Charmed: The Return
Disclaimer: See Chapter One.
Summary: After their parents' deaths, the Charmed Children moved on with their lives. Now they return home to where it all started and back to the world, they turned their backs on.
Author's Note: The year for this fiction is 2032. That means, the Halliwells died in 2027. Long paragraphs or sentences that are in italics are flashbacks, and any words that are in italics are just like that to show emphasis. There is minor language.
Chapter Ten: Blow Up
Strange
how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm
holding on underneath this shroud
Rain
Its hard to know when to
give up the fight
Two things you want will just never be right
Its
never rained like it has to night before..
Patty
Griffin, "Rain"; A Kiss in Time (2003)
The rain started again, pounding San Francisco in it's sheets of rain. It did little to relieve the hot temperature of the day, all it seemed to do was cause problems. In an office, in a downtown police precinct, an angry inspector flipped through a phonebook. Her hands were shaking as she flipped through the book and finally found who she was looking for. She reached for her phone and started to dial the seven digit number. The phone rang.
Across town, a young man in his early thirties picked up a ringing telephone. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt. Around his waist was a tool belt and sweat trickled down his dark face. "Hello?" he spoke into the receiver.
"Yes, this is Inspector Cassie Abridge, from the San Francisco Police Department. I'm looking for a Darryl Morris."
"This is Darryl Morris." the young man said into the phone.
"The same Darryl Morris, who worked for the San Francisco Police Department from 1985 to 2021?"
"No, ma'am. That would be my father, Darryl Morris Sr. I'm his son, Darryl Morris Jr. Hold on just one moment." Cassie could hear the exchange of the phone and a much older man got on the phone.
"This is Darryl Morris. How can help you, Inspector –,"
"Abridge. I'm calling in regards to Prue Halliwell and her sisters, Piper, Phoebe and Paige."
"Ma'am, Prue Halliwell has been dead for thirty-one years. Piper, Phoebe and Paige have been dead for five."
"I'm well aware, Mr. Morris, but my concern is about their involvement in many of your unsolved cases. As of your retirement, eleven years ago, they were involved in sixty of your unsolved cases dating back to 1998, including the death of your partner, Andrew Trudeau."
"Inspector, I don't know what you are trying to accomplish by digging into the past. There are plenty of cases out their now that need your attention."
"Sir, are you acquainted with Dr. Christopher Halliwell?"
"Yes, he's Piper and Leo's youngest son. A nice, caring boy. I'm actually his cousin's, Rachel, godfather. Is there a problem with Chris?"
"No, never mind, I asked. Is there anything you would like to tell me about the extent of the Halliwell involvement?"
"All I can tell you is, leave them be. What Piper and her sisters did and what their children do are more than you or I can ever accomplish."
"Mr. Morris, if what they're doing is illegal, I need to know and if you are protecting them, that's a crime, as you know."
"Ma'am, I may be seventy-one years old and practically a step away from death, but don't question me about the law. Now, good day."
Abridge slammed her phone down on it's hook and looked at her watch. It was quarter to eight, maybe a drop by at the Halliwell residence was order, she told herself and grabbed her keys and was on her way.
The tension in Halliwell Manor was as thick as the rain pouring outside. The six witches were in the living room, awaiting the completion of Sam's freezing potion. In a vial, in Wyatt's hand was the potion they would use to destroy Jekyll, once and for all.
"Finished." Sam said with a smile as he entered the living room. A vial of pink potion was in his hand.
"Let's do this." Chris said as the six surrounded each other and read the spell in Rose's hand. Upon saying the spell, a crash of thunder and a swarm of dark orbs, just like before. This time, no demons appeared, but only Jekyll. His black eyes swarmed at the sight of the witches. "Witches." he snarled as he conjured a fire ball and sent it at the group. Chris was the first to react by flicking his wrist in a swatting motion, sending the fire ball at the wall, where it flamed on impact.
Sam was next. He threw his arm out and the potion hit Jekyll right at the chest. He looked down at the small puff of pink smoke and smiled, "Better luck next time."
"Oh, too bad, that wasn't to vanquish you!" Sam yelled as he flicked both of this hands forward and Jekyll froze in place. "It worked. It actually worked!" Rachel exclaimed excitedly.
Chris and Rachel both circled the un-freezable frozen upper level demon. "Hurry throw the vanquishing potion!" Ali exclaimed as she was anticipating the freeze to wear off.
"Doesn't this seem a little too easy?" Rose pointed out.
"Now that you mention it." Sam said, who had his hands in the freezing position just in case.
"Let's just do this and hope it doesn't blow up in our faces." Chris said as he made eye contact with Wyatt. Wyatt nodded and tossed the potion at the demon. Jekyll unfroze and screamed in agony as bright orange flames surrounded his body. "It's not over!" he yelled as he exploded.
And he was right; it wasn't.
As he exploded it cause massive destruction. The red hot flames shot up towards the ceiling and towards the witches. The six screamed and yelled as the flames caused them to fly in many different directions. Wyatt was thrown threw the air where he hit the grandfather clock, shattering it. It's glace and metal falling on top of the blonde witch.
Rose was propelled backwards over the den couch and landed on the coffee table, it busting under her weight and the gravity of the fall. Blood oozed from a gash on her forehead.
Ali, who screamed the loudest, was projected the farthest of the six. Her being closer to the demon sent her flying through the den, over Rose and finally landing in the solarium, right after smashing through the closed doors to the solarium. The colored glass and oak wood fell around and on top of her.
Sam was projected into the dining room where he landed on the table, it too buckled under his weight. Blood oozed from the back of his head, as his right fell limp beside him.
Chris was thrown backwards and up into the railing of the stairs, which smashed behind him. He then continued to roll down the stairs until he landed on the landing, in a wood covered, bloody heap.
Rachel too was projected backwards where she hit the wall, an indentation was left in absence, and she too fell next to Chris. Plaster, paint and blood on her clothing.
The flames retreated leaving behind a large scorch mark and smaller flames sitting in the middle. Jekyll was vanquished.
Outside the Manor, Inspector Cassie Abridge heard the explosion and ran into the house, her gun drawn and was shocked by her surroundings. The foyer held a flaming scorch mark, and in a circle around the mark lay six unconscious Halliwells. She quickly reached for her phone and dialed 911. "This is Inspector Abridge. I need medical assistance at 1329 Prescott Street. 1-3-2-9 Prescott Street. Hurry!" she spoke into the phone and she closed it and pushed it into her pocket. She walked through the house and went over to the one person she recognized. Chris. She ran to him and placed her index and middle fingers over his carotid pulse, and found a faint one. Blood trickled under his brown hair and a bruise was forming on his face. She looked over and saw the stairwell and saw the area of the railing where Chris was thrown and her hand quickly went to her mouth, and she continued to check for the pulses in the other witches.
"What the hell happened here?" she said to herself as she finally made it to Ali Her body lay mangled and bloody. Glass was embedded in her back and chest, and as she placed her fingers over the neck. It hit her. Allison Montana was severely injured.
Allison Montana was the first casualty.
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