TO EVERYONE! GO BACK AND READ THE BEGINNING OF THIS PART…Ok, so I'll admit, that reading the first chapter in this part really won't make too much of a difference to the basic plot, but it'll make a difference in back-story. When you click the scroll arrow to choose, a chapter I've put (RE-READ) next to the chapter title. Yes, an author's note is missing, I've posted a completely new chapter there and this part won't make sense without it. So please, R&R!

Chap. 25

"So, Chris, why'd you come?" Darryl asked.

"I was told to keep an eye for anything that appears supernatural," Chris answered dully.

"I don't wanna know do I?"

"Probably not." Chris surveyed the station. "Where's Andy?"

"Bathroom. He's very jittery this morning; probably had too much coffee. Did you tell him?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm," Darryl acknowledged sipping his coffee.

The stood quietly in stark contrast to the noisy station until Chris interrupted, "Any new cases?"

"Yes, actually, there's been a series of uproars. They're so bad that people have been killed. One would assume this stuff happens all the time, and they'd be right, it does, but there's a catch. The four this past week were all started by upstanding citizens," Darryl suspiciously informed Chris. "Sound supernatural to you?"

Chap 26

Flash Forward/Back

2018

Phoebe stood outside of two dressing room stalls waiting for her daughters. She was heavier than she used to be and more out of shape. She no longer felt the need to be skinny or muscular anymore because there hadn't been a demon attack in over ten years.

She was helping Piper with Chris' 14th birthday party. Piper was closing the club to hold the party there. Grams and their mother were coming to help celebrate, and Leo had even promised to be there. Piper was busy, fussy, and what ever she said went. She said that everybody had to dress up, so here Phoebe was at the mall.

"Aunt Phoebe! How much longer do I have to wait?" Wyatt complained. He had gown into a very hot 16 year. His dirty blonde hair hung slightly below his eyes, just barely covering them. They gazed intensely at everything that moved. Sometimes he would think inanimate objects had moved and blow them up. A recent event similar to this had landed him this shopping trip as punishment even though he had already bought new clothes the previous week.

Phoebe ignored this complaint as she had the last 500. "Prue? Kat? How are you girls doing?"

Prue fluttered out in sheer delight. Doing twirls, she smiled, "I like this one the best, Mommy! Can I get it, please?"

Phoebe bent down to her height, "Of course you can get it, sweetie." Then she stood up yelling into the still locked stall, "Kat, come out in the dress!"

"No!" She protested.

"Come on, Aunt Piper wants you to dress up!"

Kat sulked out in the least frilly dress they could find. It was a baby pink with pastel yellow flowers decorating it. She crossed her arms giving her mother an angry glare. "Uncross your arms and stop fidgeting. It looks fine."

Prue pranced out of her stall once again wearing her normal play clothes. "Ooo! Very pretty, Sissy! Let's show Wyatt!"

Kat looked at her younger sister. She half wanted to say no, but she really wanted to keep her happy. Therefore, she allowed herself to be dragged outside of the dressing rooms to show him.

"Hey cuz! You actually look like a girl!" Wyatt taunted.

Kat raised a clench fist, "You are so lucky no magic in public!" She threatened.

"Do you want this one?" Phoebe asked Kat as she stormed past.

"Only because I have to!"

"Ok," Phoebe shrugged.

When she exited the stall for the final time, she was wearing her muddy sneakers, a worn pair of cut off shorts, and a tee-shirt two sixes too large. "Can we go home now?"

Phoebe sighed but smiled as she looked at her eight year old. She nodded. Phoebe walked up to the unwanted dressing room clothing rack while Kat continued to fight with Wyatt. Not paying attention, he pushed into a woman in her early-fifties. Her eyes flashed gray.

Present

2004

"Kat, Wyatt's starting to fidget," Phoebe called to Kat.

She stared into the mirror, "I can't believe I'm wearing this! I can't believe you dragged me out of the house to wear this! I should be at home finding out things about the demonstration" She complained. Her chipped black nail polish stood out against the short elegant yellow sundress. "And you know? I can't kick ass in something that's cute!" She continued as she stepped out of the stall crossing her arms.

"It's very pretty," Phoebe, told her. She turned to Wyatt and asked him what he thought. He smiled clapping his hands enthusiastically.

"Besides do you kick ass everyday?" Prue tried to reason.

"Fun fact: never ask a question when you don't know the answer. I'm changing," the surrounding stalls began to shake in the wake of the slammed the door.

"Hit a nerve, Prue?" Phoebe whispered picking Wyatt up.

"Hey at least I got her out of the house," She defended herself in a loud whisper.

"Hi. I can still hear you," Kat informed as she stalked out of the dressing room. She was now wearing comfortable flip-flops, what used to be form fitting jeans, and a tank top. She turned quickly, bumping into a woman in her early twenties.

Before she knew it, Kat had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as her eyes turned into a grey color. Flooding her senses, she saw flashes of riots, felt the suffering of the victims, and an overwhelming sense of hate.

As sudden as it started, it ended. Kat had a dizzy feeling that wouldn't go away. It was impossible to focus or try to move. Tripping on her own feet, she fell to the floor and passed out.

Chap. 27

"So who started the riot?" Darryl asked a nearby police officer.

"Wendy White, age 29, over a price of a shirt. Get this, before the riot even broke out, a girl passed out just by touching her."

"Anybody dead?"

"The cashier was literally beaten to death and a few other good Samaritans tried to intervene but were pummeled into critical condition," the officer answered then headed back to work.

"Wait," Chris stopped him earning him a questioning glance from Darryl. He pointed to a distinct mini backpack behind a police tapeline. "Who does this belong to?"

"The girl who passed out…um…" he paused searching his notes, "Kat Halliwell-Turner."

"Shit," Chris cursed under his breath. "How is she?"

"Unconscious. Her mother and aunt went with her to the hospital."

"Thanks," Darryl dismissed.

"I've gotta go," Chris told Darryl. He nodded toward Andy, "Tell him I'm going to the hospital to check on her." Chris tried to orb, but didn't go anywhere.

Darryl gave him a look of confusion. "No offence or anything, but why aren't you gone?"

"I don't know. I can't orb."

"Well, it's only a block away. You can run, or if you really need it you can borrow the car."

Chris thought about it but shook his head, "I'll just run, but thanks anyway."

Chap 28

Andy was talking to Wendy White's best friend. "You say that she just started beating the cashier?"

Shell-shocked and shaking, she nodded.

"Is she a bad person?"

The girl winced, shaking her head rapidly.

"Was she a good person?"

"The best," she whispered.

"The best?" Andy repeated.

She nodded in affirmation.

Andy sighed sadly. "Ok, see those officers over there?" Andy pointed to the group discussing the scene. "They'll ask you a few more questions, and then you can go home."

"Ok," she mumbled. "Will Wendy be all right?"

Andy gave her a sympathetic look, "I don't know," he answered, but if he were a betting man he'd bet no. Chris abruptly rushed past him and out the door.

Darryl walked over to catch up on the details. Following Andy's glance, he answered the unasked question, "Kat's in the hospital. Chris went to check on her."

"He should've waited for us because we have to ask them questions anyway."

"No, maybe we should wait an hour or so to give them some space."

Andy nodded in agreement. "So what'd you get?"

"1 dead, 3 in critical, and Kat passed out touching her before anything went down."

"Sounds like a harsh premonition."

"That's what I thought, but Phoebe once said she handles premonitions pretty well," Darryl said.

"I wonder if it has anything to do with our suspect."

"Another up standing citizen?

"The best," Andy confirmed.

"Are we absolutely sure this is supernatural? I mean, some people are wound so tight they're bound to snap sometime."

Andy shook his head examining the crime scene. "Five in the past week? I don't think so. Plus, I wouldn't be here it were natural."

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