Blurred Futures of Magic
Chapter 2
The Experiments
By: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)
Disclaimer: No I do not own Charmed or any characters from it. Yes I own Phate, Penelope, and any other OC's. I also own this idea for this fic!
A/N: Thanx so much for reviewing! And just for that, here is another chapter! Since you seemed to like it that is. So Enjoy!
Before I could tell them of my vision, our cell door opened.
Wyatt stood protectively in front of Penelope and me. I could sense the anger rolling off him in thick beads of tension. His fists were clenched to his sides as the two orderlies entered our battered, damp, cell.
I never noticed before how handsome Wyatt was. His face was built sternly but gently. His dark green eyes were to die for. He resembled his father in such a way... His chest was built, how I have no clue. They didn't give us any time for him to be able to work out. But he definitely reminded me of an angel. Or White Lighter in that case. I couldn't help but smile.
Then recognition of what was happening hit me.
"I see our little prince and princess's are already awake." The orderly known as Drox spoke. They were both large, their chests built like apes. Their arms were bigger than my small and fragile form. Their faces were hard and stern, ugly may I add too. Horns protruding from their green features.
A shudder filled my body at the sight alone. Demons. I've always hated them. For they are what keep us trapped in this god forsaken place. Unable to get out...as of yet.
"Shame. I had a way to wake our pets too."
A scowl crossed my face as the other spoke. Dercon was one of the orderlies I dreaded. His eyes were dark black pools of nothing. Every time I was in his sight, I could feel them skimming up my downy size.
"A pity. Too bad, eh?" Penelope spoke, her words spitting from her mouth like fire. Glancing over to her, her hair gleamed in the moonlight. Such a rare beauty. Her fire red hair and dark emerald eyes. She was exotic in her own way. An arm circling my waist jolted me from my thoughts as Dercon's laugh filled my ears.
"Let go of me you freak!" The words shot out of my mouth uncontrollably.
Wyatt's eyes stared into my artic blues. My eyes were also rare, coming from my father. His eyes were full of concern as they stared into mine. Concern for me.
I nodded my head to him to reassure I was alright. I have a tendency of fainting after my 'premonitions'. Struggling against his tight hold upon me, I could feel bruising already beginning.
"Freak? Witch!" He spat out as if it was some sort of curse. Demons have always hated our kind. I wouldn't blame them. But hey, if we kill them, we kill them.
I could feel his hot breath on the back of my bare neck. I'm lucky I had pulled my long black hair into braids before hand. Dercon had a tendency to take a handful of my hair at every turn he could. I guess for some sort of trophy.
Wyatt questioned weather or not he should interfere as Dercon continued to torment me with his awful presence.
"Stop messin' around. It's time for their nightly experiments." A smile crossed Drox's ugly face which caused a shiver to run down my spine.
Drox licked his lips which caused me to scowl. He was watching Penelope like a hawk as he slowly walked over to her.
Rolling her emerald eyes, she shook her head and sighed.
"Let's get it on with then already. Do I look like I have all night?" Her words came out coldly and I couldn't help but dread what her punishment might be. What surprised me was the laugh both Dercon and Drox let escape their black lips.
"Penelope!" Both Wyatt and I yelled. Our temper was something not very well kept under par. It ran in our family.
I winced as Drox's fist came into contact with Penelope's fragile pale skin upon her face. But Penelope didn't move. She wouldn't show them a weakness. That was something we could not afford. We needed a way to get out of here. And this might just be it.
"Make sure ya have the bitch, let's go." Dercon growled. It was hard to understand what they said anymore. Their large forms and teeth slurred their words. I winced in pain once more as he pulled upon my heap of braids and led me out of our cell. Wyatt was pushed forward as Drox came forward from behind, Penelope in his grasp.
I tried my best to turn my head to catch a glance of our cell door. As if by magic, it slammed shut and locked itself. They sure were up to date on security around this dump.
Glancing around the long dark hallways, Dercon and Drox laughed as the three of us tried to block out the screams and taunting of the other cell mates. We had become hated around here. The very people we believed in, our kind. Hated us. The demons had done their job in making those less fortunate on their side. Shaking my head as we were pushed forcefully into the cell at the end of the hall, I readied my body for the upcoming experiments. You kinda get used to these kinds of things after awhile.
I glanced over to check on Penelope and Wyatt. Wyatt didn't look to happy. He never did anymore. The things we go through. I just hope it never breaks his free spirit. Penelope's face was fear stricken. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Here, I'm the youngest. Yet the strongest amongst us all.
"You're late." That voice. I've always hated that voice. I glanced up to see the passion of my hate. The head honcho himself,
(A/N: I can't remember what the head Titan was in the show, so I'm just going to go out on a leaf here and say, Cronus.)
The head honcho himself, Cronus. But why was he here?
A smile crossed his overly large muscled face, I knew something was up.
"Awe, so the 'Charmed Ones' are still at bay. My little pets." His voice was in a singing kind of way as he came forward taking in the sight of us. I just don't get what is the big deal about the 'Charmed Ones' anymore.
I shook with pity as one of my many powers kicked in. As Cronus looked us over, I felt lust and excitement roll off of him in large amounts. This was sickening. I had to try once more as the vision of the cold metal slabs and needles came into view. Hot pokers and spells being tried out upon you aren't always fun.
Wyatt smiled as he clearly understood my actions. Penelope agreed. We were fed up with this treatment. It was now or never.
My eyes shot up falling deep into Dercon's. Never ending blackness filled my mind as I breached his inner walls. His fears and thoughts became very clear as I dug deeper within. It had been to long for us. Our powers had grown without our knowing, finally reaching what I had been searching for my eyes shot open as I heard his loud scream.
"I never thought a demon such as you would fear drowning." I smiled as he fell to the ground and his hands flew out before him as if to swim. But it was no use, his face slowly turned an abnormal color other than his natural and he fell to the ground in a heap.
Penelope took this as a sign. Nodding her head to me, she smiled at Drox who still held her around her waist. Grabbing a hold of a lose bracelet he wore, she quickly transformed it into a sort of dagger, inserting it deeply into his arm. A scream escaped his lips that echoed through the small chamber. Penelope fell forward as Wyatt smiled to the both of us. It was nice to be able to feel powerful once more.
A laugh entered our hearing causing all of us to jump. A cold snake-like shiver squirmed down my small back as my eyes filled white once more. Wind surrounded me as Cronus eyed my body.
A flash of pain, suffering and triumph entered my mind. A high screech filling my ears as a sight of people I had never seen before entered. Fire was everywhere, chaos, as I felt as if I was running down a long street.
Coming too as pain shattered realization into my over-worked brain. My shaking hand whipped across my forehead as Penelope and Wyatt took my arms. I glanced over to Cronus who stood wide eyed staring at me.
"Hmm…Witches. Should have never under estimated you three." Laughing his evil laugh as he continued, "But that shall not happen again. You have proven to me that your will's still stand strong. And you, young Phate, I shall see you soon." With that he disappeared with a boom, winds filling the small room and tearing at our forms.
"What does this mean?" I heard Wyatt ask. Not needing to ask what exactly he meant, I glanced over to see us no longer standing in that chamber where we spent so many nights in pain and agony. We were outside. My vision. We were here. The fire was hot as it surrounded us.
"San Francisco?" Penelope's voice was so soft as it filled my mind. We had not been out doors for ages, and this was all that was left that we knew of our civilization.
A/N: Well! Did ya like? I hope so, I wrote it in this scolding house. Its to hot to even think But please leave a review on your thoughts! I hope you enjoyed! Thanx for reading!