Day 5- Why can't we leave!
Chris and Wyatt were still in the basement. Wyatt was playing with the sword Piper had supposedly hidden and Chris was finishing up a spell.
"Okay, the spell is done. Now no one can leave the house. But doesn't that mean that we can't get out either?"
Wyatt's eyes widened. "Oh crap," He said in a cute/creepy voice then used his power to stab Chris in the foot with the sword.
"OW!" Chris cried. Wyatt put his finger to his mouth and Chris covered his mouth. They both looked up and listened to the screams that came from upstairs.
Upstairs…
The storm had stopped and the sun was shining. Only one problem, they couldn't get out.
"The doors won't open!" Prue screamed as she ran around in circles.
"What are we gonna do!" Phoebe was doing the same. They ran in each other and fell to the floor.
"Don't panic, no one panic, I said no one fucking panic!" Paige ran in. everybody looked at her strangely.
"Leo, Paige, try to orb." Piper ordered. Both Whitelighters closed there eyes and got the look of constipation on their faces like they did when they tried to orb, nothing.
"Nada," Leo said.
"Same here," Paige agreed.
"Why can't we leave!" Cole had already managed to pull out half of his hair.
"How the hell should I know!" Piper screamed.
Prue and Phoebe came to and stood up. Prue forgot what had happened and turned on the TV. But no picture came up. She started screaming again.
"Okay Prue, we're past the screaming." Cole said over her cries. "Prue!" He screamed. "Prue look, an Aaron Spelling show without a bitch!" Prue stopped and looked around.
"Where?"
"Over here," Everyone turned to look at Phoebe, who was clutching a butcher knife. "There is no way I'm gonna be stuck here any longer with you people, so I'm taking you all out." She said through gritted teeth.
"W-wait, if you kill us you still won't be able to get out, so you'll just be stuck here with a bunch of rotted corpses." Piper tried to reason.
Phoebe stopped walking and thought that over. Which was just enough time for Cole and Leo to grab her and drug her. She passed out.
"Alright, so it seems that there is some sick force that is keeping us here, so I suggest that we just keep conversation light and avoid each other as much as possible." Paige suggested.
"Good idea," they all agreed and went their separate ways. Piper stayed in the kitchen, because it was her haven, Paige went to her room, Cole and Leo went to the bathroom, and Prue was in the attic, Leo had orbed Phoebe into her room.
Later…
Piper walked into the Conservatory and gasped. Cole was standing by the fireplace, naked, and covered in what looked like grease.
Cole spun around in shock. "Piper! It's not what it looks like!"
"You mean you weren't about to try to shimmy up the narrow fireplace in an attempt to free yourself from this hellhole while covered in grease?" Piper said quickly.
"Oh, then it is," He put a hand on his hip. "Only this isn't grease, it's KY, Phoebe has a whole crate in her room."
"Carry on," Piper walked out and went to throw up.
Hours later….
A few hours had passed and already things were getting weird. Everybody was covered in dirt, their clothes were ripped, and their hair was tangled. It looked as if they were stranded on a desert island rather than a house.
Cole crawled weakly and stretched his arm out, "Food…" He mumbled.
Leo was doing the same and said. "Water…"
Prue mimicked but said, "Attention…or a TV show…"
Paige, trying to fit in said, "Facial wax…"
Piper walked by and surveyed the scene; she shook her head and said weakly. "Brains," and walked away.
Phoebe opened her eyes and looked around. This wasn't her room, this was the basement. She spyed two figures in the shadows, one short, the other tall. She squinted to see.
"Wyatt?" She gasped as Wyatt and Chris stepped forward. "Who are you?"
"I'm your nephew, Chris, and you're going help us Aunt Phoebe." Chris smirked wickedly."
"Your aunt? Wait, what's going on here!" Phoebe demanded.
"You'll see," Chris said.
Wyatt laughed, this time Chris didn't; he couldn't afford to lose another toe.
TBC….