Leo watched as the arrow flew from the crossbow. He knew from that distance that he would not escapes its path, and he wondered if this time he would be as lucky as he had once before. But as he waited for the pain to come, it never did. But the scream of pain that he heard, sent a chill through the attic and entered his thoughts as he watched the arrow embed in one of his charges.
Prue looked up in horror as she saw the arrow embed itself into her sister.
Leo quickly ran towards Phoebe and Piper and reached for the arrow without even thinking.
"Leo NO!" Prue yelled, as she pulled herself shakily from the floor and made her way as fast as she could to her fallen sisters. There was so much blood that she couldn't even tell who was hurt.
"Prue." Leo started to say.
"You can't touch it Leo, the poison." She said as she gently turned her sister to her side.
Pain was all she knew as it raced through her like a train. She looked up and locked eyes with her sister and could see all her love and worry inside them. Looking up at Prue she saw her mouth move, but everything seemed to slow right down as her sister spoke. It was if someone had slowed down the tape of what she was saying. She screamed out as Prue gently moved her on her side. And screamed even louder as she felt the arrow move through her body and exit out the back.
"Leo heal her!" Prue yelled after she had managed to get the arrow out of her sister.
"I can't," he said as he held his hands over her.
"What do you mean you can't? HEAL HER!"
"Prue. I can't." Leo said sympathaically as she looked up.
"What the hell happened up here?"
"Darryl? What are you?" Prue looked up at thier firend and realized why Leo couldnt helpher sister.
"Never mind that." Darryl shot back as he grabbed his cell phone and dialed. "This is Inspector Morris, I need an ambulance to 1329 Prescott St. right away." He ordered into his cell before closing it. "Prue what happen?" He asked as Prue sat there holding pressure to her sisters' wound.
"Don't you die on me you hear me? Don't you dare die on me." she wasn't listening to Darryl, she was focused on her sister.
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Everything was lost to them, as the paramedics tried to stabilize her, moved her quickly to the gurney, down the stairs and to the waiting ambulance.
Prue held on to the one sister she still had. It could have been her; It would have hurt just as much if it had, but at least she still had one of them to hang on to. But she needed to be strong. To be strong for her sister
"Prue we."
"I know. Come on." Prue agreed as she led her sister down the stairs and into the back of the ambulance.
As soon as he realized that he had failed his attempt, he disappeared in a purple dust before they could have the chance to vanquish him.
"You failed!" the voice bellowed
"I know. But you must let me try again."
"NO. They are weak now. The witch may be powerful but she is still a mortal. She will die soon enough. And even if she doesn't, she will be to weak to help her sisters."
"So."
"So, you may have missed the Whitelighter, but you have hurt them just the same."
"Do you want me to try again?"
"No. What you did may prove more useful then we had thought killing him." He laughed as he thought of what he knew would happen soon.
Prue watched helpless as the paramedics worked on her sister. Her guilt was about to consume her, as she couldn't even look at her other sister.
"Step on it Ken. We're gonna lose her!"
The words sliced through her heart as the paramedic yelled at the driver. Why her? Why wasn't it me? Her tears rain freely as the medic fought to save her sisters life. She had looked over once at Prue and could see the raw emotions on the face, as if she was willing her sister to hang on.
Feeling the ambulance slow down she waited impatiently for the doctors to open the door and for them to take her away to save her.
Prues world slowed down with the vehicle. She heard the doors open and the distance sound of voices speaking in what seemed like code. She continued to watch as they wheeled the gurney as fast as they could down the hall and through the doors to the ER. With each step they took she held her sisters hand knowing the other sister was just across from her, holding the other one. She took one quick glance up, though her younger sisters' face was void of emotions. The emotions that Prue was hoping to see were not those of fear for the sister on the gurney, but the anger towards her for causing what had happened.
"How long do we wait?"
"It won't be long she may not be a whitelighter, but the poison will have the desired effect to her witches blood as well."
"But will it be enough?" he looked across the table at his fellow Darklighter's
There was silence before anyone pieced together his thoughts.
"You aren't suggesting?"
"Why not? What better way to release them, then through the soul of a Charmed One."
"It could be dangerous for all involved. And they could be lost forever."
"Or we could triumph and be the heroes of the underworld. Much more then just pawns to kill Whitelighters."
Silence once again filled the darkened room as each brother thought and weighed the consequences.
"She is as good as dead anyway. Why not take the risk? The power of three will cease to exist."
"Then we must act quickly. In case her whitelighter interferes."
"Let it be done then." He finished as he crushed his hands together and recited.
"Spirits between Life and Death. Spirits of a vengeful past.
Let the ancestors of your demise, feel the wrath of your revenge.
Take their souls as they once took yours. Trapped forever in your dark place."
He finished the chant as the wind swirled around them. The screeching sounds of the afterlife enveloped them as the few lights they had dimmed and them flickered out. Then nothing. Just the sound of silence. Leaving them all to wonder if they had succeeded or not.
Prue felt someone hold her back as she kept up beside the gurney as it raced down the hall. She instinctively wrapped her arms around her other sister. Bring them if only for a small bit of comfort. She felt the hot tears of her sister on her shoulder as she let everything she had being holding in out.
"I'm sorry you can't go in there. We will do everything we can." The nurse said calmly, though her heart went out to the two women standing before her.
She didn't feel anything as Prue held her in her arms. She was fighting her own battle inside. She wanted to pull away from Prue. Seeing the image of that arrow flying straight at them. But she wanted Prue to be there for her. To tell her everything was going to be alright. She wanted her sisters love.
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"Get her stable!"
"Her rhythm is all over the place."
"Paddles. Charging. Clearing."
The sound of the electrical currents charging through was all that was heard.
"Again."
He stepped out of the ER and knew immediately who her family was. One covered in blood and both with tear stained faces. He looked at both of them as they stood up and faced him.
"I'm sorry. We did everything we could. There was just too much blood loss."
Prue looked at him in disbelief. "No. No. She can't. No you're lying."
"I wish I was. You can have a few moments if you like." He didn't know what else to say. He looked past her to the other sister. Her face pale and drawn as she felt for the wall behind her.
Prue froze in her own shock as her sisters' cry was heard throughout the hospital. A piercing cry of a loved one lost.
"No. NO! PIIIIIIIPEERRRRRR!!!!!!" Phoebe cried out, as the world as she knew it spun out of control and she slide down the wall in a heap on the floor.