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"Matt?" Prue called, frantically pounding on her boyfriend's front door. She was slightly out of breath, having run practically the whole way, but the run had helped clear her head. She hoped beyond hope that what she had experience what not true. She had been under so much stress lately, it was entirely possible she had dosed off and dreamt it all. But however much she wished that was the case, she knew it wasn't.
The opening of the front door pulled Prue from her reverie.
"Prue!" Matt gasped. "What's wrong?"
"Can I come in and explain?"
"Sure." Matt stepped back to let Prue enter. When she was in he shut the door and placed a comforting hand on his girlfriend's shoulder.
Prue shivered involuntarily as Matt's hand touched her T-shirt. Normally his touch made her feel warm, but now she just felt cold. She shrank away and wrapped her arms around herself.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Matt asked for the second time, leading Prue into the kitchen.
"I…uh." Prue found herself unable to speak her problems. Usually she could tell Matt anything but for some reason she had clamped up. "It's…uh, just my Mom, she's acting all weird."
"How weird? Witchy weird?"
"What?" Prue was shocked at what Matt had said and she backed away.
"Oops," Matt muttered. Quick as a flash, Matt stuck his hand behind his back and when he whipped it back out, Prue caught a flash of metal.
'Matt has a knife?' Prue thought wildly. 'NO, an athame,' she realised. Prue had heard Patience, who was into Wicca, talk about them.
"You… you killed all those women on the news," Prue accused, remembering the recent murders of four women.
"Not women, witches," Matt corrected. "And now I'm going to kill you." Matt took a threatening step towards Prue.
"How did you know I was a witch? I didn't even know I was a witch," Prue said, desperately trying to buy some time.
"I sensed you power." Matt lowered his arm, happy to boast. "And when I saw you and Paris stick up for Patience earlier, I knew your powers would soon be-come unbound." Not wanting to waste any more time, Matt took another step forward and raised the athame towards Prue.
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"We have to find her!" Piper exclaimed. She ran shaking hands through her dark hair.
"We will honey," Leo reassured her.
"Do either of you know where she would go?" Piper asked her two youngest daughters.
Both shock their heads, eyes filled with worry.
"Leo can you sense her?"
Leo's olive eyes closed in concentration.
"What's that?" Paris asked, gazing at her father curiously.
"A whitelighter can sense where one of their charges are," Piper explained.
"Cool," Patience muttered.
After a few moments of silence Leo's eyes popped open. "Nothing. Wherever she is, it must be magically protected," Leo reported.
"But she doesn't know anyone magically," Patience said.
"That's it, I'm going to look for her," Piper declared. "Paris, go to her room and see if you can get a premonition by touching her stuff," Piper instructed.
"But…" Paris started to protest.
"I know it's your first time, but you'll be fine," Piper interrupted. "It may be our only chance."
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Prue screamed and raised her arms to protect her self against the athame. When no metal sliced through her skin, she peeked through her hands. The athame was frozen inches from her stomach.
"Got to get out of here," Prue muttered. She spun around and raced for the door.
Just as her fingers were about to grasp the handle, her T-shirt was tugged back. Matt had unfrozen. He pulled Prue around to face him. Prue's fingers desperately felt for anything to fend off Matt. They came across a vase. Prue picked it up and smashed it down on Matt's head. He fell to the floor, unconscious and Prue pulled the door open and ran down the street.
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"Paris, Patience!" Prue shouted the moment she set foot in the Manor.
"Prue, you're home!" Paris cried, running down the stairs.
"Where are Mom and Dad?" Prue asked, ignoring her sister.
"Out looking for you. We'd better call them," Patience said.
"There's no time. Did the book say how to get rid of a..?" Prue's voice trailed off, not knowing what the term was.
"Warlock?" Patience filled in.
Prue nodded in response.
"Oh God," Paris muttered. She and Patience both joined Prue in the foyer.
An almighty crash made the Charmed Ones spin around to the door.
"Hello ladies." Matt grinned maliciously and stepped into the Manor.
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