AN: It was really hard coming up with all the rhymes in this, so there are some words that aren't real, or they have something added or taken off. It is kind of sad. Sorry, but I've had a lot of happy chapters, so this is a twist.
JanaRose: Your toast? Interesting. Thank you, and I know it was a lot to absorb. And I wonder, how much of your brain got on the computer screen?
winter blaze - Thanks
LeoPiper24/7 - ALL CAPS! YAY! Anyways, I am updating, and thanks!
p3charmed4eva - I know, it is really creepy. I was creeping myself out when I wrote this chapter because I am also an arachnophobe! I actually had a dream of that scene, so I decided to write this fic!
Now, Chapter 17...
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Paige was having a very boring day. Her parents had gone away for a weekend together, so she was home alone. She couldn't go to the Trudeau's house because they were at the beach. She also couldn't go over to Halliwell Manor because her parents didn't want her leaving the house while they were gone. They were checking on her every hour on the hour to make sure she was okay. To tell the truth, she was getting very bored being by herself.
That night was stormy. Paige was watching TV while eating popcorn. At around two in the morning, there was a loud rumble of thunder, a blinding flash of lightning, and then the power went out. "Oh, great." Paige said to herself. "Now the power's out, and I'm alone. I should probably get the flashlight out of my room." Paige got off of the couch and turned towards the stairs. She did this carefully, for she could barely see her hand in front of her face. Paige rammed her leg into the coffee table and fell over. "Damn table! Why couldn't the crap get out of my way?" Paige cursed some more, than got up and continue towards the stairs. "Come on, Paige, you can do this. You can get up the stairs safely." Paige said once she reached the stairs. "Yes! Go me!" Paige said when she reached the top. She then did a little victory dance. "Now, finding my flashlight in my mess of a room." Paige told herself her next task.
Paige tripped five times on things on her floor before she reached her desk. "Okay, I should probably clean my room tomorrow." Paige told herself. She began searching blindly through her top desk drawer for her flashlight. "Come to think of it, I should probably stop talking to myself, too." she added as an afterthought.
"You're right, Paige."
Paige whipped her head around in the direction of the synthesized voice. Lightning flashed, and she saw someone wearing all black and wearing a ski mask over its face. Paige stared at the intruder as he walked towards her. "Hello, Paige. The time has come for you to get hurt, and then some. I must kill someone to get to Prue. I must choose, I have chosen YOU!" With that, the intruder pulled out a gun. "Oh, crud." Paige whispered under her breath. "I'd say hello, but goodbye, Paige. I will miss you, but send Prue a sage."
"Oh, no you don't." Paige said, and kicked the gun out of his hand. "Kickboxing's a bitch, isn't it?" Paige sneeringly asked the intruder, then went for the gun. He grabbed her arms, and flung her into her desk, destroying it. "I said goodbye, your killer is I."
Paige was fumbling around the remains of her desk, looking for something to hit him with. "It's no use, Paige. I already killed your parents-age." This made Paige stop. "Wha-What?" Paige asked, voice shaking. "I killed them as soon as they stopped at the gas sta." he said with an evil grin on his face. Paige continued searching, and shouted, "You bastard!"
Paige's hand hit something. 'My flashlight!' she thought. The son of a bitch was advancing on her, holding up the gun. Paige thought quickly. She figured the intruder was male because of the deepness of the synthesizer, so she thrust the flashlight into his crouch. He yelled out in pain, and fell to the ground. Paige was angry, but she knew she couldn't kill the guy without getting killed herself. She ran out the door, down the stairs, and out of the house.
She turned around and looked at it. "I'm gonna get you, bitch!" the baddie yelled loudly from inside the house. Paige jetted off down the street.
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Paige had run for a while, and then stopped, panicking. Tears were streaming down her face, and she kept asking herself one question: is what he said the truth? She loved her parents, even if they weren't really hers. 'How could they be dead? Was he lying?' Paige thought. It was raining, she had no place to go, and there was a psycho after her. She closed her eyes, wishing there was someplace she could go. Then she opened them and looked at the street sign. She was on the corner of Mulberry and Prescott. "The Ma-manor." Paige whispered to herself, voice shaking. She ran towards the Manor's direction with one thought going through her mind. 'I can feel it in my heart. I know my parents are dead.'
AN: Intense, huh? I know this is short, but I wanted to cut this off from what I'm writing next. But, here's something to think about: how did she end up on Prescott street? Anyway, this is after a really happy, peppy song by Blind Melon.
JanaRose: Your toast? Interesting. Thank you, and I know it was a lot to absorb. And I wonder, how much of your brain got on the computer screen?
winter blaze - Thanks
LeoPiper24/7 - ALL CAPS! YAY! Anyways, I am updating, and thanks!
p3charmed4eva - I know, it is really creepy. I was creeping myself out when I wrote this chapter because I am also an arachnophobe! I actually had a dream of that scene, so I decided to write this fic!
Now, Chapter 17...
:::::::
Paige was having a very boring day. Her parents had gone away for a weekend together, so she was home alone. She couldn't go to the Trudeau's house because they were at the beach. She also couldn't go over to Halliwell Manor because her parents didn't want her leaving the house while they were gone. They were checking on her every hour on the hour to make sure she was okay. To tell the truth, she was getting very bored being by herself.
That night was stormy. Paige was watching TV while eating popcorn. At around two in the morning, there was a loud rumble of thunder, a blinding flash of lightning, and then the power went out. "Oh, great." Paige said to herself. "Now the power's out, and I'm alone. I should probably get the flashlight out of my room." Paige got off of the couch and turned towards the stairs. She did this carefully, for she could barely see her hand in front of her face. Paige rammed her leg into the coffee table and fell over. "Damn table! Why couldn't the crap get out of my way?" Paige cursed some more, than got up and continue towards the stairs. "Come on, Paige, you can do this. You can get up the stairs safely." Paige said once she reached the stairs. "Yes! Go me!" Paige said when she reached the top. She then did a little victory dance. "Now, finding my flashlight in my mess of a room." Paige told herself her next task.
Paige tripped five times on things on her floor before she reached her desk. "Okay, I should probably clean my room tomorrow." Paige told herself. She began searching blindly through her top desk drawer for her flashlight. "Come to think of it, I should probably stop talking to myself, too." she added as an afterthought.
"You're right, Paige."
Paige whipped her head around in the direction of the synthesized voice. Lightning flashed, and she saw someone wearing all black and wearing a ski mask over its face. Paige stared at the intruder as he walked towards her. "Hello, Paige. The time has come for you to get hurt, and then some. I must kill someone to get to Prue. I must choose, I have chosen YOU!" With that, the intruder pulled out a gun. "Oh, crud." Paige whispered under her breath. "I'd say hello, but goodbye, Paige. I will miss you, but send Prue a sage."
"Oh, no you don't." Paige said, and kicked the gun out of his hand. "Kickboxing's a bitch, isn't it?" Paige sneeringly asked the intruder, then went for the gun. He grabbed her arms, and flung her into her desk, destroying it. "I said goodbye, your killer is I."
Paige was fumbling around the remains of her desk, looking for something to hit him with. "It's no use, Paige. I already killed your parents-age." This made Paige stop. "Wha-What?" Paige asked, voice shaking. "I killed them as soon as they stopped at the gas sta." he said with an evil grin on his face. Paige continued searching, and shouted, "You bastard!"
Paige's hand hit something. 'My flashlight!' she thought. The son of a bitch was advancing on her, holding up the gun. Paige thought quickly. She figured the intruder was male because of the deepness of the synthesizer, so she thrust the flashlight into his crouch. He yelled out in pain, and fell to the ground. Paige was angry, but she knew she couldn't kill the guy without getting killed herself. She ran out the door, down the stairs, and out of the house.
She turned around and looked at it. "I'm gonna get you, bitch!" the baddie yelled loudly from inside the house. Paige jetted off down the street.
;;;;;;;
Paige had run for a while, and then stopped, panicking. Tears were streaming down her face, and she kept asking herself one question: is what he said the truth? She loved her parents, even if they weren't really hers. 'How could they be dead? Was he lying?' Paige thought. It was raining, she had no place to go, and there was a psycho after her. She closed her eyes, wishing there was someplace she could go. Then she opened them and looked at the street sign. She was on the corner of Mulberry and Prescott. "The Ma-manor." Paige whispered to herself, voice shaking. She ran towards the Manor's direction with one thought going through her mind. 'I can feel it in my heart. I know my parents are dead.'
AN: Intense, huh? I know this is short, but I wanted to cut this off from what I'm writing next. But, here's something to think about: how did she end up on Prescott street? Anyway, this is after a really happy, peppy song by Blind Melon.