Piper is what the picture is of, what she looks like at the moment

We all huddle downstairs, "Spirit boards, books of witchcraft, figured freaky stuff would happen when Phoebe started collage" I glare at her, "Hey, I wasn't the one who found the spirit board" I give a Sharpe glance at Piper, "yeah but she wasn't the one who had her fingers sliding around the board!" oh, of coarse blaming me, what else, "it doesn't matter, nothing happened when you read the incantation, right?" Piper asks with a worried look."My head spun around and I vomited split pea soup, how should I know" I make my way through the darkness and sit on the Sofa and curl up against the arm of it."Well everything looks the same" Paige states, finally saying something, she sits next to me."Your right" I agree looking at the oldest, glad she wasn't overreacting.
"But the house still needs work" Prue mutters sitting on the arm of the chair Paige's side, "yeah alright Mary Poppins, we don't need to be cleaning twenty four seven" I snap, Prue huffs, "I do not, that's Piper, and if some of you cleaned up a little more ahem Phoebe! we wouldn't have to clean so much!" I scoff and roll my eyes, "typical Prue, blaming it on me" Prue lets out a sarcastic laugh."Guys, stop fighting, we got bigger issue's like sleep" Paige intervenes in Prue and I's fight, "everything feels the same, so nothings changed" Piper cuts back to our earlier conversation, "well, i'm going to bed" I say with a fake yawn added, "watch out for other witches" Prue teases with a smug look.I ignore her comment and kiss Pipers cheek and I kiss Paige's forehead, "night Squirt" I walk to the Attic.

I sit out on the front steps, having to just wake up I yawn, lucky it was Saturday and I don't have any classes today, the morning light shines and my eyes and I smile.I then hear the front door shut and a mug is put in my face and I smell the rich coffee aroma, "you're up early" she comments sitting next to me, I nod, "I never went to sleep" she smirks, "don't tell me you put on a black conical Hat and flew around the neighborhood on a broomstick all night did you?".I lick my lips and give her a look, "the only Broom ive had was kept next to a Mop in the closet" Piper chuckles "yeah well we've got plenty if you need a spare" I laugh dryly.
"So what were you doing?" she questions curiously, facts about our herratige pop into my mind, "reading, Paige or Prue around?" Piper shakes her head, "Paige is at work and Prue is too, reading aloud?" I groan and giggle, of coarse she had to say that.
" to the Book of shadows one of our ancestors was a witch named Melinda warren" I inform my not so convinced older sister.
"And we have a cousins who's a drunk, an aunt who's a manic and a father who's invisible" she stands up and I get up too, she is going to work for a chef interview.I sip my coffee and start to explain, "I'm serious, she practiced powers,four powers,she could move objects with her mind, see the future,stopping time and having a red energy blast from her hands, before Melinda was burned at the stake she vowed that each generation of warren witches grow stronger and stronger culminating the arrival of three sisters" we walk to Piper's car and she raises her eye brow but I continue "now, these sisters would become the most powerful witches the worlds ever known , they're good witches and I think we're those sisters",Piper sighs and stops in front of me, by now we are just next to the car door and saying out loud our new found secret sounds so much cooler yet so much more crazy."Look, I know what happened last night was weird and unexplainable,but we're not witches, we do not have special ,grams wasn't a witch as far as we know and neither was mum" She plants a wet kiss on my cheek "so take that Nancy drew" she opens her car door and shuts the door, and gives me a cheeky look, "we're the protectors of the innocent,we're known as the Charmed ones!" I say in a sing like tone and she drives off leaving me in a little laugh.
-Andy-
The victim who was viciously murdered last night lays out on a stretcher, a crisp white thin blanket lays over her body, there is a crowd around me, all captivated in the new murders that was very similar too the string of murders that were happening all around the partner Darryl and I are inside the Victims apartment, I lift up the blanket and look at her tattoo on her neck,its of a full circle of three interlocking arcs inside."Its the same tattoo as the other two victims had" I claim with an annoyed sigh
"So the murderer is killing Occult's'?" Darryl says, looking suspicious.
"No, the murderer is on a witch hunt" I reply.
"oh, yeah, he's five to eight years old and he lives in Salem,look around Trudeau,Pentagrams,altars, offerings,all the tools of a freak quest" Darryl says harshly, looking at me a serious look in his brown eyes.
I shake my head and we start to walk out of the apartment, "they call them Sabbath's, which is hardley a freak show,she was a solitary practitioner,she practiced her craft alone" I give him back a Sharpe look.
"mmm" I shake my head at my disbelieving partner,"let me ask you something Morris, do you believe in U.F.O's?" he gives me a look.
"Hell no"
"neither do I,but do you believe that there are people out there who do believe in U.F.O's?" I ask the man.
"Yes, but I think they're crazy" I chuckle slightly,"Yes, so why can't you believe that there are people out there who think there are such thing as witches?", he shakes his head.
"Look, all I know is that if you keep on mentioning witches, i'm going to start questioning you" sudden;y a cat with smoky white fur jumps on the bench meowing.I pat her soft fur, she purrs and arches her back under my touch."I'd stay away from that Cat trudeau,its been clawing the crap out of everybody, see you at the car" she looks at turns and looks at me for a moment, I look at the Cats collar and see the tag has the same symbol as the witch had tattooed on her neck.

-Paige-
I walk through the park, it is my break time from work, I have a salad roll in one hand why I enjoy the glorious San Francisco sun, I soak it up with a happy smile plastered to my face and I sigh.
I walk under a shady tree and just as I take a bite of my roll a greasy hand grabs my shoulder, I gasp and see a feral looking young man with scrunched up brown hair and a gross beard growing on his face and he smells vile, he has scruffy clothes on too.I try to get away from his hold but he tightens his hold and I feel a cold thing at my stomach and I freeze, oh no."Give me all your money lady and i'll leave" my heart beats faster, no, this guy can't just hold a gun to me and expect me to give him my life's earnings!.
I rip away and I stand across from him and he glares and holds the gun out in front of him, I see the bullet barrel and I gulp, just as he holds his fingers to the trigger I panic and shoot my hands out in front of me, two bright blue and white sparkly glowing rays shoot from my bare hands and hit the thug, sending him into the tree and he knocks out, though the blue rays don't leave a mark.
My hands shake and I quickly bolt, what the hell just happened!.

-Prue-

I walk past the shelves of precious artifacts behind my ex fiance Roger, I have a unhappy expression on, he is being an asshole."Theres been a change of plans" I stop dead in my tracks and he turns around "change of plans regarding the beals expedition?" I ask my boss, harshly.
"The extra money you help raise through private donations has sparked significant corporate interest,the beals artifacts will now be part of our permanent collection" he has that stupid wicked smirk under his mustache, "well, that's terrific!" I cheer, lacking enthusiasm.
"which is why the board wants someone a little more qualified to handle it from now on, you look surprised?" I shake my head in disbelief and anger."I don't know why, i'm furious,not only have I been on this project since its inception but i'm the curator who secured the entire exhibition, you're the person a little more qualified aren't you?" I snap, my anger rising, he shrugs carelessly "I could hardly say no to the board of directors could I?,but I know you'll be happy for me,after all, whats good for me is definitely good for you right miss haliwell?" my anger boils over and suddenly I can't handle his face or voice anymore.
"miss haliwell? since when did we stop being on a first name basis? when we stopped sleeping together or when I returned the ring Roger?" my voice as Sharpe as a blade.
A scowl spreads across his skinny head,"I didn't realize the two exclusive,although I certainly enjoyed one better than the other" mu jaw drops at his remark "Bastard!" I snap and step on my hell and turn around to leave."Prue wait!" Roger calls after me and I stop."I feel like I should say something if only to avoid a lawsuit" my anger bursts and suddenly a big purple patch of ink from rogers pen this is tucked in his pocket starts to quickly form, I grin and he takes it out to have a look and the ink squirts all over his dumbfounded face and "oh, and by the way, I quit!" I snap and walk off, pleased with my actions.

-Piper-
I'm pouring the port that my sweet boy friend Jeremy bought me into a measuring cylinder, this will surely give the finishing touches of my audition meal a bang i'm praying as i'm putting it into a baster chef Moore enters, I stop, no!, no my life is over.
in his thick french accent he says "you're time is up, lets see" he picks up the index and reads out: "roast pork with grattin of fennel and Penne with port giblet sauce!"
"Chef Moore.." I say, he looks at me, oblivious,"what?"
"uh..the port" he smiles maliciously, "yes, without the sauce its nothing a salty marinara,a recipe from a woman's magazine, puh!" he says in disgust, yes, I agree, I need the sauce on it!."I didn't have time for.." I start to say but he cuts me off with an "ah-ah!" I jump slightly "but-but.." he picks up a fork full of my recipe and raises it to his mouth and I gasp, "chef Moore!" I gasp and throw m hands up in protest and suddenly he stops completely, fills me, "chef Moore?" I say but he stays in that position, I wave a hand in front of his face, "ugh, chef Moore?" then the whole Phoebe thing with the witches pops up, oh what the heck! I grab the baster and dribble the giblet sauce over the fork and as I pull it away chef Moore moves and shoves the thing into his mouth.
"mm, this is c'est magnifique!" I almost faint.

-Phoebe-

I ride my bike down the road, the sun beats down on me and I hum quietly, I see two boys on roller-blades riding to the middle of the road and suddenly my eye's are forced closed and a scene starts to play in my head like a movie.
The roller bladers are riding right in front of a car and it hits one!.

I gasp and feel a wave of dizziness, what the hell.I then see the same car from that vision thing, I also see the boys, "oh no!" I gasp and pedal faster, shouting at them, the roller bladders and the car are about to collide with each other like in the vision. I skid in between them and it sends them in opposite directions but it leads me to fall of my bike and roll onto the pavement, feeling my arm getting a shooting pain through and I cry out in pain as the boys huddle around me.

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