"Wait..Piper, we can't. It's not ready. We've got to wait for the speech..." Said Pratt.
"Speech?" Piper asked, "What speech?"
"Well," Pratt said, "I was supposed to be giving a speech on the dangers that demons are in the world..as bad as witches only, that witches kill demons, and that they're really good. Then, to prove it, the clones me and Prue obtained, the ones she told you about, were supposed to attack me and you three were supposed to save me. But, now that Prue's dead...We can still do it. It'll just have to be you two. I guess I can speed it up and do the speech today." Pratt picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Yeah," he said into the receiver, "Pratt. I want to do the speech today. Get the press. All the witch-hunters. Everyone."
An hour later, Pratt stood on a podium, Piper and Paige just a little ways a way, hidden by the crowd. They watched intently, waiting for the signal.
"I have made a mistake. Have been making it for a while," Pratt began, "I've always thought that witches were the greatest evil in the world. But, I was wrong. Demons. Real demons. They attack mortals like all of you today. Like me. They kill us...and witches." The clones shimmered in behind him. He jumped away.
"These are demons!" Paige and Piper orbed up to the stage. The crowd gasped and backed up, some screamed.
"Don't worry," said Piper, "We're witches. We kill demons. We'll save Pratt." Piper blew up one of the clones as the crowd ran away. One of the clones threw a fireball at Paige and she orbed it back, vanquishing him. They turned around as Pratt waved his hand and the crowd froze in their tracks, their eyes glowing. An image of Piper blowing Pratt up appeared over their heads, it split into pieces and went into their minds, a memory.
"What did you do," asked Piper, "What happened?"
"Well, witch," Pratt said, "I'm not really like you. I'm not a witch. I'm a demon. I've planted a fake memory of you killing me. Then, the demons killing you. My successor will give a speech that I was wrong, yet again. That demons are good...as it will be me, shape shifted."
"You killed Prue?" Asked Piper.
"Yes. I did." said Pratt, "As well as keep you here with my magic so I could kill you. The infamous 'Charmed Ones'....I just wasn't counting on her." Pratt threw a fireball at Paige, killing her. "You next," he said, throwing another fireball at Piper. She exploded, leaving a pile of dust behind.