(A/N: Finally it's continued. I decided to give up on the last few reviews, maybe I'll make up for them later? Thanks to my loyal readers, however. D..)
reversed
chapter: the fifth
Where am I? the red-haired Charmed One couldn't tell. It was an empty, dark void. She seemed to be standing on nothing, floating in nothing, looking at nothing. The very idea baffled her, but Paige tried to keep her cool. Maybe one of her sisters was around, maybe Shax. Okay, I don't like the second proposition so well. She felt something different about her, and held out her arms confusedly. Her left faded away momentarily, and returned to her in a small blur. "What the hell?"
She was scared now, worried. "Piper! Phoebe? Where are you two?" She figured neither of them were around, as the portal had taken them elsewhere. She had already decided it was a time warp, and could easily picture the sisters doding War World I or something as random, while she was here--fading away.
"Why look what the cat dragged in," came a sinister voice. She recognized it as that of none other than an old enemy. Looking around quickly, she now had to guess where it came from. Pulling herself into a defense stance, she waited. Would her powers work here? Was this really an optical illusion? Her second question was answered as Cole Turner came into view.
"Hello Paige," he smirked.
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Phoebe managed to dodge the attack by Shax as half of her Bay Mirror office was destroyed. Other office members looked about confused, and she wondered what kind of ripple effect this could have if one of them died. "Shax!" she shouted. The demon howled, turning about to face her. "You want a piece of me? Come and get it!" She lunged forward and threw a kick at him. He screeched and grabbed ahold of her, ripping open another time portal and dashing her into it.
"Oh great, here I go again!" the girl hollered as she flew through what appeared to be a huge tornado of her past. Hurtling forward, she fell into the Manor and slid through the living room, knocking directly into Prue. The other sister let out a yelp as the two fell into a tangle of confused witches. They struggled to pull themselves up, and Phoebe pulled away from her sister.
"Phoebe, what are you doing here?" Prue asked, confused and seemingly angry. Phoebe noticed Andy peering in from the other room, a flabberghast look on his face. "I thought I told you and Piper to stay away for a few hours. Grr!" Prue walked passed her and took a seat in a chair, clutching her head in a thinking stance. "Why can you never listen?"
Looking around some, the younger girl frowned. "I--I'm sorry," she fumbled. Her sister was alive infront of her, for real, and she didn't know what to say. To top it off, her sister was infuriated with her. "Please, Prue, there's a logical explanation for this. I--I don't know if I should even be here, I could mess up everything."
"What--what do you mean?" Prue looked around as Andy stepped in.
"I'm.. Hi Andy.. see, I'm.. maybe we should talk alone," she nodded towards the cop.
"No, maybe you should tell me right now," Prue wasn't happy.
"If you say so," the girl got up, dusting herself off. "I'm from the future."
"...You're what?" Prue blinked.
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"Just sign the Declaration and get on with it!" Piper stomped out of the building, glaring around with a sour look on her face. "This is really starting to get on my nerves." The very olden days setting buggered her, and she put her hands on her hips. She couldn't stand anything being dirty, much less people showering twice a year.
"Miss, are you alright?" came a man from out of the building, noticeable as Ben Franklin.
"Oh, go stand in the lightning with your kite already!"
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"Why are you here?" Paige had a great tone of worry in her voice. "Why am I here?" The man stepped forward, moseying around idly, no intent on answering her questions himself. She'd let her handle that, giving a cocky grin in her direction. "Oh," she began, "I get it." He raised a brow. "I must be in hell. You're here. And there's no malls."
"You always were the one with the bad humor, Paige," he chuckled a bit.
"I'm not up for you games, artist-formerly-known-as-Cole."
"Oh, still am, just not really--around anymore," he stepped up to her.
"Stay away from me," she hissed. He didn't respond, and walked right through her. The girl was in complete shock at this, and backed up, falling to what appeared to be the ground--or whatever it was. "Oh sweet jesus," she realized. She was dead, just like him.
"Jesus? Ah, he's around here too, I assume."
(A/N: Wee, I don't know if I'm very good at Cole, but Piper's bit is still cracking me up. More Prue, Andy, and Cole in the next chapter. D.. Read and review!)