"Prue?" Phoebe shouted as she ran up the stairs, carefully plastering her
cleavage to her torso in fear that it would pop out. iI should /b
had worn this top today,/i Phoebe thought in disgust. "Prue?" Phoebe's
black top was strappy, sassy, and was barely- there. Blowing a tuft of
invisible brown hair from her eyes, Phoebe stopped. She never realized how
much she had enjoyed her lengthy tresses until she cut them. Tenderly
touching her styled 'do, she never saw Prue barging out from the bathroom.
"Ow!" Phoebe squealed, gingerly toughing a manicured finger to the
bruise. Paige, whom had just begun walking up the stairs and had seen
the scene, began to ask if she was okay. "Pheebs-" But was promptly
interrupted.
"Oh, god, Pheebs, I didn't see you there. Um- Paige, right? Could you
get us some ice?"
"I'd be glad to," hissed Paige bitterly, disappearing into a cluster
of blue-white orbs. Phoebe, after having thoroughly investigated the
lump on her head with her hands, looked up at Prue. "Naw, I'm okay.
But have you seen Piper?"
Prue ruefully shook her head, and then, after having deemed Phoebe
okay, began to tentatively touch her own face. "Wow, it's so weird to
feel my flesh again." The two sisters looked at each other and
collapsed in a heap of girlish giggles.
Piper was dressed for stealth. The black tank-top was skintight and
although it looked nice on her, that wasn't its primary purpose. Her
ebony hued pants were cotton and easily maneuverable, and so were the
black boots she had found in the attic. Her mops of chocolate brown
hair had been carefully brushed into a ponytail, and black tape had
been wrapped about the pale, thin knuckles on her hands.
The gloomy cave was apparently inhabited by an unusual demon. A demon
with only two active powers- the power to reform and the power to
transmutate babies.
Paige's scrying had been unsuccessful, but Piper's had gone much
smoother- possibly because she was the most important thing in her
son's life, at least, so far. Melding her lithe form against the damp,
mildly slimy wall of the cave, Piper's eyes clamped shut. Slowly, her
molecules separated, causing a placid breeze to waft through the air.
As her now divided molecules floated through the air, a stench hit
Piper. She continued on though, until she saw Wyatt. He had been
strapped to a board, his chubby little hands and feet scrapped and
mildly bruised. A bubble was around him, his only defense, but they
were slowly breaking through it. With a shriek, she fell from the air
onto the ground, rolled across the musty stone floor (her clothes
collecting dust and that such rubbish).
"Get the hell away from my son!"
"Ow!" Phoebe squealed, gingerly toughing a manicured finger to the
bruise. Paige, whom had just begun walking up the stairs and had seen
the scene, began to ask if she was okay. "Pheebs-" But was promptly
interrupted.
"Oh, god, Pheebs, I didn't see you there. Um- Paige, right? Could you
get us some ice?"
"I'd be glad to," hissed Paige bitterly, disappearing into a cluster
of blue-white orbs. Phoebe, after having thoroughly investigated the
lump on her head with her hands, looked up at Prue. "Naw, I'm okay.
But have you seen Piper?"
Prue ruefully shook her head, and then, after having deemed Phoebe
okay, began to tentatively touch her own face. "Wow, it's so weird to
feel my flesh again." The two sisters looked at each other and
collapsed in a heap of girlish giggles.
Piper was dressed for stealth. The black tank-top was skintight and
although it looked nice on her, that wasn't its primary purpose. Her
ebony hued pants were cotton and easily maneuverable, and so were the
black boots she had found in the attic. Her mops of chocolate brown
hair had been carefully brushed into a ponytail, and black tape had
been wrapped about the pale, thin knuckles on her hands.
The gloomy cave was apparently inhabited by an unusual demon. A demon
with only two active powers- the power to reform and the power to
transmutate babies.
Paige's scrying had been unsuccessful, but Piper's had gone much
smoother- possibly because she was the most important thing in her
son's life, at least, so far. Melding her lithe form against the damp,
mildly slimy wall of the cave, Piper's eyes clamped shut. Slowly, her
molecules separated, causing a placid breeze to waft through the air.
As her now divided molecules floated through the air, a stench hit
Piper. She continued on though, until she saw Wyatt. He had been
strapped to a board, his chubby little hands and feet scrapped and
mildly bruised. A bubble was around him, his only defense, but they
were slowly breaking through it. With a shriek, she fell from the air
onto the ground, rolled across the musty stone floor (her clothes
collecting dust and that such rubbish).
"Get the hell away from my son!"
