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Ch 6: The Whitelighter, the Witch, and the Warrior
Talia turned and threw another fireball at her pursuer before she ducked down an alleyway hoping to escape the witch. "This day just keeps getting worse," she said to herself as she waited for the witch to pass. Earlier that day she and her mom had fought about Valdis and his death and how in the long run it may have been better this way than for her to repeat what happened between her mother and father. Talia couldn't take it so she left in the hope to blow off some steam.
The bar she went to was one she frequented regularly during her "constitutionals" as Wyatt liked to call them. The bar was abnormally quiet though when she arrived, the majority of the patrons were mainly demonic but the bartender a powerful neutral in the war of good vs. evil had a strict no violence policy in his establishment and no one wanted the bartender as an enemy. However tonight he seemed on edge, it wasn't until she looked toward one of the shadowed corner booths did she see why, there sat a dark-haired woman no older than Talia. Her hair was as long as Talia used to be before the fight with Valdis' father. The dress she wore reminded her of the type of dress medieval princesses wore but what caught her eye was the large sliver pendent she wore. Part of it seemed crudely cut like it was part of a larger item but the symbol was what was most curious. It was a diamond with an infinity symbol through it; however parts of it seemed thicker than others so that from a distance it looked almost like an S. When the "princess" caught sight of Talia was when the shit hit the fan. Talia suddenly found herself dodging thunder bolts and flying objects.
Now she was in an alleyway bruised and battered and really ticked off. The "princess" had chased her through alleyways across the district. She had doubled back around and had taken the opportunity to rest, weary of the pursuit and hoping to have enough time to lower the wards that blocked her uncle from sensing her or only enough for Wyatt to locate her.
After catching her breath she closed her eyes and began a whispered chant countering the warding spell she had used. She was barely halfway through the spell when another energy bolt sailed past her. "My, my; a princess of the underworld down in the muck like a common imp and Barbus said you would pose a challenge. Alas, just another second rate half-breed that thinks she is far better because her dear daddy is the ruler of the underworld," she laughed.
Talia's eyes flashed in anger. She quickly fired off a fireball at the witch causing her to leap gracefully in the air to dodge it. "I may be a half-blood but no one calls me second rate!" yelled Talia firing off another barrage of fireballs.
"My, such a temper," she said dodging the barrage. Then with a quick word in Latin and a sweep of her hand she tossed Talia to the ground again.
"I see they made you Warlocks of stronger stuff in the old days," coughed Talia; her lower lip bleeding.
"Warlock, it seems you daemons have forgotten you history. I am Isobel Faeroe the greatest sorceress in all of France and soon the world once the stones of knowledge are mine," said Isobel now hover over an injured Talia.
Talia's eyes widened upon hearing of the stones of knowledge. They were a well known legend but no daemon or force of good dared to search for them because the legend said if any but the son of the great god that crafted them attempted to use them in any way destruction and death would befall the entire world on both sides. It was therefore decreed that should any force for either side attempt to do so that the other would be bound to aid in any way to halt them. "You don't know what you will cause if any but the chosen one unites those stones" yelled Talia.
"I will have ultimate power and revenge on those who killed me. But right now all I want is to end you," said Isobel coldly. She launched a thunder bolt at her. Talia closed her eyes and braced her self as best she could unable to block or counter the attack. Suddenly though, she felt a warm sensation pass through her and heard the sound of the bolt fizzle out like it hit a wall.
"Chloe activate the scanners and see if you can lock on to Wyatt's orb trail" said Mack as he, Clark, and Selene exited P3 followed closely by the Charmed Ones and Leo.
"Two steps a head of you," said Chloe. "I kept the scanners locked on to the area and had them track any entity that left through 'alternative' means. Just give a moment to check." Every thing was silent for a moment until Chloe's voice came over the line "Good news or bad first?" she asked tentatively.
"Good first" said Mack forlornly
"Wyatt and Talia are together but they are not alone. I can't get a definite ID but the third person has an energy signature similar to the Kryptonian stones Clark told me about," said Chloe.
"Clark who else would know about those stones?" asked Mack hurriedly.
"My parents, Lex and his father, and…Isobel" he said, his voice echoing a great concern.
"Damn it," said Mack under his breath. "Chloe tell us that was both the good and bad?" he said pleadingly.
"Sorry but when I attempted to perform an updated scan of the area the system gave back a report saying 'no biological presence at this time.' I guess its some kind of cloak or spell," said Chloe.
"How big of an area?" asked Mack.
"Two miles with the original location acting as the center point about two miles south east of your location" said Chloe.
"Thanks." said Mack and then hung up.
"Okay will someone want to tell us what the HELL is going on?" yelled Piper.
"As much as we would like to Mrs. Halliwell we don't…" Mack was saying but stopped and looked toward the roof tops. His face became considerably darker "Get in your cars and drive. Don't stop until you get home. Two of my people are there already in case you need aid."
"Now hold on," said Piper but stopped when Mack turned his gaze on to her.
"There are more of those creatures here and right now I can't answer questions so if you want your son and niece back you let us do our job," he said coldly.
The Charmed Ones looked at Mack and could see that he was neither threatening nor joking but stating pure fact. "Get us to the car Leo," said Piper.
But…" he started to say something but thought better. Placing his hand on Piper's shoulder and grasping Paige and Phoebe's hands in the other he orbed them away from the scene.
Mack sighed, "Clark, you and Selene take to the rooftops and make for the location Chloe told us about; I'll fly ahead and see if I can spot them from the air." Both Clark and Selene nodded and watched their leader transform and take off into the night sky.
"Come on Tal, stay with me," said Wyatt helping his cousin across the rooftop of a building.
Talia winced as they walk limping slightly because of the broken ankle. "I need to stop for a moment" she said collapsing against the ledge of the roof. She rubbed her ankle gently trying to massage out some of the tenderness. She then sighed in disgust at how they had gotten from an already bad situation to a worse one.
Wyatt arrived just as Talia was sure Isobel was about to deal the death blow. Thankfully, Wyatt got his shield down in time to block it, once back on her feet the two of them attempted to orb and flame out back to the manor. However, at about twenty feet off the ground they hit something and careened back down to earth; Wyatt landing in a garbage heap and was thankfully unhurt. Talia had landed on the hard pavement and ended up breaking her ankle. While Wyatt was part Whitelighter his healing skills were sketchy beyond a sprain. The only hope was to get beyond the barrier and get home and contact Leo. That was the plan though but for the last half hour they had been struggling along dodging Isobel who seemed to always know exactly where they were.
"Come on we had best go on" said Wyatt after a good five minutes. He helped Talia up on to her feet then heard a flutter of fabric behind him. He looked at his cousin and saw that she was looking directly behind him looking a mixture of fear and disgust. Wyatt turned and saw Isobel hovering a few feet off the rooftop floor.
"You two have been more trouble than you're worth and I now grow tired of you," said Isobel igniting an energy ball. "Be sure to tell you loved ones on the other side that they won't be alone for long." Then she fired.
Wyatt tried to quickly raise his shield but the continuous orbing and then using his powers made him exhausted. He knew the shield was too slow and wouldn't stop the energy ball; all he could do was to try and protect Talia. They closed their eyes and heard the shot hit but felt nothing. Wyatt opened his eyes and saw before him an armored figure the like of which he had never seen. In his gauntleted hand was the energy ball. He brought his two hands together and extinguished it in to dust.
"Guyver, it seems fate is generous this night not only do I get my quarry but I can collect on that generous bounty Smith placed on your head," said Isobel. Mack said nothing but released a mass of steam from his vents menacingly.
"You have no clue how many Zoanoids have died because of that bounty and you my dear will be no different." And without another word Guyver rushed her with his blades extended.
The two cousins watched safely behind the shield as Isobel and the Guyver traded blows. At first it seemed dramatically one-sided with Isobel dodging his blades but if she went to far the warrior began firing lasers from the metal orb in his head or blast from his hands. It looked like the warrior was about to go for the kill when Isobel pulled out a three pronged knife from behind her back to block the blow and then with the other hand pulled out a short sword and slashed at the Guyver's chest forcing him back. The Guyver gripped the wound for a moment and both the cousins watched in disbelief at the wound healed over and closed in a matter of seconds. He turned and faced Isobel again this entering into a fighting stance "That's one. Care to try for two Isobel?" challenged the Guyver.
"Gladly," she said with a growl and quickly rushed the Guyver who ducked and weaved the strikes fluidly and block with the ease that came with lots of experience. The pair was soon locked up in another cascade of blows. Their weapons soon became interlocked between them with the both of them staring each other down with nothing but disgust and contempt for each other.
"You know, if you weren't such a power hungry bitch and I didn't have a great girlfriend, I would ask you out for a cup of coffee," said Mack sarcastically.
"And if you weren't such fool I might have said yes, but I don't bother with fools," she said scathingly and quickly head-butted him; the tiara she wore made contact with the Guyver's trans-medal forcing a wave of pain to surge through his body and forcing him back.
"You really think your little weakness was unknown to Barbus and Dominous? You've seen the Zoanoids. You should know who Dominous has in his pocket; the only one to have faced you and lived," she said with a sadistic smile.
"And here I thought Smith could sink no lower," said the Guyver half coughing, half laughing.
"Oh yes, Reginald Smith: Kronos Council of Twelve US representative, head of Kronos USA, and one of Dominous' Generals. He kindly gave us a copy of the footage taken during the fight between you and Travis. The way you finished him was shall we say most enlightening," said Isobel now kneeling over the Guyver still wreathing in pain from the head butt. She quickly grabbed at the orb and began to pull it out. The Guyver quickly grabbed the offending hand and tried to force her to release. "You can't stop me; already the unit is beginning to short. Soon you will be nothing but a mere memory to those few that will remember after we remake the world."
"That may be true but there are a few things I know that you don't," said the Guyver in a weakened voice. "One just because the fight is already lost doesn't mean that the soldier is done fighting."
"How noble," said Isobel still pulling at the orb; the sound of snapping connections echoing in the air "anything else?" she asked.
"Yeah, Smith doesn't know everything," he said defiantly. With that Isobel gave a pull and the orb came out leaving a gaping whole in the warriors head.
The entire world seemed silent to the cousins as they watched the orb leave the head of the warrior. Then a scream of anguish echoed through the night and the warrior slowly began to liquefy into in to puddle of green brown sludge. The sounds of the scream becoming drowned out as the liquid backed up into the Guyver's throat. Talia turned and cried silent tears into Wyatt's arm as the Guyver's masked faced liquefied into a mixture of blood, bone, and the liquid substance that the rest of the body became. The Guyver gave out a last choke and then gave way to nothing but a mass of the green brown refuse that remained. Isobel then turned to the cowering cousins with a look of malevolence etched on her face and the metal orb pulled from the Guyver dripping goo in her one hand. In that moment the two of them knew that they were next.