AN: Woo! I finally got around to typing up the chapter I wrote a few
nights ago when I was suppose to be asleep. It is somewhat short because I
didn't like the other part I added so I have to rewrite it.
Andy blinked a few times. A steady pounding repeated in his head like a hammer smashing against his brain. He looked around the room, confused, when it registered where he was. The cries and whimpers coming from beside him caught his attention. He turned to see two very broken sisters. Immediately he scanned the room for Piper. His eyes came to rest on her still form sprawled across the cold concrete ground. If her skin weren't so pale he would've thought she was just an angel in a deep slumber. That's what she truly was now, an angel in the heavens. He tried to blink back the salty tears that burned his eyes. When he looked up there was a hideous face blocking his vision. "You," Andy growled. "I'll kill you for this." Dante laughed at him. "Am I supposed to be scared of the big bad mortal chained to the wall? Look at the two women next to you." Andy's eyes remained fixated on him. "I said look at them!" Dante yelled, grabbing tightly on Andy's head and jerking it to the two remaining Halliwells. "They are supposed to be two of the most powerful witches ever. What are they now? Nothing. They are pathetic. They couldn't even realize what they had till it was gone. And neither could you. You sicken me. I did Piper a favor by killing her." He made this odd hacking noise and spit on them.
Prue held Phoebe tightly in her arms. It wasn't meant to be like this. Piper was supposed to grow old with them. She was supposed to become a mother, an aunt, and a grandmother. Prue knew their job was dangerous, but she always thought the good outweighed the bad. They all had their battle scars but stopping evil from taking over the world seemed worth it. It wasn't though. Nothing was worth losing one of sisters, none of the innocents, none of the powers, nothing. Dante's words rung in her ears. She was a bad sister. She was should have protected her, but she hadn't. She broke her promise. It was her fault. "No!" Prue screamed. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. Please come back. Please."
AN: Bah too short and not too good. Sorry. But trust me reviews are motivation. I don't write without reviews.
Andy blinked a few times. A steady pounding repeated in his head like a hammer smashing against his brain. He looked around the room, confused, when it registered where he was. The cries and whimpers coming from beside him caught his attention. He turned to see two very broken sisters. Immediately he scanned the room for Piper. His eyes came to rest on her still form sprawled across the cold concrete ground. If her skin weren't so pale he would've thought she was just an angel in a deep slumber. That's what she truly was now, an angel in the heavens. He tried to blink back the salty tears that burned his eyes. When he looked up there was a hideous face blocking his vision. "You," Andy growled. "I'll kill you for this." Dante laughed at him. "Am I supposed to be scared of the big bad mortal chained to the wall? Look at the two women next to you." Andy's eyes remained fixated on him. "I said look at them!" Dante yelled, grabbing tightly on Andy's head and jerking it to the two remaining Halliwells. "They are supposed to be two of the most powerful witches ever. What are they now? Nothing. They are pathetic. They couldn't even realize what they had till it was gone. And neither could you. You sicken me. I did Piper a favor by killing her." He made this odd hacking noise and spit on them.
Prue held Phoebe tightly in her arms. It wasn't meant to be like this. Piper was supposed to grow old with them. She was supposed to become a mother, an aunt, and a grandmother. Prue knew their job was dangerous, but she always thought the good outweighed the bad. They all had their battle scars but stopping evil from taking over the world seemed worth it. It wasn't though. Nothing was worth losing one of sisters, none of the innocents, none of the powers, nothing. Dante's words rung in her ears. She was a bad sister. She was should have protected her, but she hadn't. She broke her promise. It was her fault. "No!" Prue screamed. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. Please come back. Please."
AN: Bah too short and not too good. Sorry. But trust me reviews are motivation. I don't write without reviews.
