A/N: Oh, um... let's knock off a list about what's to be wary of. Language, violence and, uh, adult themes... the usual?
A/N: By the way, this one's just insane ;-)
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Psychosis: Revelations
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Can you tell me the way to the place where the sweet, sweet redflower grow? To toss and struggle, shrowd and smuggle, all the way unslow. And how in deep my earthy feet could never touch the ground, but in their stead I curse my head and how it's lost, not found.
"I can show you the world," he said, "Shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me, Jasmine-"
Jasmine! That's the dart! Jaz! She must be sought out and destroyed. It's okay. I have missles. I have imagery. I have the photographs of her still draped over my lover's shoulders as he carried her into the mists of the realms of my unfathomable imagination how could they how could they do this to me? Do I deserve their backs in my face, the casual tossing of the feathers? I'll rip out their fur!
Snuffling in my sleep, I suddenly sneeze on the pollen of that fateful redflower and sit straight up, dead set upon my task. I turn to Phoebe, laying by my side, her arm curled around my hips and hand twitching between my legs. Breathing shyly, I slide down so that her hand shifts up, closer to me. For a moment I sit and gaze at my glistening skin, before rolling over and falling onto the floor.
"Ow," I mutter calmly and adjust my underwear which has come slipping off my shoulder with the sweat. I'm only wearing this. Two items, covering my shame. "Oh, Paige..." I trip over her body and crack my knee on the floor, letting out a muffled yelp. Pain sears through my limb, burning me from the inside, oozing into my leg.
I lean down to kiss her on the lips and trail my tongue ever so lightly down her chin as my left hand creeps onto her stomach and slides over it softly. "Mmm..." she moans in her sleep.
Swallowing, I straighten up and adjust my strap again. Getting to my shaky feet, I wander downstairs and find Prue feeding my baby Melinda out from the bottle in the kitchen. The room is candlelit and beautiful. I wonder about beauty. If we could not see, could beauty be conceived? We would know no visual beauty, thus would such a thing even exist? I bend over to kiss my sister and nuzzle into her shoulder from behind as I look into Mella's face. "She's beautiful," I say.
"There is no such thing as beauty, Piper," Prue tells me scoldingly.
"I know," I reply. "Except you. You're perfect."
"Yes."
I grimace and feel so unholy next to Her. She's everything anybody could ever wish for. She's the light in the room, in my life. I see the way the heat and light from the candles attaches itself to her and I want to be a part of it. "I love you Prue."
"Mmm," she nods and presses her lips together. That there. That's the one thing that's not so perfect about her. Unless it is. Maybe the way she doesn't express as much emotion as the rest of us makes her better. She's always been better. Maybe this is how.
Oh pick me that redflower and taint it with blood, I will prove to you it has no thorn. Scalding and cooling, harsh but so soft, see the nature spike burrow it's scorn. Hooves into me kick, and kick with all their protrusive might, separate my flesh from the air and spit me out over the lake that night.
Walk on my back and twist my nerves, these are the convictions of he who serves. Buckle up tight, higher still, who'd ever thought I could never kill?
"Here," says Prue and I hand her the baby. She takes my little angel and opens the cupboard door, setting Melinda inside. Then she shuts the door and pulls out a lighter. "Gas?"
I nod and produce the small yellow canister I'd bought for under a dollar at the store. "Check," I murmur and slowly empty the contents onto the floor in the immediate surroundings of the door. I pour it on the door too. We have to make sure. "Okay."
With a firm look domineering her features, Prue strikes the match and drops it towards the floor, towards the lighter fluid. The flame quells before it hits the ground. "Oh darn," Prue gripes. "And I'm out of matches!"
"I've got some," I deter and smirk. She's not going to get away with it this time, oh how that little shit isn't. No. Not this time. I flick the edge of the match against the coarse box and watch the flame borne on the sly. Slowly and precautiously, I stoop and feel Prue's leg smooth itself along my naked back. I pause for a moment and press myself into her, feeling how damp I am against the material of her pants. But the fire does not wait, so I drop it onto the floor where it quickly befriends the gas and spreads like, well, like wildfire.
Smoke oozes underneath the door and into Mella's lungs. I smirk in satisfaction.
"Burn, baby burn!" Prue's singing gleefully, and I giggle and join in on the song until a high-pitched wailing infests my ears. Halting, I turn slowly and my eyes meet the door which is slowly burning, smoke blackening the ceiling and floating over towards me. Blinking, when I open my eyes, the place is normal, but the crying remains. Casting a wary glance at my sister, she sends me an encouraging nod. "Go on. Open it."
Sychophancy.
I take a timid step towards the door and open it, expecting to see my charred baby, black as coal, still and quiet. Instead three Halliwells barrell out and over me. "Piper!" I yell as I grab the leg of the third sister. "You cheeky whore!"
She turns and giggles childishly, covering her delicate mouth with her hand as her soft brown eyes glimmer with mirth. "Sorry," she chuckles. "I tripped."
Growling a sigh out, I let go of her and shove her away. Prue greets her with a short hug before sprawling her over the table and moving between her legs. "Did you miss me?" she yells in a murdrous voice. "Huh? Did you?"
Piper, trapped under Prue's hands pressing her down, lets out a high whimper. "Yes! Yes I missed you!" Her face is crushed ever so slightly against the wood of the table, flat on her chest, arms by her side. "Please... let go of me."
Darkened, Prue glares wildly about her at Paige, Phoebe and finally at me. "You!" she points. "Get up!"
I feel so naked and ashamed with them, dressed only in my underwear and skin, and I stand up. All eyes are on me. Prue lets Piper stand and she waveringly runs to join Paige and Phoebe. Beckoning me, Prue nods slowly and I pad towards her. She takes me by the arm and leads me to my sisters where each one in turn kisses me strongly on the lips, their tongues slipping over my own, carassing me. Phoebe is the best kisser. Soft and sensual, hers lingers the most on my mind.
"Take off your bra," Prue commands.
"No..." I reply weakly. "I don't want to."
Paige reaches forwards and quickly flicks the catch of my bra which comes loose. I struggle to cover myself but Piper pulls it off and shoves me away. I stumble, having to throw my arms out for balance, and expose myself.
With a sneering smirk, Paige steps forwards and puts her arms around me, fondling me, touching me so lovingly it's hard to resist. But they belittled me! How can I-
There's that crying again.
"Oh that must be Wyatt," says Piper, and disappears from the room.
The four remaining Charmed Ones exchange confused glances. "But she's Melinda..." I stutter.
"She's nobody. You don't even have anyone Piper," says Phoebe.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Grinding my teeth a little, I accept Prue's cardigan and button it up over my naked chest. She smiles warmly, acceptingly, and I let myself smile back. "Thanks," I say.
"What for?"
Pause. I mull it over. Then I bite my lip and stare into her eyes. "Everything," I say.
She responds by smacking me across the face harder than she could ever hit me before. In the haze of the attack, images blur across my eyes and for a moment I see that redflower dancing in front of me, pulsating strongly, begging me to pluck at it and pierce myself on it's poison once more.
I reach, I really try, to grab it and serrate myself with it's thorns, but I grab at nothing. "Where are you?" I scream as loud as I can. "Where are you?" My cries are getting louder and desperate, building into a filthy climax, where all I can hear is black and all I see is the gushing of violent blood through my ears. I lean back, throw out my head and scream as loudly as I can: "Where did you go?"
"Shh, shh, I'm right here," comes a coaxing voice as I slowly open my aching eyes. "It's okay Piper, it's all right. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
"Phoebe?" I splutter, choking on the cool air rushing to my throat.
"Yes, yeah it's me," she soothes, stroking a hand along my cheek and down my arm. "You're safe with me, I promise."
"Where's the baby?" comes my laden voice.
There's a pause. "The... baby?"
"Yes," I breathe. "The baby. My baby."
Slowly, Phoebe's face comes into vision's path, and I fixate on her regretful glance. "Piper," she begins softly. "You lost the baby. The baby's dead."
What baby? What fucking baby? Who is this woman? Who is she?
WHO THE FUCK EVEN AM I?
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A/N: I don't think I've ever had as much fun... I always imagine that when it's got a sharp ending like that, it goes 'fwoom' as it cuts to black. So... fwoom.
A/N: By the way, this one's just insane ;-)
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Psychosis: Revelations
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Can you tell me the way to the place where the sweet, sweet redflower grow? To toss and struggle, shrowd and smuggle, all the way unslow. And how in deep my earthy feet could never touch the ground, but in their stead I curse my head and how it's lost, not found.
"I can show you the world," he said, "Shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me, Jasmine-"
Jasmine! That's the dart! Jaz! She must be sought out and destroyed. It's okay. I have missles. I have imagery. I have the photographs of her still draped over my lover's shoulders as he carried her into the mists of the realms of my unfathomable imagination how could they how could they do this to me? Do I deserve their backs in my face, the casual tossing of the feathers? I'll rip out their fur!
Snuffling in my sleep, I suddenly sneeze on the pollen of that fateful redflower and sit straight up, dead set upon my task. I turn to Phoebe, laying by my side, her arm curled around my hips and hand twitching between my legs. Breathing shyly, I slide down so that her hand shifts up, closer to me. For a moment I sit and gaze at my glistening skin, before rolling over and falling onto the floor.
"Ow," I mutter calmly and adjust my underwear which has come slipping off my shoulder with the sweat. I'm only wearing this. Two items, covering my shame. "Oh, Paige..." I trip over her body and crack my knee on the floor, letting out a muffled yelp. Pain sears through my limb, burning me from the inside, oozing into my leg.
I lean down to kiss her on the lips and trail my tongue ever so lightly down her chin as my left hand creeps onto her stomach and slides over it softly. "Mmm..." she moans in her sleep.
Swallowing, I straighten up and adjust my strap again. Getting to my shaky feet, I wander downstairs and find Prue feeding my baby Melinda out from the bottle in the kitchen. The room is candlelit and beautiful. I wonder about beauty. If we could not see, could beauty be conceived? We would know no visual beauty, thus would such a thing even exist? I bend over to kiss my sister and nuzzle into her shoulder from behind as I look into Mella's face. "She's beautiful," I say.
"There is no such thing as beauty, Piper," Prue tells me scoldingly.
"I know," I reply. "Except you. You're perfect."
"Yes."
I grimace and feel so unholy next to Her. She's everything anybody could ever wish for. She's the light in the room, in my life. I see the way the heat and light from the candles attaches itself to her and I want to be a part of it. "I love you Prue."
"Mmm," she nods and presses her lips together. That there. That's the one thing that's not so perfect about her. Unless it is. Maybe the way she doesn't express as much emotion as the rest of us makes her better. She's always been better. Maybe this is how.
Oh pick me that redflower and taint it with blood, I will prove to you it has no thorn. Scalding and cooling, harsh but so soft, see the nature spike burrow it's scorn. Hooves into me kick, and kick with all their protrusive might, separate my flesh from the air and spit me out over the lake that night.
Walk on my back and twist my nerves, these are the convictions of he who serves. Buckle up tight, higher still, who'd ever thought I could never kill?
"Here," says Prue and I hand her the baby. She takes my little angel and opens the cupboard door, setting Melinda inside. Then she shuts the door and pulls out a lighter. "Gas?"
I nod and produce the small yellow canister I'd bought for under a dollar at the store. "Check," I murmur and slowly empty the contents onto the floor in the immediate surroundings of the door. I pour it on the door too. We have to make sure. "Okay."
With a firm look domineering her features, Prue strikes the match and drops it towards the floor, towards the lighter fluid. The flame quells before it hits the ground. "Oh darn," Prue gripes. "And I'm out of matches!"
"I've got some," I deter and smirk. She's not going to get away with it this time, oh how that little shit isn't. No. Not this time. I flick the edge of the match against the coarse box and watch the flame borne on the sly. Slowly and precautiously, I stoop and feel Prue's leg smooth itself along my naked back. I pause for a moment and press myself into her, feeling how damp I am against the material of her pants. But the fire does not wait, so I drop it onto the floor where it quickly befriends the gas and spreads like, well, like wildfire.
Smoke oozes underneath the door and into Mella's lungs. I smirk in satisfaction.
"Burn, baby burn!" Prue's singing gleefully, and I giggle and join in on the song until a high-pitched wailing infests my ears. Halting, I turn slowly and my eyes meet the door which is slowly burning, smoke blackening the ceiling and floating over towards me. Blinking, when I open my eyes, the place is normal, but the crying remains. Casting a wary glance at my sister, she sends me an encouraging nod. "Go on. Open it."
Sychophancy.
I take a timid step towards the door and open it, expecting to see my charred baby, black as coal, still and quiet. Instead three Halliwells barrell out and over me. "Piper!" I yell as I grab the leg of the third sister. "You cheeky whore!"
She turns and giggles childishly, covering her delicate mouth with her hand as her soft brown eyes glimmer with mirth. "Sorry," she chuckles. "I tripped."
Growling a sigh out, I let go of her and shove her away. Prue greets her with a short hug before sprawling her over the table and moving between her legs. "Did you miss me?" she yells in a murdrous voice. "Huh? Did you?"
Piper, trapped under Prue's hands pressing her down, lets out a high whimper. "Yes! Yes I missed you!" Her face is crushed ever so slightly against the wood of the table, flat on her chest, arms by her side. "Please... let go of me."
Darkened, Prue glares wildly about her at Paige, Phoebe and finally at me. "You!" she points. "Get up!"
I feel so naked and ashamed with them, dressed only in my underwear and skin, and I stand up. All eyes are on me. Prue lets Piper stand and she waveringly runs to join Paige and Phoebe. Beckoning me, Prue nods slowly and I pad towards her. She takes me by the arm and leads me to my sisters where each one in turn kisses me strongly on the lips, their tongues slipping over my own, carassing me. Phoebe is the best kisser. Soft and sensual, hers lingers the most on my mind.
"Take off your bra," Prue commands.
"No..." I reply weakly. "I don't want to."
Paige reaches forwards and quickly flicks the catch of my bra which comes loose. I struggle to cover myself but Piper pulls it off and shoves me away. I stumble, having to throw my arms out for balance, and expose myself.
With a sneering smirk, Paige steps forwards and puts her arms around me, fondling me, touching me so lovingly it's hard to resist. But they belittled me! How can I-
There's that crying again.
"Oh that must be Wyatt," says Piper, and disappears from the room.
The four remaining Charmed Ones exchange confused glances. "But she's Melinda..." I stutter.
"She's nobody. You don't even have anyone Piper," says Phoebe.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Grinding my teeth a little, I accept Prue's cardigan and button it up over my naked chest. She smiles warmly, acceptingly, and I let myself smile back. "Thanks," I say.
"What for?"
Pause. I mull it over. Then I bite my lip and stare into her eyes. "Everything," I say.
She responds by smacking me across the face harder than she could ever hit me before. In the haze of the attack, images blur across my eyes and for a moment I see that redflower dancing in front of me, pulsating strongly, begging me to pluck at it and pierce myself on it's poison once more.
I reach, I really try, to grab it and serrate myself with it's thorns, but I grab at nothing. "Where are you?" I scream as loud as I can. "Where are you?" My cries are getting louder and desperate, building into a filthy climax, where all I can hear is black and all I see is the gushing of violent blood through my ears. I lean back, throw out my head and scream as loudly as I can: "Where did you go?"
"Shh, shh, I'm right here," comes a coaxing voice as I slowly open my aching eyes. "It's okay Piper, it's all right. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
"Phoebe?" I splutter, choking on the cool air rushing to my throat.
"Yes, yeah it's me," she soothes, stroking a hand along my cheek and down my arm. "You're safe with me, I promise."
"Where's the baby?" comes my laden voice.
There's a pause. "The... baby?"
"Yes," I breathe. "The baby. My baby."
Slowly, Phoebe's face comes into vision's path, and I fixate on her regretful glance. "Piper," she begins softly. "You lost the baby. The baby's dead."
What baby? What fucking baby? Who is this woman? Who is she?
WHO THE FUCK EVEN AM I?
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A/N: I don't think I've ever had as much fun... I always imagine that when it's got a sharp ending like that, it goes 'fwoom' as it cuts to black. So... fwoom.