The Awakening

Sequel to the Charmed Eppy, "All Hell Breaks Loose."

"Nooooo!" Piper screamed as she woke up to find her oldest sister dead next to her. "No Leo! Fix her! Save her dammit!!!" Her voice shrill and loud. "Leo! Please?! Just-Just do it! Screw 'Them'! Bring her back!" Her dark brown eyes afire with pain and confusion. Only a few minutes ago her and Prue were trying to explain the situation to Dr. Griffiths.

Leo grabbed Piper and held her. She fought for a minute before breaking down into his arms. "She gone, Piper. Prue's gone." He fought back his own tears as he realized the eldest Charmed One wasn't coming back.

Two Days Later:

The alchemist frowned as he entered the city morgue while holding a black bag. The morgue was to morbid, even for a vile creature such as himself. "Humans... When will they ever learn?" He walked over to the doctor in charge of Prudence Halliwell's autopsy, court ordered, and fired a yellow beam of light into the startled man's eyes. Killing him instantly. "How I love that power."

He pulled the white sheet back and looked at the young woman lying dead on the cold slab. He checks over her body to make sure she hadn't the procedure preformed on her yet. "In one piece, I see." He said with a disgusting smirk. The alchemist grabbed a black robe out of his bag and laid it over the dead woman. "Such a pity." He then took a step back and raised his hand while chanting a few choice words.

Prudence Halliwell sat up and gasped for breath. Her eyes wild and confused as her lungs seared with the cold, dry air entering them for the first time in days. She grasped at the robe laid on her and covered herself. "Where? How? When?" She managed to say.

" 'Ey there, love. Why don't you be a dear and cover yourself up with that there robe? We need to be getten back to the Source's chamber soon. He'll be mighty furious if we don't." He smirked again at her.

She cringed and threw on the robe, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be going. Anytime soon." Prue raised her hand to TK the demon away, but she barely shoved him with her powers. "What?"

He laughed at her reaction. "You were dead, dear. Several days, in fact. You'll be gettin' your powers in good time. Even if you was a Charmed One. But for now, you're going with me." The alchemist reached back into his bag and lifted out a little glass bottle filled with a clear liquid. He threw it at her feet. The glass smashed and a cloud of gas spiraled around the Halliwell.

"No..." She said in a small voice as she fell to the ground in a deep sleep.

"Best cover my tracks." He thought aloud as he picked up the sleeping beauty and threw her over his shoulder. He raised his hand and a identical copy of Prue appeared on the slab. He drew the covers over the copy. "Ah, the wonders of magic." The alchemist looked at the dead doctor and shrugged. He blinked out of the morgue and to his Master's chambers.

Sometime Later:

"Let me out of here!" Prue's angry voice rang out through the barren cave walls of the Source's underworld palace. She was in a small room chained to the wall. The eldest Halliwell had nothing on except the black robe the alchemist had given her a few days earlier. Since then she had been beaten, starved, tortured, dehydrated, but nothing could break her spirit. She would not give up. "Let me out of here you Son of a Bitch!" Her ice blue eyes practically glowed in rage. "Where are you?!" She bellowed. "Are you afraid to face me?!" Silence answered her. "Come on, Asshole! Where the hell are you?!" She continued her verbal assault for several more hours until her voice started to leave her. Even then she still yelled out taunts and profanity. She didn't care if it was 'lady like', all she knew is that she was pissed off.

The Seer melted into the scenery and smirked. Her thick black hair wrapped in it's usual bun. She had her hands hidden under her blood red parka. "I notice you're angry, Prudence." Her voice was cool, and yet teasing.

"Angry?" Prue said in a now rather raspy voice. Her eyes filled with hatred. "You have no idea." She lunged at the Seer, fighting at the chains. But it was useless, she was stuck and couldn't even reach the vile demoness standing in front of her. "What do you want?"

The Seer seemed unfazed by Prue's anger, she actually was pleased with it. Not that she would ever let her emotion show to anyone, let alone a witch. "Your soul." She replied rather bluntly.

Prue smirked. "Now what made you think that I would give you my soul?" She shook her head slowly. "You should know I would never give away my soul. Not to you, not to anyone."

The Seer raised an eyebrow. "Really? You wouldn't give up your soul to save your sisters? All three of them?" Her voice was ice cold, dry, manipulative.

The eldest Charmed One stopped breathing for a second. "All three of them? You must be mistaken. I have two sisters. Two. Piper and Phoebe. But I'm sure you already know that since you seem to know everything else." The anger rose in her voice and she took another attempted swipe at the demoness, she failed.

Raising a hand the demoness sighed. "Take a look, Prudence. The Charmed Ones are back. You're forgotten." She flicked her hand toward the side wall and a picture appeared, like a movie screen.

Prue's eyes watched the images with horror. It couldn't be true, there was no way. Another sister? Replaced? How? When? Why? Her thoughts were jumbled, her heart trying not to accept the truth. Her sisters had betrayed her, they had replaced her.

Piper sat on the floor where Prue's bed once had been, packing up the last of her dead sister's belongings. She didn't look sad at all, she was reminiscing. Her long dark hair tied back into a ponytail. Her clothes even more casual that usual, just sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her cleaning outfit.

"Piper?" Phoebe asked from the other side of the room. "Which box should this go in?" She held up a golden necklace that was bent to form the name 'Prue' on it.

Piper's head jerked up as she noticed the necklace. "That one. It has jewelry in it." She pointed over to a box not to far away, near the window.

"Piper!? Phoebe?!" Paige's voice rang out from the bottom of the staircase. "Where are you guys? I have another box of my stuff! What should I do with it?!"

"Bring it up here!" Phoebe answered back with a smile on her face. It was obvious she was glad to have Paige in the family now.

"Okay!" Within a few minutes Paige was upstairs and in Prue's old bedroom, which was now basically gutted out. with her box of stuff. "Now, I have to decorate my new room." She smiled at her two older sisters and started to usher them out.

"Fine, fine, fine." Piper complained lightly. She smiled at Paige. Piper stood up and brushed off her pants. "Com'on Phoebes." Piper playfully bumped into Paige while crossing the room to pick up a box.

Paige squealed. "Not funny!" She stuck her tongue out at Piper, who also stuck out her tongue.

Phoebe laughed. "Okay. Big sister, little sister. Cut it out now. Or else things are going to get ugly." Her voice light and cheery.

"Oh yeah, you are a great mediator, Phoebes." Paige said sarcastically and laughed to.

"Alright, we'll go. We'll go." Piper raised her hands in defeat. "Let's go." She signaled for Phoebe to hurry. "We don't want the baby sister to get anymore upset than she already is." Piper stuck out her tongue again before hurrying out of the room.

Phoebe grabbed the last box of Prue's stuff and looked at her little sister, "Have fun." Phoebe winked and left the room with out another word.

"I will." Paige said quietly while looking around the place that was to be her own little sanctuary.

So many scenes flashed before a very hurt and confused Prue. Visions of Piper bleeding and in pain. Visions of Phoebe being stabbed by Leo. Visions of Paige smiling and having fun with her new sisters. Every image, no matter what scene, caused anguish to the eldest Halliwell. The fact she wasn't there hurt her. In her weakened, depleted state, the scenes burned into her mind and in a way, into her soul.

Two Weeks Later:

"Ahhhhhh!" Prue screamed as the hot poker burnt into her skin, causing her flesh to bubble near the injured area.

The shape shifting warlock grinned, her new form was that of Phoebe Halliwell. A way of 'training' the witch to associate her sisters with pain and anger. Almost like training a dog by using an electric collar. She had been on 'Burn Duty' for the past week. Everyday before dawn she would heat up the piece of metal until it glowed red. She would then blink into Prue's cell and use the fiery end to leave burn welts and scars. The level of intensity went up everyday. And this time it was as intense and a 'burn' could get.

Prue lets out another piercing scream as the metal burnt through her skin on her leg. The skin instantly dried up and flaked away, but the pain lingered. "Phoebe!!! Please stop!? Please!" The words came out mixed and incomprehensible. "Stop!"

The shape shifter shook her head and stuck the poker through one of Prue's older burn wounds. Even though the warlock's ear were ringing she was somewhat enjoying this. So there was an evil grin on her face.

Four Months After Prue's Death:

Nearly four months of mental and physical torture had rendered the once feisty and brave Halliwell witch silent and cold. Her intelligent blue eyes now looked gray and filled with a coldness that was never seen before in them.

The Seer appeared before the witch and smirked. It has been months since she had last visited Prue. "I see our treatments have worked well on you, my dear." Her voice steady.

"Humph." Prue replied. Her physical wounds had healed and left no scar thanks to potions. But the mental impact of the 'treatments' had left such scarring no potion could undo.

The Seer nodded slowly, she was pleased with the way her plan had worked out so far. She waved her hand towards the buckles that held Prue in place-they opened. Releasing the witch and releasing the witch's powers back to their owner. "You are free to go." Prue rubbed her wrists and looked at the Seer with much appreciation.

"Where will I go?" The young woman asked. "I'm dead in their world. If I just pop back in, they will be suspicious." Her voice emotionless.

The old demoness crossed her arms elegantly. "To your sisters, perhaps?" She watched Prue visibly wince and grimace. "Or not."

"No." Prue snapped. "Never. They are worse than demons, so much worse than your kind." It was clear of the hatred for her sisters she felt by the tone in her voice.

"Is that so?" The Seer spoke slowly. "You hate them that much?" Prue gave her a cold glare in response. "Well, if that is really so... You could become one of us. A demon. You will be free from your sisters. Free from their human world. I'll have the Source put you on his council. We'll protect you. Care for you. You'll never be in need of anything again."

The sound of the Seer's tone of voice sounded comforting to the abused Halliwell's ears. "Really?" Her own voice was a bit shaky. "Free and cared for?" Her eyes glazed at the thought. It was so long since she felt anything remotely relaxing. "What do I have to do?"

The hag's smile widened. She reached into one of the folds in her robe and pulled out a little glass bottle with a metallic liquid kept inside by use of a cork. "You must drink this for now. Then you begin training."

Prue nodded and reached her hand out, the little bottle telekinetically floated to her hand. She popped the cork and leaned her head back while guzzling down the potion in now time.

Her eyes glowed and she was lost.