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: I'm back!! I'll get back into the thanking people every chapter next chapter. Right now, I'm still trying to catch up from being gone! I do want to thank you guys for being patient with me, and apologize again for leaving you like that. I'll try to write as much as possible in as little time as possible. Hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know regardless!
Starring Piper: You thanked me throughout your story even when I wasn't there, so I wanted to give you a spot. You woulda had one anyway...but that isn't the point...anyway, thanks for always being my inspiration. Enjoy the chapter
AN: Starring Piper and I have begun a Charmed parody! If you like humor, please give it a try...flaming is not only accepted, it is embraced. We need to know if this project is worth continuing...It's called Killing Memory's Thief. Thanks! Our joint penname is Starring Charmed. Please check it out!
Prue watched Naruk make his way slowly across the dimly-lit room, his footsteps arrogant and sure. Hatred welled inside of her, searing a path from the pit of her stomach to the back of her throat. Naruk chuckled, thoroughly enjoying his role in the "all powerful" Charmed One's downfall, and thoroughly pissing her off.
"Your sister is terribly exhausted," he told her, getting the expected reaction. Prue visibly tensed at the mere mention of her previously wounded baby sister and fight jumped into her eyes like flames. "Let's make this as quick as possible. Drop the anger and hostility? She needs the rest," he finished in an infuriatingly polite tone.
"Fine," she agreed, forcing her body to relax to show her compliance. Naruk smiled broadly, opening his arms widely.
"Good, good. How do you like the setup?," he asked. Prue grimaced and narrowed her eyes.
"Get on with it," she ordered in a flat voice. Naruk nodded.
"You know, Prue, this fierce protective attitude I'm sensing towards Paige is really very unnecessary," he began, dancing around his first major point, "Can you tell me why you feel the need to shelter her?"
"What are you? A shrink? I told you to get on with it," she spat tersely.
"Oh, but this is why I'm here," he replied. Prue arched her eyebrows in a silent question. "I want some answers," he continued, "Knowing your opponent always tips the scales in your favor. Isn't that what your precious Book does for you?"
"Ask away," she conceded, folding her arms across her chest. She was a picture of nonchalance. Just the right expression, just the right stance...all except her eyes. They radiated an icy contempt she couldn't completely disguise.
"Let me rephrase my previous question," he began again, locking his eyes on hers, "Why do you protect a woman clearly able to take care of herself? She proved that with Piper. Don't you think?"
"I really have no idea what you're talking about," she told him calmly. Naruk studied her expression carefully, looking for any sign of emotion. None. She was good.
"Well, then, let me explain myself," he answered, all to happy to oblige. Prue waited, still completely unruffled on the surface. Inside she was boiling. "After a great deal of prodding, you sister admitted to a very dark secret. She begged me not to tell, but under the circumstances, I see no reason to conceal it from you. Other than out of cruelty. Brace yourself, Prue. This is liable to upset you," he cautioned her, pretending concern, "Paige told me the reason for Piper's death. I must say it shocked even me."
"Did it?," she asked when he seemed to expect a reply. He forced himself not to get impatient with her for the disinterest she was showing. She would soon want to know all about what he wanted to say.
"Yes, it did," he answered, "She was quite upset. She screamed all kinds of things about your sister. How much she despised her for being the one you all adored so much and how left out she felt. In fact, she told me she had never really believed any of you ever honestly cared about her. Then she told me what she said to Piper to drive her over the edge. I'll spare you the horrid details. Needless to say, Piper's demise was no accident."
He didn't honestly expect her to react so soon into his story. Her explosive anger surprised him. She not only bought it, she was livid. He watched her face contort into a fierce rage, her eyes flaming intensely.
"I'll kill her," Prue screamed, throwing any object she could get her hands on, "I should have seen it coming. I never trusted the lying bitch." Naruk crossed to her, forcing her to stop her enraged fit.
"If you are going to murder her, I suggest you do it from the comfort of your own home. Give her a taste of what she did to Piper," he proposed softly. Prue glanced at him, considering his suggestion.
"That's perfect. I am not going to give her the privilege of a quick death brought on by impulsive behavior," Prue whispered, appearing trance-like as she plotted.
Naruk nearly smiled as she turned to leave the room, walking slowly with her fists clenched at her sides. Paige was in for a big shock, and he almost wished he could watch one sister destroy the other. Instead, he began to imagine the respect he would gain from causing the Charmed Ones to self-destruct with two easy conversations. Doubts tried to worm their way into his thoughts, but he kept them at bay with the image of Prue's eyes, snapping with anger.
"Paige," Prue muttered harshly, "Get up. We're going home." Paige looked up at her words, noticing her tone. Had she been wrong? Would Prue leave her? Slowly, she felt herself spinning out of control. She couldn't be alone. Not again. Without her sisters, she was nothing. What was she going to do? Silently, she willed death to overtake her, refusing to contemplate a reality without her sisters' steady support keeping her going. Prue jerked her arm, forcing her to get off the floor. Their eyes locked. Paige's were pleading, begging Prue to come back to her. Prue's were ice cold and emotionless.
"I'm sorry."
AN: Well, it's sort of a cliffhanger. Will Prue really kill her sister, will Paige survive yet another loss...Anyways, forgive me if this chapter isn't very well written. It's been so long...*sigh* Sorry about the briefness. I'll work hard on getting the chapter back up to speed. Please review.
AN: I'm back!! I'll get back into the thanking people every chapter next chapter. Right now, I'm still trying to catch up from being gone! I do want to thank you guys for being patient with me, and apologize again for leaving you like that. I'll try to write as much as possible in as little time as possible. Hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know regardless!
Starring Piper: You thanked me throughout your story even when I wasn't there, so I wanted to give you a spot. You woulda had one anyway...but that isn't the point...anyway, thanks for always being my inspiration. Enjoy the chapter
AN: Starring Piper and I have begun a Charmed parody! If you like humor, please give it a try...flaming is not only accepted, it is embraced. We need to know if this project is worth continuing...It's called Killing Memory's Thief. Thanks! Our joint penname is Starring Charmed. Please check it out!
Prue watched Naruk make his way slowly across the dimly-lit room, his footsteps arrogant and sure. Hatred welled inside of her, searing a path from the pit of her stomach to the back of her throat. Naruk chuckled, thoroughly enjoying his role in the "all powerful" Charmed One's downfall, and thoroughly pissing her off.
"Your sister is terribly exhausted," he told her, getting the expected reaction. Prue visibly tensed at the mere mention of her previously wounded baby sister and fight jumped into her eyes like flames. "Let's make this as quick as possible. Drop the anger and hostility? She needs the rest," he finished in an infuriatingly polite tone.
"Fine," she agreed, forcing her body to relax to show her compliance. Naruk smiled broadly, opening his arms widely.
"Good, good. How do you like the setup?," he asked. Prue grimaced and narrowed her eyes.
"Get on with it," she ordered in a flat voice. Naruk nodded.
"You know, Prue, this fierce protective attitude I'm sensing towards Paige is really very unnecessary," he began, dancing around his first major point, "Can you tell me why you feel the need to shelter her?"
"What are you? A shrink? I told you to get on with it," she spat tersely.
"Oh, but this is why I'm here," he replied. Prue arched her eyebrows in a silent question. "I want some answers," he continued, "Knowing your opponent always tips the scales in your favor. Isn't that what your precious Book does for you?"
"Ask away," she conceded, folding her arms across her chest. She was a picture of nonchalance. Just the right expression, just the right stance...all except her eyes. They radiated an icy contempt she couldn't completely disguise.
"Let me rephrase my previous question," he began again, locking his eyes on hers, "Why do you protect a woman clearly able to take care of herself? She proved that with Piper. Don't you think?"
"I really have no idea what you're talking about," she told him calmly. Naruk studied her expression carefully, looking for any sign of emotion. None. She was good.
"Well, then, let me explain myself," he answered, all to happy to oblige. Prue waited, still completely unruffled on the surface. Inside she was boiling. "After a great deal of prodding, you sister admitted to a very dark secret. She begged me not to tell, but under the circumstances, I see no reason to conceal it from you. Other than out of cruelty. Brace yourself, Prue. This is liable to upset you," he cautioned her, pretending concern, "Paige told me the reason for Piper's death. I must say it shocked even me."
"Did it?," she asked when he seemed to expect a reply. He forced himself not to get impatient with her for the disinterest she was showing. She would soon want to know all about what he wanted to say.
"Yes, it did," he answered, "She was quite upset. She screamed all kinds of things about your sister. How much she despised her for being the one you all adored so much and how left out she felt. In fact, she told me she had never really believed any of you ever honestly cared about her. Then she told me what she said to Piper to drive her over the edge. I'll spare you the horrid details. Needless to say, Piper's demise was no accident."
He didn't honestly expect her to react so soon into his story. Her explosive anger surprised him. She not only bought it, she was livid. He watched her face contort into a fierce rage, her eyes flaming intensely.
"I'll kill her," Prue screamed, throwing any object she could get her hands on, "I should have seen it coming. I never trusted the lying bitch." Naruk crossed to her, forcing her to stop her enraged fit.
"If you are going to murder her, I suggest you do it from the comfort of your own home. Give her a taste of what she did to Piper," he proposed softly. Prue glanced at him, considering his suggestion.
"That's perfect. I am not going to give her the privilege of a quick death brought on by impulsive behavior," Prue whispered, appearing trance-like as she plotted.
Naruk nearly smiled as she turned to leave the room, walking slowly with her fists clenched at her sides. Paige was in for a big shock, and he almost wished he could watch one sister destroy the other. Instead, he began to imagine the respect he would gain from causing the Charmed Ones to self-destruct with two easy conversations. Doubts tried to worm their way into his thoughts, but he kept them at bay with the image of Prue's eyes, snapping with anger.
"Paige," Prue muttered harshly, "Get up. We're going home." Paige looked up at her words, noticing her tone. Had she been wrong? Would Prue leave her? Slowly, she felt herself spinning out of control. She couldn't be alone. Not again. Without her sisters, she was nothing. What was she going to do? Silently, she willed death to overtake her, refusing to contemplate a reality without her sisters' steady support keeping her going. Prue jerked her arm, forcing her to get off the floor. Their eyes locked. Paige's were pleading, begging Prue to come back to her. Prue's were ice cold and emotionless.
"I'm sorry."
AN: Well, it's sort of a cliffhanger. Will Prue really kill her sister, will Paige survive yet another loss...Anyways, forgive me if this chapter isn't very well written. It's been so long...*sigh* Sorry about the briefness. I'll work hard on getting the chapter back up to speed. Please review.