Disclaimer: Don't own Charmed blah, blah, blah

Ok, I'm sorry for taking so long to update, my computer crashed and I haven't had a lot of time since my parents forced me to start exercising more because all I ever do is mess around on the pc, so I'm jogging loads now. I'm fit and healthy but sorry for the delay, I'm doing it while my parents are at work at the mo.

Reminder: Psycho: Frank, thinks Barbas is God wants Carla to scream and die.

Carla: Trapped in corridor with psycho awaiting her death dun, dun,

Chris: Stuck in another corridor reliving his worst memory, the death of his mother.

Craig and Paige: They are looking for Carla like Chris should be but is currently preoccupied.

Phoebe and Piper: they have upset the Book of Shadows and are ripping their hair out trying to find a solution.

Darryl: Having problems with public welfare and is trying to convince the army not to blow the building up. Good luck Darryl.

Ok on with the drama, drama, drama!!! :P

"BARBAS!" Dalia screeched.

The demon of fear shimmered in before the council. It was time to have a word with him.

"What is it? I'm busy, I nearly have the firestarter and the white… oh, what?"

"YOU! You let my warrior die!" Dalia howled pointed a gnarled finger at him.

"And mine." The Trok demon added nodding his heads malevolently.

"My apologies, it was not me who sent them, my magic prevents them from shimmering and other escape methods." Barbas explained.

"Then allow it!" Dalia snarled.

"That would mean letting the witches orb, do you want that?" Barbas hissed.

"Then they would escape, that we can not allow." The Head said thoughtfully.

"I could, confine them to only around the building." Barbas suggested.

"Only the demons, the witches can not be able to orb, we need this to work properly Barbas." The Gremlock spat.

"Fine," Barbas said brushing the comment away, he knew they would kill him if he did not obey but he could not let their demons mess his plan. Fear would kill them, that is how it would have to be.

"Send in the Gremlocks." The Head wove his hand towards the Gremlock.

"It is done." He replied softly.

Barbas shimmered away, he would have to find a way to stop the demons barrelling through into his carefully thought out plans. He pondered this as he materialised in the control room, then watched on the television as demons appeared on the bottom floor.

Craig opened a random door in the corridor and stuck his head around it, nope she wasn't here, just in case, "CARLA!?" He and Paige were searching the rooms, he did one side of the corridor, she did the other, simple, it was just checking if she was there.

Nope she wasn't there, next door.

"CARLA?" Nope.

It never entered Craig's head that his photocopying friend may be unconscious.

But the hall way was empty, everything was silent apart from Paige creaking the doors and entering rooms, she was more thorough in her searches.

Ok then, next do… he heard a crash. "PAIGE?" he yelled.

"CHAIR!" He heard her scream.

Ok, she either needed a sit down or she needed to throw a chair at someone, Craig somehow hoped it was the latter. Then he heard another crash, nope she was definitely in trouble! He clenched his fist around the knife in his hand, he knew if she was in trouble he would need to use it. Wow suddenly he was squeamish around blood. Stabbing things wasn't a past time, dissecting things maybe, that didn't involve 12 inch blades and huge demonic things lunging at him.

He heard Paige scream. Head out of the clouds, it's time to be action man! He brandished the knife and raced towards the room opposite him.

Piper and Phoebe stood over the Book, it was positioned on the floor, Piper had refused to apologise for upsetting it, so the Book had taken a grudge and decided not to let the girls touch it until Piper apologised.

Well that was how Phoebe saw it.

"Piper, tell the Book sorry," Phoebe said soothingly.

"Why? It's not like it's going to help us or anything." Piper had her arms folded like a spoilt child.

"Come on, it had a spell in there." Phoebe said irritated.

"No it had a stinky potion!" Piper pouted.

"Wait a sec, Grams brewed tons of potions, maybe she had it." Phoebe pointed out.

"She wasn't patient enough for 200 hundred hours!" Piper stamped her foot in frustration, the Book glowed and flew underneath an old chest covered in dust.

Piper's hands flew to her temples, she began to massage them furiously.

Phoebe tiptoed over to it and blew on the dust and read an inscription on the lock.

"Wow, this is nearly the same age as Melinda Warren!" She giggled.

Piper stomped over to her sister.

"Aw, how beautiful," She rose her hands to blow the chest to splinters.

"No wait Piper, there could be something we need in there," Phoebe cried lowering her sisters hands. She began to creak the lid open slowly.

"What? 200 hours or a minotaur's foot?" Piper snapped.

"Or just the potion?" Phoebe asked pulled out a dust covered vial.

"That's the potion?" Piper asked unsteadily.

Phoebe's shoulders hunched as she received a premonition.

"Brewed in 1962?" Phoebe asked clambering to her feet.

"Who brewed that? How do you know what that is?" Piper blabbered.

"Grams, when she was a hippie. She was bored, so found a minotaur's foot lying around."

Piper frowned, that story sounded wrong somehow…

"How nice! Gimme!" Piper lunged at her sister.

"No, apologise to the Book first." Phoebe said snatching it away.

"FINE!… Book… I'm sorry, come out from under the chest now! Please." Although Piper's voice contained anything but sincerity the Book crawled out from under the chest timidly.

"Good Book!" Phoebe grinned picking it up and placing it on the stand.

"I must say it inherited Grams' stubbornness.

Phoebe nodded as she handed the vial to her sister.

"Ready?"

"Let's get down there." Piper agreed.

Craig raced into the room opposite and brandished his weapon, he stumbled onto Paige who was wrestling with a bald grey headed man in black. The man had her pinned to the floor and was yellow light was transferring between them, Paige was helpless. Her breath was short, he had her hand around her throat.

Craig lunged at the demon, he bared his knife then before making contact swiped the knife away, he knocked the demon off Paige, that was the objective. Paige took a deep breath and sprang to her feet, "Craig's knife!" She called.

It didn't work.

"Nope, I took your aura, no magic now!" The Gremlock waggled her finger.

"Crap!" Paige yelled.

Craig dove towards the knife the demon grabbed the neck of his shirt and hurled him at the wall.

Paige raced over to him, the demon grabbed her and shimmered away quickly.

Craig hauled himself to his feet, this was bad!!!

He grabbed the knife, time to do what a man was created to do, save the damsels in distress… he looked around the now completely trashed room.

Hmm…

Maybe he should go find Chris first.

Darryl raced over to the army as they appeared.

Why was he the only person who didn't want to blow the building up?

Obviously others didn't or they would have blown it to smithereens already but, standing there trying to stop people touching the building or blowing it up.

He stared as they set up their guns. Helpless what could he do, the proper authorities had take care of the matter that was their job, not his. He couldn't stop them, the whole magic thing had gone way too far now, this was on a much grander scale than usual. He couldn't hide it or fake records it was out of his hands now.

"WHOA!"

Darryl grimaced, the sisters had arrived.

"What Phoebe?" He asked not looking at her.

"What … what are they doing?" She hissed.

"Destroying the building." Darryl replied blankly.

"Great… just a hint, if you shoot at that thing the bullets bounce back, don't want more causalities? Do we?"

Darryl muttered something incomprehensible and stormed over to the army.

"He hates you." Piper said coolly appearing behind her sister.

"He always hates me. What's new."

The sisters stared as Darryl futilely argued with the armed forces.

"Ok, it's my way or the highway!" Piper was growing impatient.

"I freeze you throw potion, got?" Piper instructed.

"Yeah but that doesn't stop the building being blown up." Phoebe argued.

"Fine, I freeze you chain yourself to building." Piper suggested.

"Stop being stupid." Phoebe knocked her sister playfully.

"I'm not, just while I freeze you throw potion and… I could blow the weapons up?"

Phoebe realised that they didn't have many other options.

"Fine!" She growled.

"Fine?" Piper asked surprised at her sister's quick surrender.

"FINE!" Phoebe shouted.

Piper flicked her hands due to shock and the whole scene froze in midair.

"Start blowing stuff up!" Phoebe said angrily marching to the building aiming her vial of potion.

Piper couldn't argue, any excuse to blow something up.

Her fingers twitched.

"Ok, then!"

Chris fell to his knees by the 14 year old version of himself, it was the nightmare that plagued him when he saw his mother, the agony he suffered when she died.

He looked down the corridor, he had to escape this, but his legs felt like lead, as he looked up at himself, the boy of him just stared at the ceiling. It was destroying him.

He glared at the stairwell, it was barely visible through the rain splattering on his face.

He had to get to it, he had to fight, he couldn't be weak, not with people in trouble. He had to find Carla, he heard a shriek. Carla?

The images around him evaporated, it dragged him back to reality with a huge bang.

Then everything went black, he heard a voice, was that Craig?

"HEEEEEEEEEEY!" Craig hollered.

He looked down the corridor and saw Chris lying on the floor, soaking wet.

Ok… weird.

He raced over to him.

"Paige is in trouble! I heard Carla scream too… hey!!! What's with you? Wake up dumb ass. What is your problem fine… ignore me… Chris?"

Craig gently shook his shoulder.

He quickly rolled him over, Chris had an expression of pure exhaustion, his eyes were practically fogged over.

"CHRIS!" The lifeless shell stayed motionless.

Craig looked around exasperated, he was the only one left to save the day and he couldn't do it without any help. All he had was a knife. Then he remembered the first time they had found Chris like this. What did Carla do again?

Chris was brought back to reality when a snap a pain shot through his cheek.

"WAKE UP!" Craig's voice shouted in his left ear.

He could feel his limbs tingling as he began to regain control, he felt like he was going to vomit. His eyes opened like shutters, Craig hit me. He realised.

Chris sprang to life and swung round hitting the scientist as hard he could in the stomach.

"You're awake…" Craig wheezed, falling to the floor.

"Shouldn't have slapped me." Chris shrugged hauling himself to his feet.

"You have a mean right hook!" Craig complimented clutching his stomach.

"Come on baby…" Chris helped him up.

"Why are you wet?"

"Long story, Barbas made me relive my fear. It wasn't good either…"

"Oh…" Craig dropped the subject, if it was him… nah he wouldn't have gone so far as it to say that a demon had made him scared, it was too surreal to think about, a demon?

"Come on, we have to save the girls." Chris grabbed Craig's arm and dragged him along the corridor.

Carla backed away as the mad man approaching her ambled along cockily, the fact he barely cared made her anger bubble up, he was just strolling along preparing to kill her.

Oh no she was getting annoyed, she couldn't hurt an innocent.

She glanced at the large lunatic, she was going to make an exception.

She let the emotion boil up.

Her fear, her anger, her annoyance, they all grew inside of her.

In front of her a wall of fire began to grow, it began to get larger blocking the corridor off.

He couldn't get through there could he. Ha! So much for that.

Frank watched as the flames licked around the wall, it had soon blocked of the entire corridor, a minor set back, it would hurt for a mere few seconds then he would be able to do what God had told him to do.

Carla watched in horror as the lunatic walked through her wall of fire she had conjured.

She screamed as loud as she could, her lungs gasping, she could barely breathe.

She smelt the distinct odour of burning flesh.

Two meaty fiery hot hands grabbed her by each shoulder and pinned her to the wall on the left careful to avoid the fire or the brick wall. She was facing him, they stared at each other for seconds.

His hands were burning into her skin, she looked into the eyes of this psycho, she saw menacing lust. She closed her eyes as he drew his weapon.

She prayed he would be quick and spare her.

She felt the blade slowly slice into her left arm. Blood oozed from the wound, she winced. The man placed his scabbed finger in the crimson blood letting going of her left arm which had gone numb. His hand was covered in her crimson blood. He stared his fist and stroked a bloody finger down her cheek.

"We are all going to die. You're lucky you are going in the eyes of God child." His robotic voice barked, spittle flew over her face.

She did all she could and screamed in terror.

"Ok, so the demon shimmered?" Chris asked Craig as they walked up the stairs.

"Yeah, he can use magic!" Craig pointed out knowledgably.

"Sure… did you hear that?" Chris paused.

Craig shrugged.

"Carla screaming!" Chris took the stairs two at a time pausing at the 3rd floor.

He stared at the brick wall before him, she was trapped in there he could tell. She screeched again.

"Hey… yummy someone is cooking sausages!" Craig grinned appearing behind Chris.

"You said the demon used magic, right." Chris asked ignoring Craig's comment.

"Yeah…"

"Ok then…

Remove this wall that separates me

From where I really am supposed to be

Move it now let me through

Allow me to find Carla and go to the rescue."

The wall flickered and vanished.

"Cool!" Craig patted Chris on the back losing his balance as Chris ran into the corridor. He used his telekinesis and threw Frank away from Carla. He was sent hurtling straight through the wall of fire.

Carla dropped to the floor gasping.

Craig gagged suddenly realising what the sausage smell was.

"I think I'm going to hurl!" Craig raced back down the stairs.

"WIMP!" Chris yelled after him. He knelt beside Carla who was in a crumpled heap on the floor.

"Help… he's going … to kill me… with a knife…" Carla croaked staring at him helplessly. She whimpered.

Chris felt a hand curl around his neck.

He was hauled from the floor and saw the large man that had been trying hurt Carla glaring at him malevolently.

"See 'ow you if fru the fwames." His lips were bleeding he could barely string a sentence together.

Carla screamed as Frank hurled Chris through the wall of fire.

He swung round to her and approached her with the knife.