Broken

Prue smiled and placed her hand on the side of Piper's face. She took her finger and traced the scar on Piper's eyebrow. "I remember when you got that scar, Piper. Grams had just left the room to go get Phoebe's bottle, she was about one at the time. You were about two. I was holding Phoebe who was crying. You tried to walk over to see why, and you tripped. Hitting the table and cutting your eyebrow." Her voice was low and quiet. Her ice blue eyes had a far away look to them.

''No." Came Piper's choked reply. "Prue is dead. Dead. You hear me?! You are not her!" Piper tried to reach for the Source, but the shackles held her back. "She is dead!"

Prue sighed and shook her head slowly. Her long dark brown hair shimmering the light. "I'm not dead, as you can see. I'm very much alive." It bothered her only a little that her sister reacted to the news like this. That was to be expected, however.

"Feel the fever coming.

You're shaking and twitching.

You can scratch all over.

But that won't stop your itching."

"My sister wouldn't kidnap me! She wouldn't be the Source!" Piper was determined not to believe the truth. It was to hard to accept. To hard to understand. The person she looked up to for her entire life was evil? No way in hell could that be true, in her opinion.

Prue took off the cloak completely, showing a dark red back-less dress. A very 'Prue' dress. Her eyes reading Piper, understanding what's going on in her mind. "I know you don't believe me, Piper. I'm sure it's hard to comprehend. But it's true. In your heart you feel it...." Prue focused on the cuffs that held her sister. They opened telekinetically. "I know you can't leave, also. Not with out Leo. And that precious little baby of yours doesn't have the power to orb." She said the last part with a half-smile.

Piper practically jumped out of the bed when she was released. She raised her hands and tried to make the Source explode. Nothing happened, to her horror. "No! Dammit! You can't be Prue!" The realization hit her.

"You can neither freeze your sisters, nor blow them up. Remember?" Prue raised an eyebrow. "Do you also remember when you were 17 and you were dating Jason Donnall? You came to me one night, shaking in what was obviously fear? You have just lost your... Well, let's just say you weren't 'innocent' anymore because of Jason... "

Piper's dark eyes widened, recalling the event. "Prue?" She asked, "It is you, isn't it?" Her voice was shaky and weak. "Why are you doing this? Why...?"

"Yes it's me. Like I have been saying, my dear sister. Took you long enough to realize it! Hell, Cole figured it out sooner!" She smirked darkly. "But he won't be telling anyone anytime soon." Her smirk darkened as she saw her younger sister visibly pale. "Why I am doing this, you ask? Simply because I can. And I feel good doing it."

Piper backed up and pressed herself against the wall, trying to keep away from her sister as much as possible. "How can you do this to us? Your sisters?"

"Being what I am, evil, feels so much better than being 'Good!' The freedom! You can do whatever you want, when you want to! Your powers are endless!" As Prue was talking her eyes seemed to glow with the passion she gave as she talked. It was noticeable that she loved it, loved being evil. "The power!"

"Prue... Please... Stop.... Think..." Piper said quietly. "You're a good witch. A very good, powerful witch. You've saved scores of innocents... Think about this, Prue, you're not-"

Prue turned on her heel and looked at her sister, whom she had cut off. "No, Piper. I'm the SOURCE! Do you hear me!? The Source! And there is nothing you can do about it!"

"Unwanted, Uninvited kin.

It creeps beneath your crawling skin,

It lives without,

It lives within you."

Piper stared at her older sister in horror. Her mind and heart racing. One arm draped over her abdomen protectively. A thought racing through her head, Oh my God, Prue. What happened to you?