Post by nicola on Sept 11, 2006 10:12:30 GMT -5
Piper was busy cleaning out the lightly lit, damp basement when it happened, that was the moment when she heard a distant tapping of the door and then at that same moment a faint whisper of a voice that she did not recognise. The low toned, raspy voice of the stranger hypnotised her as she stood paralysed and still, the voices continued slowly fading as a faint sound of footsteps echoed through the room. As she stood there paralysed she could feel something brush against her, the rough texture of something unseen sent a shiver down slowly down her spine paralysing her thoughts. Suddenly there was a tremendous bang, darkness reared its ugly face and fell upon the room and a force pushed Piper to the floor. After regaining consciousness, piper felt her way up the cold, dark stair of the basement a stair at a time, only to find that when she went up each step there was a strong force pushing her backwards and sent her tumbling downwards to the bottom of the stairs. She shouted for help, thinking that either one of her sisters Phoebe or Paige will come to her rescue, but as soon as she yelled “Phoeb…”, she was suddenly cut off by a large bang and the sound of the basement door locking her in. Piper had a fear of being claustrophobic in small spaces, so she could never lock her bedroom door of a night without having the window open even if it was just an inch. She started to panic, she had heard voices like the one earlier, just once before at her sister Prue’s funeral, but the voice was different, it sounded like it was of a small girl, not of an angry raspy voice which sounded older, as if weathered by the rain. A single tear fell from her framed face as she remembered her older sister Prue, who had died five years ago, in fact today, was the anniversary of her beloved sisters death, and she had planned to go to the mausoleum, lay a dozen red roses by her name and just sit, like she had done many times before, thinking about the memory of her sister. Piper knew that she had to get out of this situation; she knew that she couldn’t stay in that darkened basement for the rest of her life. She knew that the only way to get out of this situation was for her to think outside the box and use her powers to get herself out of this mess. ‘If I’m going to do this, the first thing I’m going to need is light’, Piper thought to herself. She lifted herself up on an old chair, which was lying tipped up with battle scars from the time when she couldn’t control her ability of molecular combustion when she first received the power many years ago. She felt her way around the cold, dark basement’s many shelves to find the lighter fluid that she had left there from the last summer barbecue that she hosted last summer, every year she would host one of these events, even if it was just for one day, she would feel like she was just leading a normal life again, since they found out they where witches many years ago. She found the long thin can on a rickety old shelf that lied on the top of a set of old fashioned shelves in the corner of the large over crowded room. She poured the thin, almost transparent liquid onto the chair and stepped away from it. From the other side of the room she set the chair alight and almost at once after small flames started to appear she froze the room, using her other power, the ability to freeze time and a dim orange light filled the room. Now she was able to see, she found some candles and some matches and laid out the candles in a small circle. As she lit each candle, a small wind blew them out again, it was no use, the force that was trapping her in the room did not want her to escape its clutches. She has to think of something else, she couldn’t keep the candles lit long enough for her to say the spell to summon Prue to help her. Piper looked around the room in desperation hoping to find something that could help her; she had almost lost hope when a small black box caught her eye from the other side of the room. ‘This has to work’, she thought to her self as she stepped over the unlit candles to retrieve the small box from its shelf. The box contained five white crystals, which they had used many times before to keep demons trapped inside. She stepped over the candles again, this time with the box in her arms. She stood in the middle of the circle and placed the crystals in a larger circle around the candles, as she placed the last crystal in the circle, white lines shot out from each of the crystal forming a cage in which she was safe. She lit each of the candles again and started to recite the spell, which she had used many times before to summon grams form the dead. Moments after she had recited these words:
“Hear these words,
hear my cry,
Spirit from the other side,
Come to me,
I summon thee,
cross now the great divide”,
a huge force threw her to the side of the protective circle and darkness fell upon her. As Piper lay unconscious, inside the cage like circle, the basement door flew open and Phoebe and Paige where standing at the top of the steep stairs leading towards the basement. As soon as they saw piper they dashed to the bottom of the stairs just as Piper was slowly opening her eyes to see falling from the ceiling two red rose petals, which where Prue’s favourite flower.
let me no what ya think
“Hear these words,
hear my cry,
Spirit from the other side,
Come to me,
I summon thee,
cross now the great divide”,
a huge force threw her to the side of the protective circle and darkness fell upon her. As Piper lay unconscious, inside the cage like circle, the basement door flew open and Phoebe and Paige where standing at the top of the steep stairs leading towards the basement. As soon as they saw piper they dashed to the bottom of the stairs just as Piper was slowly opening her eyes to see falling from the ceiling two red rose petals, which where Prue’s favourite flower.
let me no what ya think