enough to go for her. They are all watching us, laughing at how easily we fall into their traps. Why couldn't They have stopped with me? Or you? Or even Prue? Was it really necessary to go after her too? After everything we have gone through, the least we deserve is the chance to be together...ALL of us. She should be here with us, damnit. My God, how much are we supposed to take? I am sick of it! SICK OF IT!! I won't let Them do this to me anymore. It isn't fair. IT ISN'T FAIR!" Paige watched her sister self destruct in frightened silence. Piper was never like this. It hurt to see her this way now.
"Didn't They hurt us enough? Didn't They? I want to know, damnit! Why again? Why EVER? We are good people, good witches. Especially Phoebe! We aren't perfect, we make mistakes, but we always try to do the right thing. Is it ever enough? Is this the reward we get for trying so hard to be good, stay on the right path? Fuck that! No. More." Paige stood and tried to stop her sister's wild movements, only to be pushed roughly away.
"Piper, you need to calm down. Listen to me, alright?," Paige tried, forcing her voice to be even and firm. Piper turned on her with a look cold enough to make Paige stop speaking.
"Screw. You. I am not going to calm down. I am through with being the calm, rational one. She is dead. DEAD. Do you understand that? Gone, buried...FOREVER. The game Naruk is playing...it isn't real. I know that, you know that, HE knows that...They are using this to test us, see jsut how far they can push us until we shatter like glass. Well, I've reached my limit. I can not take this anymore." Piper turned her face upward. Her expression dared anyone to challenge her. "You want us dead? Fine, you have Phoebe! You can have me too! I have HAD IT! Do you hear me? I am through participating in this sick game of life. You can't torture me anymore." With that Piper rushed to the door, Paige a couple steps behind her, and threw open the door. She collided with Prue, who had been listening at the door , and ran past her. Dashing down the stairs, she ignored the shouts from her sisters. She heard them behind her, gaining on her, and sped up. No way was she letting them talk her down. Finally, gasping, tears streaming down her face, she reached the kitchen. There, where she'd left it earlier, lay the means of her end, the means to a peaceful solace. She grabbed the knife and held it above her left wrist. "You win," she screamed and brought it down hard. It sliced deep into her skin, the pain shocking her, making her drag in a breath. But it didn't shock her enough.
She quickly placed the knife in her other hand, "I hope you are satisfied. Two out of four isn't bad," she sneered and slashed her other wrist. Prue was two steps away and caught her as she slid to the floor. "No," she thought, "Not bad at all." As Paige and Prue screamed at her not to give up, pleaded with anyone who would listen to save her, Piper closed her eyes and embraced the cold darkness.
"Leo," Paige shouted through tears. Leo orbed in, took one look at Piper, and knelt down to heal her.
"I know I'm not supposed to heal her, I know it doesn't work that way, but damnit, I don't care," he whispered, halfway to himself. The familiar glow came, then faded after a few moments.
"What? What's wrong?," Prue demanded. Paige broke down beside her, hitting the floor and jsut sobbing.
"I can't heal the dead," Leo answered in a monotone. Prue closed her eyes, willing the scene before her to be wrong. But when she opened her eyes, it was still there. Piper, laying in a pool of blood, dead, gone...Paige, weeping uncontrollably, begging for Them to take her too...Leo staring off into space, in shock, denying everything...and herself. How was she supposed to react? What was she supposed to do? Distractedly, she placed a hand on Paige's back, and hugged Piper's body to her. This was all so wrong...
AN: I know, I know. Mega short chapter. I'll do better next time I promise. Anyone shocked? I intentionally wired this chapter with electricity..don't worry it isn't just you. *tries to look innocent* All in favor of the next chapter, say aye! (lol)