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: Hey Twin! well, I doubt this chapter will surprise you much, since I told you my ideas and all...oh well, hope you like it.
Wotcha: wow...coming from you....that means a WHOLE lot. really. I never expected to be "one of the best" that's....wow. *sounds crazed as well*
wAnNaBpIpEr: heya! Finally, it let you read them! I'm really sorry but I can't grant you your wish. Not all of it...Piper will be in this chapter, but it isn't going to be happy at all...
Charmed Fanatic: With everything that has happened to them all, it's surprising that she hadn't snapped before. I hope I didn't make it happen so fast that you couldn't like it. Thanks for reviewing!
Daisy: shocked me too. I had no idea what I was going to do until I wrote it.
HalliwellGirls: Alright! You got this chapter too. YAY! Hope you don't hate me too much
Kristen's Paige: Here is your honorary spot. I know you are out of town. But you get an AN anyway!!
Lara-Beth: NO! Like I said, you cannot kill my twin. WB's twin, however, needs to be destroyed. I certainly hope no one wants to kill me for last chapter..*hides* thanks for the sweets...and thanks for reviewing!
david: Hey, and welcome to the story! Thanks for reviewing and letting me know you wanted more. :)
The pain. It was unbearable. Piper felt herself being sucked from her body into... into... nothingness. A flash of light made her wince, and when she opened her eyes again she saw Leo walking towards her. She tried to call out, but her voice was gone. The fire eating her from the inside had taken her voice, taken her emotions All that was left was this pain, this horrid pain.
"Piper, I can only interrupt your falling for a second. I came to tell you that I love you, that your sisters love you. You didn't have to do this, we could have helped you," he told her brokenly, tears building in his eyes until one slipped down his cheek. His wife, his one true love...gone. And he couldn't save her. He heard her voice echoing in his head. 'Where am I going?' He looked at her sadly.
"Hell," he answered simply. Fear passed through her eyes, then acceptance. She had known. He wanted to take her in his arms, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't be able to let go. How had everything gone so wrong? Her voice, like a thought in his mind, once more filled his head. 'I'm sorry. Tell them I'm sorry...and I love you all.' His heart shattered and the pain was like a million knives stabbing him over and over again.
"Goodbye, my love," he whispered before her screams took over his mind. She was being pulled away from him. It hurt. She writhed against the pain, fought it with everything. Then, as it weakened her, she looked at her soulmate one last time. Her world went black and it was all over.
Leo orbed back into the Manor. He had to deal with his remaining charges. They were both sitting on the couch. Paige was curled into a ball, gently rocking back and forth. Her eyes. Her eyes would haunt him. They were so filled with sorrow that he had to look away or be pulled into them. He forced his gaze onto Prue. She looked peaceful, so calm and collected. He knew better. He knew that just beyond the surface there were emotions boiling, begging to be let out.
"They took her away to...wherever they put bodies before the funeral," Prue informed him in an icy voice, "I cleaned up the blood. So much blood...so much..." Leo stared at her helplessly, at a loss for words. "I called Glenn, too. For Paige. She's a wreck. He'll be back tomorrow morning." Paige didn't even acknowledge that her name had been spoken. She just kept rocking. Back and forth, back and forth, back....
"He and I will deal with the funeral arrangements," Leo said. He knew they wouldn't be able to handle it. They had already buried one sister. Silence suffocated him. He had to go. "Jsut....jsut call if you need me," he whispered, and orbed out. Prue barely heard him. Paige continued her gentle motions.
* She's dead, Paige. D.E.A.D. You did it. You killed your own sister. You wanted so badly for her to comfort you, make you feel better because of everything that had happened. But instead you drove her to the edge. You knew, somewhere in your mind, you knew she was close to snapping. That's why you told her. As sick is that is, you wanted to see what would happen if you pushed another button. Well, are you satisfied? She sliced herself up. All because of you. She said she needed you, so you decided, what the hell? Let's kill her. How's that for gratitude? She died thinking you loved her, that you cared for her. She killed herself anyway. She didn't need you. You knew that, too. That's why you didn't run fast enough. That's why instead of taking the knife from her, you jsut watched her do it. You are a murderer. You could have stopped her. But you didn't. You didn't because you hate her. You hate her for never knowing you. You hated her because while she was tucked away with your sisters, you were alone. She'd dead now. You got your wish. Congratulations, killer. Piper. is. dead.*
Paige covered her ears in an attempt to block out her thoughts. She didn't hate her, she didn't. Did she? "No," she whispered, hot, salty tears dripping down her cheeks, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Prue glanced at her. Something in her younger sister's face made her drop her defenses and go to her. Silently, she wrapped her arms around her sister's frame, trying to in some way comfort her, make it easier.
"I killed her, Prue. It's my fault," Paige said, her voice muffled against Prue's shirt. Prue jerked away from her, pulling back to look into her eyes.
"No, this wasn't your fault. None of this was your fault. She chose to leave us. Don't blame yourself," she said firmly. Never in her life had she hated someone as much as she did Piper. Piper had destroyed everything. Paige, Leo...her. With that hatred, came a heavy guilt.
*It is your fault. Don't listen to her. You did this, and you wanted to. It felt good to watch you big sister hurt herself. It felt good to watch her bleed. You can't deny it. You know it's true. You did this. You. Prue doesn't know how sick you are. She will, though. When she finds out, she is going to hate you. Are you going to kill her too?*
Paige squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Prue held her, stroking her hair, whispering words of comfort. But those words were drowned out by a nagging voice in her mind. She clung to her older sister, willing away the thoughts. They were lies, they had to be. She loved Piper. Loved her. She wouldn't hurt her, not on purpose.
*You hated her. You wanted her dead...admit it. Go on...admit that you killed her....*
Sleep tugged at them until finally, in a heap on the couch, they both succumbed. And then he came. Naruk had been waiting ever since he had found out that another one of the witches was dead. How perfect for him. Smiling, he walked into the clearing. That same damn forest!
"Hello again," he whispered.
"What are you doing here? It's a little early, don't you think?," Prue demanded, putting one arm protectively around her shivering sister.
"Oh, no. My timing is perfect. I came to sweeten my offer a little," he told them, smiling widely. Without the Power of Three, he was sure to win. They would all be dead in less than a week.
"No thanks. We don't want your deal," Prue said, waving her free hand in dismissal.
"I think you might reconsider, once you know the newer, revised deal. I am here to offer you a two for one special. You overcome my obstacles, and you can have both of your sisters back. My condition is you must agree tonight. What do you say?," he asked, his eyes turning cold and calculating. If they said no, he would kill them anyway. The thought filled him with a black joy. He would be their downfall, regardless of their decision.
"We accept," Paige agreed, speaking for the first time. Anything. Anything to prove that voice wrong. She didn't hate her sister, she loved her and she wanted her back. Prue nodded, indicating that she, too, wanted to take him up on his offer.
"Very well," he purred, "You have three days. The tests start tomorrow. I will allow you a night of rest. Surely you need it." With that, he disappeared, leaving them alone to wonder about what he would put them through.
AN: Hey, people! Thanks for reading!
Starring Piper: Hey Twin! well, I doubt this chapter will surprise you much, since I told you my ideas and all...oh well, hope you like it.
Wotcha: wow...coming from you....that means a WHOLE lot. really. I never expected to be "one of the best" that's....wow. *sounds crazed as well*
wAnNaBpIpEr: heya! Finally, it let you read them! I'm really sorry but I can't grant you your wish. Not all of it...Piper will be in this chapter, but it isn't going to be happy at all...
Charmed Fanatic: With everything that has happened to them all, it's surprising that she hadn't snapped before. I hope I didn't make it happen so fast that you couldn't like it. Thanks for reviewing!
Daisy: shocked me too. I had no idea what I was going to do until I wrote it.
HalliwellGirls: Alright! You got this chapter too. YAY! Hope you don't hate me too much
Kristen's Paige: Here is your honorary spot. I know you are out of town. But you get an AN anyway!!
Lara-Beth: NO! Like I said, you cannot kill my twin. WB's twin, however, needs to be destroyed. I certainly hope no one wants to kill me for last chapter..*hides* thanks for the sweets...and thanks for reviewing!
david: Hey, and welcome to the story! Thanks for reviewing and letting me know you wanted more. :)
The pain. It was unbearable. Piper felt herself being sucked from her body into... into... nothingness. A flash of light made her wince, and when she opened her eyes again she saw Leo walking towards her. She tried to call out, but her voice was gone. The fire eating her from the inside had taken her voice, taken her emotions All that was left was this pain, this horrid pain.
"Piper, I can only interrupt your falling for a second. I came to tell you that I love you, that your sisters love you. You didn't have to do this, we could have helped you," he told her brokenly, tears building in his eyes until one slipped down his cheek. His wife, his one true love...gone. And he couldn't save her. He heard her voice echoing in his head. 'Where am I going?' He looked at her sadly.
"Hell," he answered simply. Fear passed through her eyes, then acceptance. She had known. He wanted to take her in his arms, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't be able to let go. How had everything gone so wrong? Her voice, like a thought in his mind, once more filled his head. 'I'm sorry. Tell them I'm sorry...and I love you all.' His heart shattered and the pain was like a million knives stabbing him over and over again.
"Goodbye, my love," he whispered before her screams took over his mind. She was being pulled away from him. It hurt. She writhed against the pain, fought it with everything. Then, as it weakened her, she looked at her soulmate one last time. Her world went black and it was all over.
Leo orbed back into the Manor. He had to deal with his remaining charges. They were both sitting on the couch. Paige was curled into a ball, gently rocking back and forth. Her eyes. Her eyes would haunt him. They were so filled with sorrow that he had to look away or be pulled into them. He forced his gaze onto Prue. She looked peaceful, so calm and collected. He knew better. He knew that just beyond the surface there were emotions boiling, begging to be let out.
"They took her away to...wherever they put bodies before the funeral," Prue informed him in an icy voice, "I cleaned up the blood. So much blood...so much..." Leo stared at her helplessly, at a loss for words. "I called Glenn, too. For Paige. She's a wreck. He'll be back tomorrow morning." Paige didn't even acknowledge that her name had been spoken. She just kept rocking. Back and forth, back and forth, back....
"He and I will deal with the funeral arrangements," Leo said. He knew they wouldn't be able to handle it. They had already buried one sister. Silence suffocated him. He had to go. "Jsut....jsut call if you need me," he whispered, and orbed out. Prue barely heard him. Paige continued her gentle motions.
* She's dead, Paige. D.E.A.D. You did it. You killed your own sister. You wanted so badly for her to comfort you, make you feel better because of everything that had happened. But instead you drove her to the edge. You knew, somewhere in your mind, you knew she was close to snapping. That's why you told her. As sick is that is, you wanted to see what would happen if you pushed another button. Well, are you satisfied? She sliced herself up. All because of you. She said she needed you, so you decided, what the hell? Let's kill her. How's that for gratitude? She died thinking you loved her, that you cared for her. She killed herself anyway. She didn't need you. You knew that, too. That's why you didn't run fast enough. That's why instead of taking the knife from her, you jsut watched her do it. You are a murderer. You could have stopped her. But you didn't. You didn't because you hate her. You hate her for never knowing you. You hated her because while she was tucked away with your sisters, you were alone. She'd dead now. You got your wish. Congratulations, killer. Piper. is. dead.*
Paige covered her ears in an attempt to block out her thoughts. She didn't hate her, she didn't. Did she? "No," she whispered, hot, salty tears dripping down her cheeks, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Prue glanced at her. Something in her younger sister's face made her drop her defenses and go to her. Silently, she wrapped her arms around her sister's frame, trying to in some way comfort her, make it easier.
"I killed her, Prue. It's my fault," Paige said, her voice muffled against Prue's shirt. Prue jerked away from her, pulling back to look into her eyes.
"No, this wasn't your fault. None of this was your fault. She chose to leave us. Don't blame yourself," she said firmly. Never in her life had she hated someone as much as she did Piper. Piper had destroyed everything. Paige, Leo...her. With that hatred, came a heavy guilt.
*It is your fault. Don't listen to her. You did this, and you wanted to. It felt good to watch you big sister hurt herself. It felt good to watch her bleed. You can't deny it. You know it's true. You did this. You. Prue doesn't know how sick you are. She will, though. When she finds out, she is going to hate you. Are you going to kill her too?*
Paige squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Prue held her, stroking her hair, whispering words of comfort. But those words were drowned out by a nagging voice in her mind. She clung to her older sister, willing away the thoughts. They were lies, they had to be. She loved Piper. Loved her. She wouldn't hurt her, not on purpose.
*You hated her. You wanted her dead...admit it. Go on...admit that you killed her....*
Sleep tugged at them until finally, in a heap on the couch, they both succumbed. And then he came. Naruk had been waiting ever since he had found out that another one of the witches was dead. How perfect for him. Smiling, he walked into the clearing. That same damn forest!
"Hello again," he whispered.
"What are you doing here? It's a little early, don't you think?," Prue demanded, putting one arm protectively around her shivering sister.
"Oh, no. My timing is perfect. I came to sweeten my offer a little," he told them, smiling widely. Without the Power of Three, he was sure to win. They would all be dead in less than a week.
"No thanks. We don't want your deal," Prue said, waving her free hand in dismissal.
"I think you might reconsider, once you know the newer, revised deal. I am here to offer you a two for one special. You overcome my obstacles, and you can have both of your sisters back. My condition is you must agree tonight. What do you say?," he asked, his eyes turning cold and calculating. If they said no, he would kill them anyway. The thought filled him with a black joy. He would be their downfall, regardless of their decision.
"We accept," Paige agreed, speaking for the first time. Anything. Anything to prove that voice wrong. She didn't hate her sister, she loved her and she wanted her back. Prue nodded, indicating that she, too, wanted to take him up on his offer.
"Very well," he purred, "You have three days. The tests start tomorrow. I will allow you a night of rest. Surely you need it." With that, he disappeared, leaving them alone to wonder about what he would put them through.