Chapter Six: Fighting Stance
She looked down the path Brooks had said led to the fishing lake. The man was still alive on purpose. Since she had taken in the power, she had to fight the immense force in her, trying to keep control over it. Killing the man would be as weak as surrendering herself to the Source in her.
She would kill the witches like planned, in order to protect her sister and get her back. No, the Charmed Ones must be dealt with for revenge and for power, to rule over the World. NO! For Billie. For power. For –
In order to battle the urge to run down to the lake and see by herself that the old Hosea guy was there, she brushed off the thoughts and reminded herself of the fight, back there.
The fight on the mountain top. She was floating above the shattered roof of the white sanctuary. On the snow, in a half-circle, the five women stood hand in hand. She spotted Billie almost instantly, her blonde hair whipping all around her.
Christy descended before the witches and they stared at one another for a moment before the new Source held out her hand invitingly towards her baby sister and spoke, "I want you, Billie."
Shattered glass. Gasp.
Christy jerked around and dashed up to the front door that blew up into millions of particles as her eyes flashed black and she marched in.
Not quite the witch I expected to see, but it'll do. That one first, though, Christy thought, holding a hand out to the Hosea man.
Phoebe shouted, "Watch out!" jumping forward towards him but Christy waved at her with the same hand she had just used to send the fireball and the Charmed One flew back into the shelf behind her. Phoebe landed on the floor as the shelf fell over her, knocking her out.
Amos stared at the fireball almost like daring it. As the contact drew imminent, he tucked a hand in his shirt and held out a pendant clenched in his tight fist. "Protect yer servant."