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: Thanks everyone for stickin with me even though I left town for so long. Nice to know I have such great reviewers! You guyz are awesome! I can't wait to see what you have to say about this chapter, so read on and I'll shut up...:P
sara: you're welcome, I needed to include her! Thanks for reading all of my stories, that is very much appreciated! Thanks for your support!
Starring Piper: I'm glad you love it, that means a lot. I do enjoy writing, it's jsut that sometimes I don't like the finished result. *megahugz* thanks for reviewing
Pippergurl: well, you'll have to read to find out! thanks for the review!
Wotcha: it seems i've confused lotz of people! CONGRATS! you are review number one hundred! thank you thank you thank you. *grants three wishes*
Charmed Fanatic: I'm sooo sorry you had a hard time reading it, htis one will probably be hard to read to. It's jsut a way to show each of them and the emotions that are going on....hope it isn't too distracting. Thanks for reviewing.
Lara-Beth: thanks to both of you for the review! Moon: thanks for all your gifts!
Kristen's Paige: love ya sis. thanks for reviewing!
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!
*You have to find her. Come on. How hard can it be? It isn't a rocket science. You could do it easily with a spell, or by scrying...Find her. Eliminate her. Now. You have to find her. Come on. How hard can it be? It isn't a rocket science...*
Prue wanted to scream. She couldn't make the voice go away and it was making her crazy. Every time she tried to concentrate on something else, the words got louder, and louder, until it progressed into shouting. Slowly, Prue began rocking back and forth. Meditating. It was back to a whisper, her mantra. *You have to find her...* She directed all of her energy on the repetitious cry.
*Find her. Eliminate her. Now.*
Someone was reaching out to her, reaching out FOR her. The knowledge roared in her ears and made her feel powerful; then helpless. The gap between each emotion left her with a dull ache. Actually, the pain was a relief to her. It was preferable to the mindless ranting in her head, which seemed to fade as her pain increased. At least, at first. Before long, though, it had built to a shattering crescendo. Prue breathed in and out in a steady rhythm, then began to hum to drown out some of the sound.
*You have to find her....Find her. Eliminate her...You have to find her...*
When she stopped the humming, she realized that the voice had stopped. Relieved, she began to weep quietly. What was so important about this girl? Why couldn't she remember her?
Realization dawned on her. Something about what Prue had said kept pulling her back into the memory of her earlier conversation.
"All of my sisters are here."
Are here. As in present tense. As in, at the Manor. The need to see her sisters was overwhelming. Suddenly, it didn't matter anymore that Prue didn't remember her. All that mattered was that in this reality, Piper and Phoebe were alive and she wanted to be close to them.
"Get away from me," Piper spat angrily. She was sick of running scared. It was time to face the enemy, even if that did happen to be her family. She kicked the first person to get near her, which turned out to be Prue, and felt her foot sink into rotting flesh. Terror welled up again as she observed the damage she had done. The entire left side of her older sister's face was caved in and missing skin. Piper wretched and looked away, then strengthened her resolve and faced her attackers once more. Phoebe came at her and Piper grabbed her wrist and flipped her. After a sickening crunch, Phoebe lay motionless, to the joy of a relieved Piper. She didn't allow herself to dwell on the fact that it wasn't possible to kill an already dead person. Instead, she focused her attention on Paige, who was flying at her in a blind rage.
"MURDERER!," Paige hissed, tackling Piper roughly.
Murderer. She was a murderer. Prue was starting to feel sick again. No longer could she feel the icy, intense lust for blood. It was replaced by an even stronger wave of self-hate. Even more prominent, though, than the hatred for herself, was the need to remember Paige. She didn't want to kill her, not anymore, but jsut remember her. Who was she? Obviously, she had been important. Unless she was crazier than she was beginning to suspect and was focusing on a dead girl she'd never had any contact with. Not wanting to take things that far jsut yet, she concentrated on what little she knew. Her name, her death, and the nagging suspicion that Paige was her sister. That in itself should be enough to prove her insanity, but Prue couldn't make the thought leave her mind. Why? Because if Paige was her sister, then she should remember her. Which brought her back to the same question. Who was she?
"Who are you?," Phoebe asked, skipping hospitality in favor of terse, cut-to-the-chase questions. Paige couldn't speak, her throat was too tight. She ignored Phoebe's inquiry and jsut stared at her sister.
"You're alive," she finally managed to breath. Phoebe raised her eyebrows, clearly thinking that the woman on her doorstep was off her rocker.
"Wow. So are you," she replied sarcastically. Reality set in for Paige, crushing her only hope.
"You don't remember me either," she stated, sounding sad.
"I don't even know you!," Phoebe half-shouted.
"No, no, I suppose you don't," Paige agreed softly, then turned and walked away, leaving a puzzled Phoebe behind.
"Weirdo," Phoebe muttered and shut the door.
Paige walked desolately back to her car and climbed in. For agonizingly long minutes, she sat, staring at nothing, in the driver's seat. After a while, she turned the key and drove away, headed for the Golden Gate Park.
Golden Gate Park. The name popped into Prue's head unexpectedly and the impulse to jump in her car and head to the park was almost overpowering. Prue allowed herself to get as far as the front door before turning around again. Where was she going? She had things to figure out. But the urge wouldn't abate. So, with a frustrated sigh, Prue once again walked to the front door, this time exiting.
Paige's head hit the cement with a thud and Piper stared down at her, mesmerized by the gore. Before long, though, she was faced with Prue again and had to tear her gaze from the corpse...*was she dead?*... in order to dodge an oncoming blow.
"Mommy"
The sound slid over her like insects, crawling first up her spine, then down again. With a tremor of fear, she met the eyes of her son.
AN: Thanks everyone for stickin with me even though I left town for so long. Nice to know I have such great reviewers! You guyz are awesome! I can't wait to see what you have to say about this chapter, so read on and I'll shut up...:P
sara: you're welcome, I needed to include her! Thanks for reading all of my stories, that is very much appreciated! Thanks for your support!
Starring Piper: I'm glad you love it, that means a lot. I do enjoy writing, it's jsut that sometimes I don't like the finished result. *megahugz* thanks for reviewing
Pippergurl: well, you'll have to read to find out! thanks for the review!
Wotcha: it seems i've confused lotz of people! CONGRATS! you are review number one hundred! thank you thank you thank you. *grants three wishes*
Charmed Fanatic: I'm sooo sorry you had a hard time reading it, htis one will probably be hard to read to. It's jsut a way to show each of them and the emotions that are going on....hope it isn't too distracting. Thanks for reviewing.
Lara-Beth: thanks to both of you for the review! Moon: thanks for all your gifts!
Kristen's Paige: love ya sis. thanks for reviewing!
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!
*You have to find her. Come on. How hard can it be? It isn't a rocket science. You could do it easily with a spell, or by scrying...Find her. Eliminate her. Now. You have to find her. Come on. How hard can it be? It isn't a rocket science...*
Prue wanted to scream. She couldn't make the voice go away and it was making her crazy. Every time she tried to concentrate on something else, the words got louder, and louder, until it progressed into shouting. Slowly, Prue began rocking back and forth. Meditating. It was back to a whisper, her mantra. *You have to find her...* She directed all of her energy on the repetitious cry.
*Find her. Eliminate her. Now.*
Someone was reaching out to her, reaching out FOR her. The knowledge roared in her ears and made her feel powerful; then helpless. The gap between each emotion left her with a dull ache. Actually, the pain was a relief to her. It was preferable to the mindless ranting in her head, which seemed to fade as her pain increased. At least, at first. Before long, though, it had built to a shattering crescendo. Prue breathed in and out in a steady rhythm, then began to hum to drown out some of the sound.
*You have to find her....Find her. Eliminate her...You have to find her...*
When she stopped the humming, she realized that the voice had stopped. Relieved, she began to weep quietly. What was so important about this girl? Why couldn't she remember her?
Realization dawned on her. Something about what Prue had said kept pulling her back into the memory of her earlier conversation.
"All of my sisters are here."
Are here. As in present tense. As in, at the Manor. The need to see her sisters was overwhelming. Suddenly, it didn't matter anymore that Prue didn't remember her. All that mattered was that in this reality, Piper and Phoebe were alive and she wanted to be close to them.
"Get away from me," Piper spat angrily. She was sick of running scared. It was time to face the enemy, even if that did happen to be her family. She kicked the first person to get near her, which turned out to be Prue, and felt her foot sink into rotting flesh. Terror welled up again as she observed the damage she had done. The entire left side of her older sister's face was caved in and missing skin. Piper wretched and looked away, then strengthened her resolve and faced her attackers once more. Phoebe came at her and Piper grabbed her wrist and flipped her. After a sickening crunch, Phoebe lay motionless, to the joy of a relieved Piper. She didn't allow herself to dwell on the fact that it wasn't possible to kill an already dead person. Instead, she focused her attention on Paige, who was flying at her in a blind rage.
"MURDERER!," Paige hissed, tackling Piper roughly.
Murderer. She was a murderer. Prue was starting to feel sick again. No longer could she feel the icy, intense lust for blood. It was replaced by an even stronger wave of self-hate. Even more prominent, though, than the hatred for herself, was the need to remember Paige. She didn't want to kill her, not anymore, but jsut remember her. Who was she? Obviously, she had been important. Unless she was crazier than she was beginning to suspect and was focusing on a dead girl she'd never had any contact with. Not wanting to take things that far jsut yet, she concentrated on what little she knew. Her name, her death, and the nagging suspicion that Paige was her sister. That in itself should be enough to prove her insanity, but Prue couldn't make the thought leave her mind. Why? Because if Paige was her sister, then she should remember her. Which brought her back to the same question. Who was she?
"Who are you?," Phoebe asked, skipping hospitality in favor of terse, cut-to-the-chase questions. Paige couldn't speak, her throat was too tight. She ignored Phoebe's inquiry and jsut stared at her sister.
"You're alive," she finally managed to breath. Phoebe raised her eyebrows, clearly thinking that the woman on her doorstep was off her rocker.
"Wow. So are you," she replied sarcastically. Reality set in for Paige, crushing her only hope.
"You don't remember me either," she stated, sounding sad.
"I don't even know you!," Phoebe half-shouted.
"No, no, I suppose you don't," Paige agreed softly, then turned and walked away, leaving a puzzled Phoebe behind.
"Weirdo," Phoebe muttered and shut the door.
Paige walked desolately back to her car and climbed in. For agonizingly long minutes, she sat, staring at nothing, in the driver's seat. After a while, she turned the key and drove away, headed for the Golden Gate Park.
Golden Gate Park. The name popped into Prue's head unexpectedly and the impulse to jump in her car and head to the park was almost overpowering. Prue allowed herself to get as far as the front door before turning around again. Where was she going? She had things to figure out. But the urge wouldn't abate. So, with a frustrated sigh, Prue once again walked to the front door, this time exiting.
Paige's head hit the cement with a thud and Piper stared down at her, mesmerized by the gore. Before long, though, she was faced with Prue again and had to tear her gaze from the corpse...*was she dead?*... in order to dodge an oncoming blow.
"Mommy"
The sound slid over her like insects, crawling first up her spine, then down again. With a tremor of fear, she met the eyes of her son.