A/N: *quakes in little boots* It's sweet that you trust me so much when I'm this insecure.
... fools.
But it's more than appreciated! :-D
PLEASE READ THIS:
A/N: I also want your opinion on something, y'guys. A new story I'm considering, with a theme *not* stolen from the show 24. Except that it's completely stolen. I want to take a day in the life of the Halliwells, hour by hour, and write it down, including every single detail, thought and feeling. And have one story per sister. I'd post the chapters once a week, but on separate days, say Piper on a Monday, Phoebe on a Tuesday and Paige on a Wednesday, you get the idea. And each story would be 24 chapters long. What I'd like to ask you is firstly, if you'd be interested because it's a lot of reading on your part and even more work on my part, I'd have to have them near complete or at least 10 hours before I started posting, and it'd be going up once I've finished this story probably. Secondly, you guys know how much I love my first person point of view, and I think I'd quite like to write these stories (working title Just A Day, will change since that title sucks) in the first person so I want the go-ahead on that too, since after this I'm unsure if you're sick of it. So please post a review with your thoughts, I'd love to hear what you think, and oh yeah - here's chapter four of Psychosis:R!
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Psychosis: Revelations
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The witch stood alone in dense forest, muffled out by the thick of the trees, the humidity of the air, the proximity of the various plants and strange calls of tropical and fantastical birds singing into the wind of the canopies above her. She turned around and was in the manor, the attic to be exact, and standing at the Book of Shadows which rested as ever on it's podium, ancient pages held open at a particular spell.
Beyond her control she was reading, a candle lit on the table by her side, a vial waiting in anticipation close to it and the athame held shaking in her right hand as she brought it towards her left. "Blood to blood I summon thee," the words fell out of her mouth, dancing across the airwaves and into the fields of her power. She couldn't stop it, it was as if she was simply a spectator of the events, watching herself but from through her own eyes. "Blood to blood, let it be."
Pricking her finger with the athame, she didn't react to the strangely large amount of blood that spurted from her, instead she just watched it trickle down the sides of the vial and rest in a small pool at the bottom. Raising her eyes, she looked pointedly at the old rug in the center of the room, around which five candles flickered gleefully. Nothing happened.
Pushing the swelling feeling in her throat back down, she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.
When she opened them, she was in a giant, white chamber. The first thing that she became aware of was the eternal sense of peace that this place invoked in her, but other senses warned her about the undertones of panicked anxiety travelling through the air. Huge white pillars stretched from the floor right into the sky, as if they would never end for this place had no roof, only clouds, and it seemed as if the clouds were the floor also. Firm as it was, a thick mist shrouded around her feet and made it look as though her legs from the calves downwards simply didn't exist.
She gazed in wonder as a man many times her size stalked across the area. It wasn't his sheer mass that shocked her, for he was about four times the height of her - and probably ten times the weight; nor was it his dress which consisted of a Greek mythology style toga and a wreath of olive leaves on his head, nor was it the normality with which he existed. As a matter of fact, the more she thought about it, he didn't surprise her at all. She was shocked at the fact that seeing such a creature, so large a person, didn't even make her flinch.
Frowning, she heard a noise from behind her but upon turning, there was a bright yellow light which flashed once, twice, thrice, and one final time, so brightly that she had to cover her eyes with her hands, and when she lowered her hands but kept her eyes closed she could sense from behind the lids that she was in a much darker place. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw shapes dance in front of her vision, a temporary result from the flashing lights she'd just been subjected to.
Her voice infiltrated the silence. "Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies. Come to us that call you near," gently her sight returned to normal again. She was in the attic once more. Opening her mouth, she finished the incantation. "Come to us and settle here."
Two other voices had joined her own, and when she looked to her sides, Phoebe was to her right, and Paige to her left. Phoebe's grasp on her hand was anxious yet affirming, whereas Paige's was tight and crushing; clearly Paige was the more nervous of the two.
Between the five candles arranged on the floor, a group of white orbs entered from the roof and settled in the middle of them, before forming into the person she'd been searching for.
As Prue stepped out of the circle, her body instantly and visibly solidified.
For a moment she stood, and looked down at her hands, then raised her eyes to look at Piper. A slight frown crossed her face; she was confused and disorientated. Piper opened her mouth to say something, anything, but only a tiny croak left her throat.
Phoebe and Paige were gone.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, Prue padded over to Piper, her feet barely leaving the ground in her tiny baby steps. Reaching out, Prue took a hold of Piper's hands and brought them in front of her, feeling, touching, living once more. Drawing in a shuddering breath of real air, Prue traced her fingers along the lines of Piper's hands, dropping tears onto them telling Piper definitively that she was most certainly existing.
Prue's frown deepened as her confusion grew at this novelty. A shallow breath escaped her lips and Piper could feel the warm air touch her own face. Slowly, the younger sister moistened her lips and tried once more to speak. "Prue," she choked, her voice a bare whisper. "I can't believe it."
Letting go of Piper's hands, Prue continued to look down, obviously in deep shock. The transition from death to life had affected her deeply, but she was slowly gaining her bearings. The gentle look of confusion became a grimace, and then a scowl. She took a quick step backwards and looked at Piper's, locking eyes with her in a furious glare. "What have you done to me?" she spat, her voice toneless, more of a harsh whisper than proper speech.
Piper tried to look past how her sister appeared to be upset and just focus on her presence. "I brought you back," she replied, still not able to raise her voice higher or louder from her astonished breathlessness. "You're alive."
A hand clasped up at Prue's face as she began to shake her head, uttering the word "No" over and over. Something was wrong. She started to pace around, still massaging her temples, breathing erratically, louder, louder, getting hotter and hotter until she whipped around and faced Piper, pointing a shaking finger at her accusingly. "You! What have you done to me!" she yelled. "You've ruined it! Everything... it's gone! All because of you!"
"What?" Piper uttered, her incredulity evident in her voice. "Prue - you're with me again! How is that bad?"
Narrowing her eyes, Prue grit her teeth at her sister. "I don't want to be with you," she growled. "I never wanted to see this place, this, hellhole, again. Ever. In my life or death, I never wanted to see your whining, pitiful little rodent face again."
She was so angry, so venomous, so... hateful, that Piper couldn't help but retract away from her a little. How could she react this way to the tremendous gift that she'd been blessed with? It wasn't right. It simply... wasn't! With a quivering lip, Piper raised her eyes to meet Prue's. "I just thought... I just thought it was what you would've wanted."
"Well you thought wrong, didn't you?" Prue spat, her voice taking on a colourful tonal edge. "Little Piper knows what's best does she? She knows how her big sisters feels now? Oh, Piper knows everything, of course she does!" She paused and stared hard at her sibling. "Listen to me you little bitch. You never knew me." Her voice was harsh but the words themselves were worse. Still she didn't relent. "All these years of small talk, chit-chat, begging me to open up - all that moronic shit we went through, it meant nothing to me. You mean nothing to me."
Horror pulsed through Piper's body at this torrent of abuse she was receiving, but her shock was so paralysing she couldn't bring herself to even contend with an answer.
Stepping forwards, Prue whipped her hand upwards and grabbed at Piper's neck to deliver her final blow. She could feel Piper attempt to swallow, a nervous reaction, through her hand. A small choking sound escaped her little sister's throat and cocking her head to the side, Prue slowly squeezed, digging her fingers into the soft flesh of Piper's neck. She brought her own face right up to Piper's until their noses were almost touching, and they could feel each other's breath. "I'd rather die again than spend another hour with you."
Prue roughly pushed Piper away and receded across the room. Piper flew backwards, stumbling but catching herself with one hand slapping out onto the floor to stop herself from falling, and crouched there for a moment, holding her neck. Several coughs enabled her to breath properly again, and when she looked up at her sister once more she cried out in shock to see that, like the awful image she'd seen months ago, Prue's body was rapidly decomposing in front of her very eyes!
Her eyes shrunk inwards and her skin shrivelled. Large tears appeared in her clothes and her right shoulder blade tore its way out of the flesh it was contained within. There was a snapping sound as Prue's shaking body twisted the wrong way and a leg found itself facing another direction, and now from the empty eye sockets, beetles and worms were beginning to crawl around, up her nostrils and in her mouth. Her hair thinned and became dry and coarse, and large, bloody gashes soon covered all visible skin.
She stopped convulsing and the room went deadly silent.
Piper, still holding herself off the ground with one hand, couldn't pull her eyes off the skeletal monster in front of her. Her breathing came out in patchy utterances. Staring sorrowfully up at her sister, she forced herself to blink, and when she opened her eyes again, Prue was still there, still standing, still staring from those hollow sockets.
"No..." she choked, not believing what was happening. So difficult to bring here, so easily stolen away.
In an instant, Prue looked like her normal self once more, and Piper's heart leapt with the prospect that perhaps her sister was okay. But still the dark glower on Prue's face remained. Then with a swift turn, she was pulling open the window, swinging the glass in towards her and hastily putting one foot on the edge of the sill before using it to thrust herself out of the window, down to the ground, to her death.
... fools.
But it's more than appreciated! :-D
PLEASE READ THIS:
A/N: I also want your opinion on something, y'guys. A new story I'm considering, with a theme *not* stolen from the show 24. Except that it's completely stolen. I want to take a day in the life of the Halliwells, hour by hour, and write it down, including every single detail, thought and feeling. And have one story per sister. I'd post the chapters once a week, but on separate days, say Piper on a Monday, Phoebe on a Tuesday and Paige on a Wednesday, you get the idea. And each story would be 24 chapters long. What I'd like to ask you is firstly, if you'd be interested because it's a lot of reading on your part and even more work on my part, I'd have to have them near complete or at least 10 hours before I started posting, and it'd be going up once I've finished this story probably. Secondly, you guys know how much I love my first person point of view, and I think I'd quite like to write these stories (working title Just A Day, will change since that title sucks) in the first person so I want the go-ahead on that too, since after this I'm unsure if you're sick of it. So please post a review with your thoughts, I'd love to hear what you think, and oh yeah - here's chapter four of Psychosis:R!
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Psychosis: Revelations
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The witch stood alone in dense forest, muffled out by the thick of the trees, the humidity of the air, the proximity of the various plants and strange calls of tropical and fantastical birds singing into the wind of the canopies above her. She turned around and was in the manor, the attic to be exact, and standing at the Book of Shadows which rested as ever on it's podium, ancient pages held open at a particular spell.
Beyond her control she was reading, a candle lit on the table by her side, a vial waiting in anticipation close to it and the athame held shaking in her right hand as she brought it towards her left. "Blood to blood I summon thee," the words fell out of her mouth, dancing across the airwaves and into the fields of her power. She couldn't stop it, it was as if she was simply a spectator of the events, watching herself but from through her own eyes. "Blood to blood, let it be."
Pricking her finger with the athame, she didn't react to the strangely large amount of blood that spurted from her, instead she just watched it trickle down the sides of the vial and rest in a small pool at the bottom. Raising her eyes, she looked pointedly at the old rug in the center of the room, around which five candles flickered gleefully. Nothing happened.
Pushing the swelling feeling in her throat back down, she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.
When she opened them, she was in a giant, white chamber. The first thing that she became aware of was the eternal sense of peace that this place invoked in her, but other senses warned her about the undertones of panicked anxiety travelling through the air. Huge white pillars stretched from the floor right into the sky, as if they would never end for this place had no roof, only clouds, and it seemed as if the clouds were the floor also. Firm as it was, a thick mist shrouded around her feet and made it look as though her legs from the calves downwards simply didn't exist.
She gazed in wonder as a man many times her size stalked across the area. It wasn't his sheer mass that shocked her, for he was about four times the height of her - and probably ten times the weight; nor was it his dress which consisted of a Greek mythology style toga and a wreath of olive leaves on his head, nor was it the normality with which he existed. As a matter of fact, the more she thought about it, he didn't surprise her at all. She was shocked at the fact that seeing such a creature, so large a person, didn't even make her flinch.
Frowning, she heard a noise from behind her but upon turning, there was a bright yellow light which flashed once, twice, thrice, and one final time, so brightly that she had to cover her eyes with her hands, and when she lowered her hands but kept her eyes closed she could sense from behind the lids that she was in a much darker place. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw shapes dance in front of her vision, a temporary result from the flashing lights she'd just been subjected to.
Her voice infiltrated the silence. "Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies. Come to us that call you near," gently her sight returned to normal again. She was in the attic once more. Opening her mouth, she finished the incantation. "Come to us and settle here."
Two other voices had joined her own, and when she looked to her sides, Phoebe was to her right, and Paige to her left. Phoebe's grasp on her hand was anxious yet affirming, whereas Paige's was tight and crushing; clearly Paige was the more nervous of the two.
Between the five candles arranged on the floor, a group of white orbs entered from the roof and settled in the middle of them, before forming into the person she'd been searching for.
As Prue stepped out of the circle, her body instantly and visibly solidified.
For a moment she stood, and looked down at her hands, then raised her eyes to look at Piper. A slight frown crossed her face; she was confused and disorientated. Piper opened her mouth to say something, anything, but only a tiny croak left her throat.
Phoebe and Paige were gone.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, Prue padded over to Piper, her feet barely leaving the ground in her tiny baby steps. Reaching out, Prue took a hold of Piper's hands and brought them in front of her, feeling, touching, living once more. Drawing in a shuddering breath of real air, Prue traced her fingers along the lines of Piper's hands, dropping tears onto them telling Piper definitively that she was most certainly existing.
Prue's frown deepened as her confusion grew at this novelty. A shallow breath escaped her lips and Piper could feel the warm air touch her own face. Slowly, the younger sister moistened her lips and tried once more to speak. "Prue," she choked, her voice a bare whisper. "I can't believe it."
Letting go of Piper's hands, Prue continued to look down, obviously in deep shock. The transition from death to life had affected her deeply, but she was slowly gaining her bearings. The gentle look of confusion became a grimace, and then a scowl. She took a quick step backwards and looked at Piper's, locking eyes with her in a furious glare. "What have you done to me?" she spat, her voice toneless, more of a harsh whisper than proper speech.
Piper tried to look past how her sister appeared to be upset and just focus on her presence. "I brought you back," she replied, still not able to raise her voice higher or louder from her astonished breathlessness. "You're alive."
A hand clasped up at Prue's face as she began to shake her head, uttering the word "No" over and over. Something was wrong. She started to pace around, still massaging her temples, breathing erratically, louder, louder, getting hotter and hotter until she whipped around and faced Piper, pointing a shaking finger at her accusingly. "You! What have you done to me!" she yelled. "You've ruined it! Everything... it's gone! All because of you!"
"What?" Piper uttered, her incredulity evident in her voice. "Prue - you're with me again! How is that bad?"
Narrowing her eyes, Prue grit her teeth at her sister. "I don't want to be with you," she growled. "I never wanted to see this place, this, hellhole, again. Ever. In my life or death, I never wanted to see your whining, pitiful little rodent face again."
She was so angry, so venomous, so... hateful, that Piper couldn't help but retract away from her a little. How could she react this way to the tremendous gift that she'd been blessed with? It wasn't right. It simply... wasn't! With a quivering lip, Piper raised her eyes to meet Prue's. "I just thought... I just thought it was what you would've wanted."
"Well you thought wrong, didn't you?" Prue spat, her voice taking on a colourful tonal edge. "Little Piper knows what's best does she? She knows how her big sisters feels now? Oh, Piper knows everything, of course she does!" She paused and stared hard at her sibling. "Listen to me you little bitch. You never knew me." Her voice was harsh but the words themselves were worse. Still she didn't relent. "All these years of small talk, chit-chat, begging me to open up - all that moronic shit we went through, it meant nothing to me. You mean nothing to me."
Horror pulsed through Piper's body at this torrent of abuse she was receiving, but her shock was so paralysing she couldn't bring herself to even contend with an answer.
Stepping forwards, Prue whipped her hand upwards and grabbed at Piper's neck to deliver her final blow. She could feel Piper attempt to swallow, a nervous reaction, through her hand. A small choking sound escaped her little sister's throat and cocking her head to the side, Prue slowly squeezed, digging her fingers into the soft flesh of Piper's neck. She brought her own face right up to Piper's until their noses were almost touching, and they could feel each other's breath. "I'd rather die again than spend another hour with you."
Prue roughly pushed Piper away and receded across the room. Piper flew backwards, stumbling but catching herself with one hand slapping out onto the floor to stop herself from falling, and crouched there for a moment, holding her neck. Several coughs enabled her to breath properly again, and when she looked up at her sister once more she cried out in shock to see that, like the awful image she'd seen months ago, Prue's body was rapidly decomposing in front of her very eyes!
Her eyes shrunk inwards and her skin shrivelled. Large tears appeared in her clothes and her right shoulder blade tore its way out of the flesh it was contained within. There was a snapping sound as Prue's shaking body twisted the wrong way and a leg found itself facing another direction, and now from the empty eye sockets, beetles and worms were beginning to crawl around, up her nostrils and in her mouth. Her hair thinned and became dry and coarse, and large, bloody gashes soon covered all visible skin.
She stopped convulsing and the room went deadly silent.
Piper, still holding herself off the ground with one hand, couldn't pull her eyes off the skeletal monster in front of her. Her breathing came out in patchy utterances. Staring sorrowfully up at her sister, she forced herself to blink, and when she opened her eyes again, Prue was still there, still standing, still staring from those hollow sockets.
"No..." she choked, not believing what was happening. So difficult to bring here, so easily stolen away.
In an instant, Prue looked like her normal self once more, and Piper's heart leapt with the prospect that perhaps her sister was okay. But still the dark glower on Prue's face remained. Then with a swift turn, she was pulling open the window, swinging the glass in towards her and hastily putting one foot on the edge of the sill before using it to thrust herself out of the window, down to the ground, to her death.