Paige had just finshed up with the spell to change Cole back.

"Alright, I'm done." she said

Piper and Phoebe came and took a look.

"Ok. I guess this is goodbye." said Phoebe.

"Only for now." he replied with a smile.

She smiled and then read the spell with her sisters.

"Safe is he,
By the power of three, Remove this protection,
So let it be"

Cole grew to normal size.

"I...Piper...Paige..." he said, realizing that he was in a room with two women who would probably love to use him for target practice.

"We aren't going to kill you, but we need to talk to you." said Paige. "When did you become evil?"

"At seventeen."

"But why? You seemed so sure that you where good."

"They...they did things to me to make me give up hope."

"Like what?" asked Paige

"Like things I'd rather not rememeber...ever."

"Fine." she grabbed a notebook and scribbled down a spell. "I'll find out my self. And it's not personal gain, because if we don't know it may leave us unprepared and put innocents at risk." she looked to her sisters. "Coming?"

"I guess." said both sisters.

Cole sighed.
"Alright, but don't blame me if your therapists bill is 2000 dollars a session."

"We don't have a therapist."

"You'll need one."

"Alright, it's done." said Paige. She showed the spell oto her sisters.

"Show us memories of this man, Nightmares of reality, From times long past."

They found themselves in deep darkness.

WARNING: Do not read if blood or anything like that gets you upset. If you watch horror movies, you'll probably be fine reading this chapt. but some people throw up when they see or hear about blood.

As their eyes slowly ajusted to the dark, they saw a Cole at about 16. He was lying in a small metal cage, a tortured look in his eyes. A tall woman with jet black hair and blue-gray eyes stood by him.

"Get out!" she spat

"Mom, please!" cried Cole

"I said do it! Pull the bars of the cage off. I don't care if it hurts, if you don't do it, I'll show you real pain."

Cole gulped and pulled at the bars, but as soon as he touched them, they electricuted him. He let go quickly. Alot of the flesh on his palm was falling off, and blood was dripping from them.

The three sisters gasped, frozen to the spot by horror.

"Do it and don't let go next time!"

Cole hesitated, and his mother threw a fireball at him through the bars of the cage. It hit him in the chest and he fell to the floor of the cage. Blood quickly soaked his shirt.

"Get up and do what I said! And no games. You and I both know the only way to pull it off it to morph."

He pulled himself up, tears dripping from his eyes. "Mom..."

"Do it!"

He morphed into Belthzor, then tried pulling at the bars. They took a few seconds to break, and by the time they did all of the flesh on his hands had fallen off.

"Now get out and follow me."

He got out and limped after her. Blood was soaking his jeans.

Phoebe wondered what had happened to his legs.

Cole's mother drew a circle on the floor, and then set the area on fire.

"Alright. Go in."

"What?"

"Walk in to the fire!"

He hesitated, so she pushed him in. His screams echoed in the room.

His mother just laughed.

"Get used to it, Belthazor, cause you'll be doing that every day from now on. None of my sons are going to be a wimp."

Her laughter seemed further and further away from the three sisters, and soon they where standing back in the attic.