Prue was fascinated with the story Piper and Jenna told them. The world they came from, it had two sets of Winchesters. The originals, they never met. But they stayed at their home in Lebanon Kansas, while they were recovering from a nasty flu. Thank god they were picked up by their "fancy" counterparts HC Sam and HC Dean.
Those guys were in the general area looking for their father, when they picked up Jenna and Piper. Paige asked them why they didn't call for a whitelighter, they said they weren't sure they even existed in that world. Piper was afraid God might catch them. They were in the middle of the wilderness when they crossed over. Unfortunately it was in the middle of winter in Kansas. They would have froze to death if Sam and Dean weren't driving by. They picked them up, but then they got sick with a flu. Panicking, Dean drove to the nearest place, The Men of Letters safehouse.
Both women passed out and neither recalled what happened next. They met Charlie. But not that world's Charlie, but another world's. It was confusing. They didn't understand it themselves. Anyway, she saved Piper's life. Her fever was a reported 107 degrees. Hearing that her sisters gasped. That would have killed her for sure. They hugged Piper again, including Jenna, with Piper protesting she was okay. Phoebe said she was so close to being lost forever. Piper acted annoyed, but she was happy to see her family again. Jenna was glad that not that much time had passed, although she was mystified about the time difference. Which would explain how her hair turned blond to black.
Victor was coming over, Piper wanted to see him. The days they had. They hunted, saved a woman from a vengeful spirit, and made new friends. Unfortunately, they couldn't find Sam and Dean. They were still lost. Jenna said she wanted to go home to see her family, so Paige flew her home. Angels be damned. Since Piper was safe, Prue said she had to fly to New York to solve the mystery of the murder of her friend Tamera. The hunter, known only as Olivia said she had a lead. She was working as a lieutenant at the NYPD. She worked as a cop to solve unsolvable crimes. It was risky, her work had to be done in secret. She and her partner, Lieutenant Bruce Jackman helped cover up her hunts. Her sisters weren't happy to hear about Prue leaving but they knew how important it was for Prue to solve this case. She told her sisters goodbye and jumped on the plane, not even glamouring. So far her fame was fading, no one barely looked at the manor anymore.
Prue sighed as she settled in first class. She was on a budget, but fuck it. After the stressful week she had, she could use a little R and R. She had a seatmate, a woman she used to work with. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Bela Talbot. She nodded to Bela and put on her headphones. She was going to listen to classical music all the way to New York.
They were done taxiing and were already in the air. The pilot's voice droned over the loudspeaker.
"Good afternoon, it it 2:17 pm, San Francisco time, we are on a nonstop flight to New York City. We will be arriving about 10:35 pm, New York time. The skies are beautiful and sunny, and in New York it will be a clear night sky. This is pilot David Jeremy. Thank you for flying United Britannia Airlines, have a pleasant flight."
Prue thanked the stewardess for the coffee. She wanted to take a nap, but not until she figured out what to do when she got to New York. If it wasn't for her, Tamera would still be alive. She was killed by a demon. She wasn't the intended target, Prue was. Souls were important to demons, plus angels to her surprise. They traded them like currency. Wonder how much she's worth. Probably a lot. Paige to save a innocent almost sold her soul to a soul trader demon. They were similar to crossroads demons, ten years, plus hellhounds. However, unlike crossroads demons, soul trades bid to the highest bidder. Crossroad Deals were sent to Hell. Paige was worth a huge fortune. Luckily she was saved, but the souls she tried to rescue were already marked for Hell. Paige was incredibly lucky. She managed to keep her soul unmarked. She fell into a deep depression about being unable to save her boss's soul. Gadreel said Heaven won't accept anyone already marked for Hell. Richard Henderson was a good man that made bad choices. So were many of those people that made deals. But Prue and her sisters told Paige, that it was an individual's choice.
Prue wondered if Tamera was upstairs. She hoped so, but she wasn't sure. Demons occasionally took souls before reapers. Same with angels. Thinking about it, she wasn't sure if either side was good. Even Heaven was corrupted with greed. She already talked to Olivia on the phone. Olivia said there were some mysterious deaths. She was investigating murders of innocent women. Everyone was burned alive. Tied to a stake, just like the Salem Witch Trails. Prue wondered if they were witches. Even today, there was witch hunts. It was done underground not by demons, but by humans. Dean was right. Humans can be more twisted than any demonic creature. She rarely used her magic in public. That is how Phoebe burned in the alternate future.
She was worried about her future. Everyone's future. Phoebe was the one with the visions, but as the latest sibling, she had a maternal instinct about her sisters. There was a chance that they would die. Prue would gladly bite the bullet to save her sisters. Plus any nieces or nephews. She smiled ruefully. Sam was alive. She knew it. She would never admit it, she dreamed about Piper's and Sam's children. Same with Phoebe's, and Paige's. She didn't see hers, unfortunately. She wondered of she could have kids. Obviously not with Gadreel, he was a angel. Nephilms were forbidden. If they continue their relationship, maybe she can adopt. After this war ends, there will be orphaned children. Feeling sleepy, she closed her eyes.
Darkness. Nothing but darkness. Where is everyone?
"Phoebe? Piper? Paige? Where are you? She called. Helloooo?!"
Nothing. Her eyes struggled to see in the dark. Where is everyone? She was at Bucklands. Her old office. She recognized it. But the walls. The side facing the city was torn. Huh? Did a bomb go off? Prue went to the hallway. The lights were off. But the once pristine hallway was full of holes and garbage. It was cold in here too. Prue shivered. The elevators were down. She walked to the hallway window. The city. It was destroyed. What happened here?
Prue was walking down the street. She needed to go home. Her sisters may need her. She found a car. No way was she walking with platform heels. That is the last time she takes Paige's advice. She did not dare call to anyone. It was too risky. After finding some duds, she found one with keys. Weird. But whatever. Driving down the street, she was dismayed to see ruined buildings. Everything was gone. She turned on the radio. Nothing but static.
"That can't be good."
It took her awhile to get there, the bridge across was full of empty cars. Prue was getting scared. She had a dreadful feeling. As she turned towards her neighbourhood, she felt terrified. She slammed on her breaks. The manor, it was gone.
"No. Piper! Phoebe! Paige!" She cried out. As she drove closer, she saw remnants of a massive explosion. The staircase, or what's left of it, was the only thing standing. Prue wanted to cry. Her sisters. They were gone.
Prue was startled awake when she heard the stewardess' voice.
"Miss, miss? Your dinner is ready."
Huh? Thank god. It was just a dream. She allowed the attendant to serve her dinner.
"Thank you." She wasn't hungry, but she needed to distract herself. That wasn't the first time she had that dream. But it was the first time she made it to the manor. Phoebe was the one with the premonitions, but Prue had a feeling she was seeing their future. Every dream was the same. She woke up alone. This world. It was going to die.
She made it to her hotel later that night and tried to sleep. She couldn't. There was something evil coming, and it wasn't God.
Bobby and Eleanor were laying in each other's arms. They spent the whole day together, just enjoying each other's company. Bobby didn't care about what she was, she was a good woman. He vowed to protect her, even though she could kill him with a broken pinky, tied behind her back. Eleanor turned around and smiled.
"Why do you keep coming back? I told you I can take care of myself."
"I am a gentleman. I protect those I care about."
She chuckled. "Bobby, don't be a fool. You did your job, let me do mine."
She went to kiss him, when she heard a familiar language. Enochian. The angels. They found her. Shit! Bobby. She needed to get rid of him. She called Paige.
"Paige! Paige!"
Paige warps in. "What is it?"
"Take Bobby and go! Now!"
Bobby looked angry. "Now wait a minute."
What Eleanor saw. She screamed for Paige to take Bobby away. No way can any of them fight.
Paige grabs Bobby and warps him away. Eleanor could do nothing but be afraid. She can defend herself, but not from angels. She hoped they ended it quickly.
Bobby was angry at the young whitelighter.
"Why did you take me away for? Kid, I can outfight you! Take me back to Eleanor! Now!" He was dressed in nothing but a sheet to Paige's embarrassment. But at the moment didn't care. Eleanor tried warning him to kill her. Now it is too late. Her blood, her fighting spirit. It would be extinguished. She warned him her blood was one of the keys. Now it was too late. He yelled at Paige to leave.
Eleanor warned him. What was on the other side. Purgatory. Where every evil thing ends up. If that door opens, every evil creature Bobby and every hunter killed would return. Dammit! He refused to kill her. He swore to protect her. But angels, they can kill him without touching him. He got dressed and called every hunter he knew to be prepare. A war was coming.
Ellen got off the phone with the other hunters. What Bobby said. It sounded insane. That young whitelighter tried coming back to retrieve his lover, but the angels blocked her. If Bobby said was true, than her training as a Valkyrie was going to be needed.
It was just after The Roadhouse burned down. Ash, and many of her hunter friends were dead. Everyone was slaughtered by demons. Then they burned her beloved bar down. Thank god her daughter Jo was out. Usually she was overprotective of Jo, but she allowed Jo to meet her guy friend that she was seeing.
Jo was at the supermarket buying pretzels when she saw the firetrucks. She didn't think much of it, not until she was on her way back. She didn't scream. But seeing that bar in flames, she hoped it was empty. But it was unlikely. The bar was packed with hunters. She was serving beers when she realized she ran out of pretzels. She asked Ash to keep an eye. She was gone for twenty minutes. She felt awful that she couldn't believe her dumb luck.
After her interview with the police and Fire Marshall she was in a daze. She called Jo to make sure she was alright. Good thing she had her safehouses. Every smart hunter had some. She didn't know it at the time, but that guy Jo was seeing was a Men of Letters agent. A British citizen named Renny Rawlings.
Ellen never met him, but remembered how excited Jo was. She said that guy really liked her. Thought she was smart and funny. Jo was over the moon. Ellen was glad for her daughter, Jo was disappointed that Dean was never around, but this new guy was 'sexy and smart.' Jo walked around in a cloudy, dreamy state.
Then that failed mission in Carthage. Ellen shuddered how close she came to losing her daughter. The hellhounds almost killed Jo. Thank god that guy came, Arthur Ketch. He blew a whistle to keep the hellhounds back, then he performed a spell on Jo to keep her from dying. Then he took her to the nearest hospital.
It was a touch and got situation. But Jo pulled through. Ketch told Ellen that they were under a huge debt. They said they were required to be agents of the Men of Letters. Ellen reluctantly agreed. No way she can cover Jo's hospital bills. When Jo got better, they were both taken away for extra training. Jo was a lot stronger after her "boot camp" was done.
Ellen was sent east. To the State of South Carolina, in a small town called Meggett. There Ellen was training in the Men of Letters eastern base. She worked there for four years, till the organization told her her debt was free and clear. They "honorably discharged" her, aka laid her off because, she was too rough around the edges. Ellen thought it was bull. They thought she was too old. They denied knowing Jo, but when Ellen pressed, they threatened to "fire" certain agents. Ellen shut up. "Fire" was a code word. Ellen knew not to push it, but she hoped Jo was okay.
She was working as a hunter, with her extra training as a former Men of Letters agent, she was good. Real good. She knew every secret there was about almost every monster. She even worked with other hunters, training them for new techniques. Then while hunting, one of her trainees died, a hunter named Richie Martin.
He was good friends with Dean Winchester, they knew each other as teens. He was killed by a demon. Ellen and him were hunting for a demon named Casey. She and her partner were working with Azazel, trying to free their master Lucifer. She discovered Richie's body with the demon gone and just about she was going to take his body away, she saw a portal opening. A woman wearing a warrior's outfit came out of the portal and raised up Richie's soul. She greeted Ellen, when she found a gun in her face.
"Greetings, I am known as Mist. I am second of command to Freyja. I come from the island of Valhalla. I am here to retrieve Richie Martin's soul."
"Like hell you will."
"I assure you I am not a demon or a monster. This man, he is a fine warrior, and will be trained to fight with many of our final warriors for the final battle."
Ellen didn't know what to think. She heard rumors of Valhalla. According to the Men of Letters, they spent decades looking for Valhalla, but never been able to find it. Not even with their technology, satellites, boats or submarines. It was declared a urban legend. According to their research, those race of all women warriors were training fallen warriors for the final fight. The women's origins were unknown, but they were believed to be demi goddesses. Before Richie was taken away (with a huge smile), they expressed to Ellen that their work was needed to stay a secret. A war was coming. Their seers seen the future. It looked like The End was coming a lot sooner than anticipated. Ellen agreed. There was rumors that Lucifer was about to raise.
Ellen continued to be a hunter, having ran into the Valkyries a few times on her hunts. She assisted them to fight any Amazons, or any of their enemies. They stayed away from any hunts, saying they were not responsible for any small battles, but for the big war. When Jo was reunited with Ellen, she was interested to become a Valkyrie. She heard of them from the Halliwell sisters. When she asked Ellen, Ellen immediately said no. Jo protested that she was a adult now, close to thirty and was a seasoned Men of Letters former agent. Ellen never told her, that they wanted Ellen. They thought Ellen would be a good general. According to their seers, neither of them weren't meant to live. But fate interfered. They thought Ellen was talented enough to be a Valkyrie. Become immortal fighting for good. Ellen, she was seriously considering it. Many former female hunters over the centuries became Valkyries. Joan of Arc, Mulan, Artemisia, Boudicca, were a few of the most famous. They didn't die, but were taken away to Valhalla to train. Some witches were also Valkyries. Jo expressed an interest, but they thought Jo was too green. Ellen hoped not. She wanted Jo to retire. Get married, fall in love start a family. She had a chance to retire. She was young enough.
Prue woke up in a cold sweat. That nightmare. It was worse. Her neighbours, they were monsters. With her sisters dead, there was no one left to fight demons and monsters. Whatever happened, the monsters took over. She called Olivia.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Olivia Lowry?"
"Is this Prue Halliwell?"
"You were expecting me?"
"Yes. I just got a lead on your friend Tamera Davis' murder. It was definitely a demon attack."
"Were they after me?"
"Unfortunately, yes. We have a lead on who was really in charge, and it wasn't the assassin's boss. It was someone high up the chain."
"Lucifer."
"We don't believe so. Yeah, the Rising of the Witnesses was one thing. Thank goodness I was able to escape. My partner shot the ghost of the man wasn't able to save two years earlier. He gave me a charm to hide from vengeful spirits. Thankfully Bobby Singer cast that spell. He saved me from the ghost. Unfortunately, it was too late for the other hunters. We lost twenty of them.''
"I'm sorry to hear that.''
"Thank you. It may be a demon called Charon. She's a soul collector. She took some of the spirits of the Witnesses and used them to kill those hunters. It was Lilith that cast the spell, but it was Charon that collected those souls. Ms Halliwell, those souls are still in her possession. Vanquish the demon, put those souls to rest. Your friend may be in her possession."
"What about the witch burnings."
"We are still investigating. My partner believes it's a woman named Selena Asson. She's been shady, she known every victim that was burned. All three were at odds with Selena."
"That doesn't make her guilty."
"True. I admit the evidence is circumstantial, but I have nothing to go on. Is your sisters with you?"
"No. I came alone."
"Be careful. Where are you staying?"
"The Marriott Marquis, room 454."
"Okay. Stay there. I will meet you in an hour."
Prue hangs up the phone. She heard of Olivia. She became a hunter after her husband died. Prue wondered if that was the ghost of her husband, that tried to kill her. She decided to unpack. While unpacking, she heard a knock. She wasn't stupid, that could be a criminal. She had her cell ready to call 911 and a lamp to throw at the intruder's head.
"Who is it?"
"Lieutenant Jackman."
"Show me ID."
He shows her her badge. Still Prue didn't open the door.
"Come back in an hour. I'm resting."
He knocks again.
"Mis Halliwell, it's important that we talk.''
"One hour."
He opens his bag and takes out a stack of papers.
"Prue Halliwell, you have two sisters and a half sister named Paige Matthews. You are a witch, same with Piper and Phoebe. Paige is also one, except she is also a half whitelighter. Let me in, or the angels will be the last of your problems...Manny."
Prue swore. She reluctantly opened the door.
"Thank you. Sorry to barge in but I need your help."
Prue was getting angry at frustrated at the "evidence" Lieutenant Jackman was showing her. He had files of all four of the sisters, including any hunters they were close to, including Sam and Dean. He didn't care less about hunters, he said the serial killer of innocent women, Selena was the one he wanted. When Prue tried using her powers, the Lieutenant laughed and showed his anti magic badge. He said he obtained it from the long line of witch hunters. He promised to destroy the files, including any evidence of every hunter in the country. Prue frustratingly agreed. She didn't trust him, but she didn't have a choice. He thanked her and left his card. He made her promise not to tell his partner, Lieutenant Lowry about his plans. He said this case was very personal to him. After he left, Prue called her sisters. None of them were happy to hear it, they got a package in the mail, the exact time Prue was talking to Jackman.
None of them prayed to anyone, the angels had their own problems, but they called Charlie, Jenna and their witch and hunter contacts, warning them about Jackman. Jenna wasn't too worried, but she promised to lay low. The sisters said they will keep an eye out. If needed, Paige can orb.
When she heard the knock, she knew it was Olivia. She hid her files in a drawer and let her in.
Lieutenant Jackman nods at the doorman. For a long time he waited for this. Cleansing the world of witches. The three that he arrested, they were punished. But his job is getting harder. Ever since the angels came down they been using them as vessels. He figured that they would be good for them. He didn't care about angels, it was their business. But strangely enough he wasn't rewarded or praised for his work. Oh well. His two silent partners are busy "hunting" for their own cases. Gordon Walker is a silent killer, taking care of the "unclean." He specializes in vampires, but also kills werewolves, witches, demons and any other nasty creature. He is obsessed with finding the "Anti Christ." He already killed a couple of those special children years ago, but one got away. Sam Winchester. But Sam wasn't the special child. Gordon believed the child was already on this Earth. But he couldn't out who it was. But he narrowed it down to it being a white male, approximately twenty to twenty five years of age. The mystery surrounding his birth had to be around the Washington State area. Weird weather, power outages. If any man or woman rented a cabin or house that was hidden. When Gordon finds him, be will be executed.
The third hunter had no name. Jackman didn't know who it was. But rumors were he was a silent assassin. The best he ever seen. He killed four witches. He denied being a witch hunter, he only killed those witches by accident. He turned down being Jackman's partner. He said he worked alone. Jackman swore to get him on his side, right after he had Selena in custody.
"So innocent women are being hunted? And this Selena woman is the main suspect? I don't buy it."
"Neither do I. But my partner is convinced she is a killer."
"What about Charon?" As much as she felt bad for Olivia, the demon was more of a threat. Tamera was a innocent. Plus Prue was the intended target. Not to mention those dreams. If Charon isn't stopped, the world is burn before Creation is destroyed. Her sisters won't be around to stop the evil.
"Unfortunately, we were unable to find Charon. She is a high ranking demon that trades souls. Every soul she trades, she gets a power. Only a powerful witch can find her. Free those souls, her powers diminish. I recommend you partner with a hunter. Oh! She likes souls of good witches. Certain powerful witches have souls that are valuable to all demons. Rumor is, a high ranking witch is the most valued. Here." She hands Prue a necklace. "This will protect your soul from being traced. Good luck."
After she left. Prue just sat there. She was getting a migraine. Good thing she had aspirin. She decided to go for a walk. She had two things to worry about: a obsessed cop, and a demon. What else can go wrong. As she walked down the street, she wasn't comforted by seeing any familiar sights. She used to love the art galleries, but thinking about Tamera's death, soured that enthusiasm. Especially the MET. She still couldn't figure out how that demon followed her. She was glamoured.
Feeling her stomach growl, she decided to go for a walk. She knew a great food truck in Central Park. She walked there and ran into a old friend. Daryl. Seeing Prue, he grimaced. But gave a friendly wave. Guess he still blamed the Sisters for The Cleaners. Funny, they were never seen since. They all thought they would clean up what the angels did, but never interfered once. What were they anyways? Angels? Demi Gods? A Creation? No one knows.
"Hey Daryl. How's life in the Big Apple?" Prue asks politely.
"Fine Prue. How's things?"
"Just on a case."
"Really. Your fans still bothering you?" Darryl asks thinking of the angels and the assistance they claimed the sisters did. It was a mess. Even though Daryl didn't trust the sisters after the Cleaners did, he still cared about them.
"I think I'm a has-been now. My fifteen minutes are over. Thank god."
Daryl nods. He met a few angels, one wanted to use him as a vessel, but he turned him down. Angels may be Heavenly, but he wanted nothing to do with magic, good or not.
"So what now. Prue. I heard about your friend. My condolences."
"Thanks. That's why I came to New York. I'm on a case."
"Alone? Prue, are you sure that's a good idea? What about your sisters?"
"They are dealing a lot right now. I rather work alone. There is something going on at the moment and they are keeping an eye on things."
"Prue. I know i said I wanted nothing to do with you, but I also don't want you on your own. Here's my cell. Call me. Please." He whispered in her ear. "Lieutenant Jackman is following you. Prue. Watch out for that guy."
Prue nods. She waves goodbye to Darryl and stands in line for the food truck. After getting her food, she sits down on a bench. What a day. She needed to stop Charon, but also needed to do something about about Jackman. No way is he going to let Prue off the hook. What if another witch hunter was around? He would demand the sisters help. Just her luck Gadreel isn't around. He probably won't be back in her lifetime. A few decades is nothing to angels.
Prue sighs. When her cell rang, she knew immediately who it was. It was a blocked number.
"Hello Lieutenant." She says tiredly.
''Good. You have your priorities in order. I seen you talking to Morris. I don't give a shit if he helps you. The more the merrier. Time is running short. I managed to track down Selena in the Bronx area. I suggest you get Detective Morris to assist you. Selena is very slippery."
"If you know where she is, why can't you arrest her?"
"I'm on active duty at the moment. Maybe I suggest you get going?''
Prue hangs up. She walked up to Daryl and told him about the news. He nodded. Prue was the one he liked the most, she rarely asked him for anything.
The figure watching Prue put down their binoculars. She was the target. Not Selena.
The Bronx was a big place, Prue didn't know where to start. She went back to the hotel room to think. She called her sisters and sent them Selena's picture. She asked them to help track her down in the Bronx area. She had no personal effects on Selena, but it wasn't impossible to find anyone.
Daniela hurries home. She swore she felt someone following her. She was glad to move out of New York. That cop kept showing up to her home asking very personal questions. Plus her cousin that was found murdered. Her burnt body was found tied up to a stake. The coroner says she was alive when she was burned. Travels of ashes and burns were in her lungs. She wasn't the only one. There were six more. Two were also burnt alive, the other four were either shot, or had their throats slit.
Daniela couldn't move very far, but she lived outside of a small town in a run down cabin. She prayed for help, especially to the angels, she would gladly be an angel vessel, but no one was listening. She prayed for a miracle. Anyone. Even other hunters.
She was reading her fortune when the gas canister got thrown in. There was only one exit, and her would-be killer was on the other side. She started coughing violently. When her attacker walked in with a gas mask, she knew she was a dead woman. She passed out when he stuck a needle in her neck.
"Oh. Thanks guys. Yeah. I'll be careful. Yeah. You too." Prue hung up.
She called Daryl and asked him to meet her downstairs. She had no car. But he knew his way around the city, thanks to him being a cop. She left a message to Olivia since there was no answer. When she got Daryl's text, she went downstairs and got in his car.
"Prue. I tracked down Selena's position."
"So did I. She's in a random down apartment. In Hunts Point."
"Prue. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I don't have a choice. That guy has extensive files on us. He said he'll destroy them if I cooperate."
"I don't trust him.''
"Me neither."
"Well. You're not going alone. I want to put her in custody myself."
"She may not be a suspect."
"I know. But she'll be safer in jail then with Jackman. Prue. Be careful."
They drive down the streets of New York, on their way to retrieve Selena. It was already after ten. Even as a cop and a witch, this neighborhood was extremely dangerous, especially at night. Prue couldn't help but feel resentful that Jackman put her and Daryl in this position. But to save future witches and her sisters, she'll do anything to save them.
When they got there, Prue prayed to Gadreel and Michael. She was doubtful that either could hear her, the angels never bothered with humans anymore. Their prayers went on deaf ears. But she did call her sisters letting them know what's up. They made Prue promise to let them know if she needed them. Prue promised.
"Ready Daryl?"
He takes out his gun and arms it.
"No. As a cop, you know I don't have a warrant. I can lose my badge."
"I know. You can drive away, I can get Selena myself."
"Not gonna happen. Prue. You are a unarmed civilian walking in a trap. I'm coming with you."
After looking around to make sure the coast was clear they sneak in the building. They knew which apartment she was in, obviously they couldn't through her front door. Luckily there was a fire escape leading to her apartment. They both carefully open the hallway window where the fire escape was.
After carefully and quietly walking up the steps, they head to Selena's window. She wasn't alone. She had three armed bodyguards. Dammit.
"Daryl. They're armed. I don't know about Selena."
"I see that. What do you want to do."
Prue thinks. "OK. I'm going to disarm all of them. I may knock out every last one of them. Daryl, wait in the hallway and cuff Selena when she walks out."
"That is extremely dangerous. Prue, if she is a witch hunter, she may have anti magic symbols."
"Have any better ideas. I didn't think so. Hurry. You got two minutes."
After Daryl left, Prue takes out her cell and times it. Two minutes. She looked in the window and used her powers to unlock it. Then she opens it.
The lone gunman wonders how that window was opened. He checks it out. Prue's astral self than knocks him out with a lamp. When the other bodyguard comes running in, Prue used her powers to fling him across the room knocking him out cold. She saw Selena. She dived to the floor before she was shot. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, the real Prue was outside the door. She punched Selena as soon as she opened it. The last gunman was unconscious thanks to Daryl who grabbed him in a headlock when he ran out.
"Phew. Thanks Daryl."
"No problem." As he slaps the cuffs on Selena and all of the bodyguards.
"What are you going to tell your superiors?"
"That they were having unregistered guns. I checked their IDs. All three are banned from carrying firearms. I already called for backup. Prue. Take my car and go back to your hotel. Lieutenant Lowry will meet you there."
"What about Selena."
"I can't legally hold her on any charges at the moment, not without evidence. I can keep her in a cell overnight though. We can hold her till we can prove she killed all those women. Here. Take these." He hands her his car keys.
"Hurry."
"Thanks Daryl." As soon as she gets downstairs, she drove away, not realizing she was being followed.
She met Olivia downstairs and filled her in Prue's room.
"Good. I already called Daryl. Selena. I personally don't think she's guilty. But those bodyguards she hired. I wonder who's she running from."
"I don't know. It seems to risky to do all that without your input. I mean, he is your partner. Why wouldn't he fill in on all those murders? It makes no sense."
"Believe me Prue, I wish I knew. But like you, he has me on a stand still. He helps me hide my hunts. If it wasn't for him, many victims would be harmed. The monsters that I kill, they go under the mysterious cold case files."
"Is Jackman a hunter? Those witch hunters are human. Hunters don't kill humans. No matter what. Unless, it's self defense."
"He says he specializes in 'special hunts.' Whatever that means. He refuses to tell me what." She looks at her watch. "I gotta go. Daryl wants me to check out background files on this Selena woman. He says he has to work on another case."
"Okay. Good night."
"Good night."
Even though it was late, Prue called her sisters. They were worried about Prue and was glad she was safe. They filled her in what is going on. There was some demon attacks, nothing they couldn't handle, all were vanquished thanks to some local hunters known only as the Campbell Family. The head guy, named Christian said there was a demon that was searching for someone. But the demon was killed by his cousin, Gwen. Their leader, Samuel Campbell was apparently back from the dead. Hearing that, Prue was in disbelief. Hey brought back a dead old guy, but they couldn't bring her mom or her lost love Andy? Stupid angels. She thanked them for the effort and hung up. Yawning, she decided to go to bed. Hopefully she didn't have that dream again.
She woke up to her hotel phone ringing. Sleepily she answers it.
"Hello?"
"Prue. Did you talk to Jackman last night or this morning?"
"No. Daryl. What time is it?"
"9:39 am."
"Daryl. I was planning to sleep till eleven. I want to track down this demon. But not before a hot meal and a trip to the recently opened Sing Sing Museum in the old prison block. I already bought tickets to the grand opening." Prue had no idea why she wanted to go there, but why the hell not. She always loved history.
"Prue. Jackman took Selena."
Prue woke up. She dated Andy and sometimes he told her some of his prisoners he arrested to be transferred.
"Maybe he had to transfer her to the women's prison."
"Prue. Only with a trail. Plus a warrant. The first case isn't supposed to start till ten. According to the jail warden, Lieutenant Jackman handed her a warrant for her to be transferred. Prue. That warrant was signed six months ago. Before the murders started."
Prue woke up with her tiredness and hunger gone.
"Daryl what are you saying?"
"Olivia and I stayed up all night doing background checks on both Selena and Jackman. Selena, her mom was a witch. Jackman. He moved down here from Massachusetts. There was unsolved murders of innocent men and women burnt at the stakes. Guess who was in charge of that investigation."
"Oh my god. Don't tell me I just helped sign Selena's death warrant."
"Jackman is a witch hunter. He was the main suspect in those murders down in Massachusetts, but evidence was flimsy at best. Prue. He may be a serial killer. A cop that kills innocents in the name of justice. Selena. We have to save her. She will be burnt before sundown."
"Oh shit! Okay. I'm calling my sisters."
"No! Prue. He's not working alone. There is someone he reports to."
"Is it Charon?"
"I don't know. But if your sisters come, all of you will die. I can't allow you to come."
"The hell I'm staying. A innocent is in trouble because of me. Daryl. Do you know where she is?"
"Those murders, they were just outside of town. Near the border of Connecticut. The witch hunters believed it was scared ground. The portal to Hell."
"Actually, the doorways are in Wyoming and California."
"Anyway. She only has a couple of hours. The sunset comes faster in winter."
Shit! She had to move quickly.
"Daryl. I'm calling my sisters, they can track her. Even if he has a anti tracking spell on her exact location, we can get a start. I'm calling Olivia."
"She is already on her way. Prue. I already put out a APB on Jacksman's vehicle. I already contacted the FBI. They are helping us track him down. He may have fooled the police in Massachusetts, but he didn't fool the Feds."
"Okay. I'll be right down after I call my sisters."
"Hurry."
Prue called her sisters who seemed horrified. They immediately started scrying. They were reluctant to not help, but a witch hunter was more dangerous than any demon or monster. Beside, if Jackman wasn't working alone, this demon may be working for Lilith. The most dangerous demon they know.
After hanging up, she hurriedly brushed her teeth. She didn't bother showering or doing her makeup. There wasn't much time. She was just finishing brushing her teeth when her cell rang. She answered it, it was Olivia.
"I'm downstairs. I may have an idea where he is. Prue. Come downstairs."
Prue hurriedly spit and rinsed out her mouth. She quickly got changed in last night clothes and took the elevator down. She didn't even bother thanking the doorman who opened the door for her. She was too distracted by her guilt. Even if she saves Selena, those files on her sisters. The dark future with Phoebe will come true. She gets into Olivia's car.
"Hey. Did you and Daryl get any sleep?" Prue asks curious. She would understand. Her old job at Bucklands, she stayed up many nights to do her job. Thinking back, she had no life. She was actually looking forward to demon hunting to catch a break. She was almost glad she was fired, thanks to The Men of Letters.
"We're used to it. We are police officers. C'mon. I checked out what direction his car went. He went North. Selena, she was in the passenger seat."
Prue hated to ask. But she had to know.
"How do you know she's still alive?"
"According to the files we pulled from Massachusetts, those people were not harmed. Not until they were burned. The Salem Witch Trails believed that it was more agonizing if the witch burned while healthy and unharmed. The fires of Hell would make them suffer for eternity."
Prue shuddered. She and her sisters went back in time, during All Hallows Eve. They had no powers and almost were arrested. But that wouldn't be the worst part, if something happened to Melinda, none of them would exist. Burning at the stake would be the least of their problems.
They drove out of town towards the New York/Connecticut Border. They didn't even know where to begin. Thank god her sisters called.
"Prue! We managed to track down Selena. Thanks to Gwen."
"Who's Gwen? Nevermind. Where?" Prue was curious, but she didn't care about that. Not until Jackman was stopped.
"On their way to White Plains. There is a forest there, a spot they used to burn witches in the old days. But we don't know where. Prue. New York State has a lot of wilderness. We're trying to narrow it down. But Prue, the closer he gets to White Plains, the harder it is to track them."
"Fuck! At least we have a lead. Thanks!"
"What did your sisters say."
"The White Plains area. According to them, the witch burnings took place somewhere around there."
"Not according to History."
"Written history. White Plains was one of the earliest settlements in history. Wouldn't be surprised if witch burnings took place there. We need to look for historical records."
Prue called back Daryl and told him where they were. They were heading to the town hall for historical records. That will take hours. She knew history, but not much of magical history. If this witch hunter was working with a demon, then he couldn't be saved. Prue was conflicted. He needed to be stopped. But he can easily expose the sisters. Not even the archangels can save them. The Cleaners could, but they were gone. If he dies, then their secret would be exposed. But if she kills him, she was no better than him. She didn't know what to do.
"Okay. I'm going to look at books, do you mind looking at the Net?" Prue asked Olivia.
"Sure. Prue. I have to make some calls first."
For the next few hours, Prue looked through any historical records. The trails did take place here, but the executions were taken elsewhere. Dammit. She called her sisters back. Too bad Sam was missing. He was a walking encyclopedia for magic...wait a minute. She called a number of an old friend.
"Hey Prue! Long time to hear back from you!" Pamela Barnes said cheerfully. Her and Prue were college classmates one semester in NYU. Pamela was interested in taking a class from Professor Visyak. She loved medieval history too.
"Pamela I need help." Prue proceeds to tell Pamela about her case. Pamela didn't seem surprised. She was a target for witch hunters herself, although rare. Hunters always protected her.
"I'm going to call Missouri. She knows how to find the impossible. Give me a few."
"Thanks Pamela."
Prue's stomach growled. Dammit. She needed to eat. Plus coffee. She put the books away and asked Olivia if she wanted to grab a bite.
"Yes. I need coffee. Let's head to Burger Palace. Their coffee sucks, but it is effective."
They put their books and files away carefully. Prue didn't want to eat, but if she faints from hunger, she can't save Selena.
After their meal was done, Daryl called back.
"Hello. Please tell me you have news." Prue begged. It was already after three. Sunset will be here in less than two hours.
"The FBI is on their way. They are going to check on leads on any rooms in town."
"What about abandoned properties?"
"On it. Prue. If you catch up to him. Don't go alone. Call me."
"I'll try. Thanks Daryl."
As she was filling Olivia in, her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Prue! We just got off the phone with Missouri. She tracked down Jackson. He's a few miles out of town. He has Selena tied up. Prue, he just finished the pyre. He isn't alone. There's a demon with him."
"Fuck! We can't bring Daryl or the cops. They'll be killed. Do you know who the demon is?"
"Unfortunately it's not the demon your looking for. But Prue, he is dangerous. He is a very high ranking demon. He is directly responsible for the witch trails."
"Are you fucking kidding me? Was he a warlock in his past life?"
"I don't know. He rode by Genghis Khan back in the day. He was afraid of witches. He started the mass hysteria years after he died and became a demon. Prue. Be very careful. He knows you are on way. He knows how to depower witches."
"What's his name?"
"I can only get his nickname. Kip. Prue. Watch yourself."
"Thanks Phoebe."
Prue hung her head in her hands. Dammit. She can't take Olivia. She's a hunter, but this demon would kill her instantly. No way was she losing another innocent. She needed to ditch Olivia. She had her powers, but they were worthless against Jackman. No doubt they were waiting for Prue. She needed help. She prayed.
'Help. There is no way I can take this demon on. I need help. Please. If there is any spare angels out there, help. If I can't kill Kip, at least stop the Witch Hunter. Thanks.'
It was a longshot, but she told Olivia where the demon and Jackman were. The direct opposite of town. She told Olivia they were south. Olivia thanked her. They got up. Prue used her powers to sabotage Olivia's car. She cannot be followed. She saw Daryl's vehicle. She sabotaged that too when he pulled up.
She told Olivia that she needed to pee. When she saw Daryl walk in, she quickly left before he saw her. She snuck out the back door and stole a car. She used her powers to start it and drove away as fast as she can. Daryl saw her drive off, but when they saw both their cars were sabotaged, they swore. Daryl called a APB for Prue's stolen car. He knew Prue would go alone.
Prue drove along the highway, she saw a car following her and immediately stopped it. Every car she saw she stopped their engines. She needed to ditch this vehicle. Luckily there was a car lot. She flirted with the salesman who came to greet her. Pretending to consider buying a car, she asked to leave the car here while she went across for a cup of coffee. Luckily the salesman agreed. She went across and "borrowed" a plain junk bucket from the parking lot. Being careful the salesman didn't see her, she drove on. She saw the hidden path Phoebe described. She drove in. She prayed again. No way she can take a insane witch hunter and a demon alone. She had no angel blades or Ruby's knife. But she knows a exorcism spell.
Prue ran when she heard Selena's screams. Jackman was about to lit the pyre. The demon Kip, was smiling. He hated witches.
"Please! I'm not a witch! I swear!" She begged. Her pants were wet. She urinated herself from terror. She heard about the burnings. But she was telling the truth. She wasn't born with magic. Her son had the gift. Like his grandma, her mom. Thank god he was adopted out. It was a psychic Missouri Mosley that told her her son can be kept safe if he was adopted out. She ran when she heard the murders. Her mom was found burnt to death. She knew it was that cop from her hometown in Massachusetts. Her mom told her to run, but not before paying for professional former hitman to guard her. She didn't count on that witch capturing her.
"Your mom was a witch. It's in your blood. You are going to burn. See, it's my duty. To cleanse the world. Don't bother screaming or praying. No one can hear you." As he lit the wood Selena was standing in, Selena started screaming. Kip started laughing.
"Hey! You forgot about me!" Prue said as she walked in. She knew it was suicide. But she didn't have a choice. The flames would reach Selena in no time. Kip looked amused. He wasn't interested in collecting souls. But having someone to rule by his side. Prue Halliwell would be a perfect Queen. The Throne was his.
Manipulating this human was easy. His colleague, the demon that called himself a "talent scout" told him about his genealogy. He had the dormant blood of a witch hunter. Normally most humans ignored the call; witch hunting wasn't a profitable nowadays. But this man had darkness in his heart, all he needed was a push. Yeah, he cried burning the first witch. But, after Kip told him how evil witches would "ruin'' the world, he told Jackman, he can be a hero. Cleanse the world. Eliminate all witches in the country. It was his destiny, his birthright. Fool listened to him. The day he lit that match, he had a first class ticket downstairs. Jackman truly believed he was doing good. Kip was only doing this to get The Charmed Ones attention. Anything to do with the Throne of Hell. Rumors was Crowley and Lilith wanted out. No way was he letting Belphagor take the throne. He wanted someone to rule by his side. Either Prue or Phoebe Halliwell. Looks like Prue will be his new Queen.
It started off with that assassin of Katya's. After her assassin failed to kill Prue, she sent him to Alistair. Right now, he is more burnt than beef jerky. Katya was a moron. She tried to impress the higher ups, but she was killed afterwards. But when Kip was sent to take her place, he wanted to do something else. Instead of killing the Charmed Ones, take one of them as a wife. Anyone of them would make a fine ruler. Except Piper and Paige. Piper was tainted by a Winchester. She and Sam were going be wed. Paige had heavenly powers. She was immediately eliminated for that sole reason. Phoebe was alright, she was beautiful, and she had the darkness inside her. She was the Queen of the Underworld for a short time with Cole. But since Cole died, Asmodeus retook the Throne. Both him and Belphagor wanted the Throne of Hell for themselves, neither Lucifer or the Princes (except Asmodeus) wanted nothing to do with it. Unfortunately, Phoebe wouldn't give in to her dark side again. But Prue, she would make a fine queen.
Jackman pulled out a gun.
"Come closer, and you die. You won't be able to save your sisters from the other two witch hunters."
Prue grimaced. There was no doubt he was telling the truth. But the flames were coming closer. She was about to use her powers when there was a gunshot. Prue thought she was dead. She closed her eyes, but not before blaming herself from failing to save Selena and stop Jackman.
Jackman stared at his chest. There was so...much...blood. How much blood can a human bleed? He drops dead.
Prue opens her eyes when she heard Selena screaming she was on fire.
Prue seeing Selena's leg on fire, hurriedly runs into the flames and grabs Selena and the pole. They both fall to the ground just as Daryl and the police arrive. Daryl seeing both on fire, immediately takes off his jacket and puts them both out. He knew Prue was going to be asked a lot of questions, but at the moment, didn't care. He called for a ambulance and a fire truck. Good thing the salesman at the car lot reported his car stolen.
Prue went back to her hotel after hours of interrogations. That demon vanished immediately after Prue showed up. Her reputation must precede her. But that unknown marksman. No one knew who he was. She denied bringing a hitman. The NYPD and FBI wanted her to stay in New York for extra questioning. Lieutenant Jackman was a dirty cop. Even before the murders, he beat his wife and kids on regular basis, and intimidated helpless citizens. He was under investigations for doing favors for the mob. Prue didn't mind.
Olivia understood why Prue didn't want her to come. She called her hunter contacts, and they told her about Kip. He was so dangerous, only very seasoned hunters or powerful witches can defeat him. Prue was a Charmed One. She can handle him. But only the sisters can eliminate him with all their powers combined. Daryl wasn't happy what Prue did, but he wasn't a hunter. No way he could approach him. There was nothing to do about the demon. That wasn't his department, but Jackman? Daryl was going to dig deep. He'll be digging for a very long time.
Prue Halliwell was safe. That's all that mattered. He was glad to see she was okay. But now's not the time to reveal himself. Not yet. He walked away from the FBI truck and ducked inside the nearest alley and took off his FBI uniform. Good thing he was trained as a hunter.