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A/N: 2 chapters left and then the Epilogue! Woot Woot!
Chapter 10 Butterfly Cry
Melinda was trapped, was burning, and crying. She was watching her hands fly out destroying the world, lives, taking powers and killing witches. She wept for those around her, be she never got to shed those tears.
Did I hurt you?
Did I ever make you bleed inside?
Did I kill you?
I didn't mean to make you hide yourself.
Find you in you, beautiful.
Do not grow the seeds of pain in you,
Goodbye!
At this moment Morana sat inside what used to be a club in this town, whichever one it was. She didn't care. After all, she wanted the underworld to be free, on top of the world, which she would rule and right now, it was hers.
She could feel Melinda shaking and crying, but she pushed the silly girl down and put her hand up signaling to a demon across the thong of people to bring her the next witch.
She stood, and walked down the small steps to the young women thrown to her feet.
"Hello," Morana said holding the girl up.
"Goodbye," she said plunging the knife into her heart. The knife glowed and as the life vanished from the young witches eyes Morana glowed and she collected her new powers.
And Melinda screamed and wept.
Let the butterflies cry,
Let them cry for you.
You just dry your eyes,
Because the world is wonderful.
Let the butterflies cry,
Let them cry for you.
You just dry your eyes,
Because the world is wonderful.
Oh, because the world is wonderful
"My world, this is my world Melinda, and you helped me bring it forth… and soon, we shall head back to your home, to your country. And your family shall be the first people that I visit… maybe, I think, P3 and Charmed.
"But don't worry, I wont hurt anyone much. Just talk, explain how you came willingly."
Melinda sobbed, she screamed and she begged.
I have been there,
I used to believe there was no light.
But I found out,
Oh, life is far too short to fight.
Loose yourself, let go of your pain,
Taste the air you breathe and kiss the sky.
Goodbye!
Melinda watched as her brothers injured bodies hauled away her mother and aunts and cousins. They had called her names, and she tried to answer. Charmed was a broken into parts, tables smashed, chairs broken, glass and china everywhere. Blood too.
Pain wracked her body, but Morana just laughed it off. The potions hitting her didn't do anything besides sting and fade away. But Melinda felt them all.
"You know Melinda, I don't think they really believe that you are in here still. I mean, sure they say that you are, but that may just be to keep their own hopes up that they haven't lost you yet. But I have one, so you need to SHUT THE FUCK UP!
"Normally I can handle the screaming of my host, but you, it is like 24/7, and it is getting a bit irritating."
Melinda didn't give up, not yet; she knew that if she gave at this moment, she would never get her own body back. And she wanted it back… but she knew… she had to remember something… but what was it…
Let the butterflies cry,
Let them cry for you.
You just dry your eyes,
Because the world is wonderful.
Let the butterflies cry,
Let them cry for you.
You just dry your eyes,
Because the world is wonderful.
Oh, because the world is wonderful.
Morana walked through the underworld temple, the one under San Francisco; the one that she moved all of her minions, slaves, and belongings into.
"The prisoner is ready my lady."
"Bring him up, I want to play for a while."
But Melinda was slipping, it hurt too much to stay awake anymore, it hurt to look out of her eyes that she couldn't control.
She fell in to the black of her mind, she fell hard and fast, never seeing Toby thrown at her bodies feet, never seeing Morana pull him up, and never seeing the tears falling down his face as he cried for her.
Let the butterflies cry,
Let them cry for you.
You just dry your eyes,
Because the world is wonderful.
Let the butterflies cry,
Let them cry for you.
You just dry your eyes,
Because the world is wonderful.
Oh, because the world is wonderful,
And yeah, because the world is wonderful!
In the old Manor, where many witches were being healed, a young man stood in the center of the room, he was holding a book under one arm and a piece of paper in the other. He was standing next to Leo, holding his own against the stares of this family. He read the paper out load and watched as Piper fell to the ground, Wyatt holding her as she cried, as Phoebe held onto Coop and cried in to his shoulder, and as Paige turned white as a sheet but continued to heal her niece as her husbands hand rested on her shoulder.
The boy turned to Leo and nodded at his comment before disappearing in a light green smoke.
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