Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 20, 2008 19:23:19 GMT -5
Chapter Fourteen – Unhurried, Unworried
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Piper turned her attention back to the rest of the room. “In the mean time, what do we do? My freezes generally last shorter and shorter periods of time. Despite an increased area affected, I doubt that has changed.”
As if on cue, the demons started to move.
Piper waved her hands, again, freezing only the demons. “If nothing else, I am getting practice at controlling my increased freezing power.”
“That’s nothing,” Paige told her. “Watch this.” Paige closed her eyes in thought. She opened them and called out, “Bookshelf.” A bookshelf appeared in the room in front of her.
Piper’s eyes widened. “Did you just move that from upstairs?”
“Nope,” Paige grinned. “My house.”
Janice and Alanna looked at each other.
“Ever since magic came back last month,” Alanna began.
“Mom’s powers have been doing weird things,” Janice continued.
“She’s been able to move bigger things,” Alanna added.
“And she’s been able to move them from farther away,” Janice put in.
“At least that’s what she tells us,” Alanna informed everyone, since neither twin had any real reference point for their mom’s powers.
Victor groaned. “More magic.”
Prue laughed. “Don’t worry, Dad. It’s good magic.” She looked questioningly at her sisters. “It is, right?”
Piper shrugged. “I haven’t figured out the source. What about you, Paige?”
“Nope,” Paige denied, “but it’s happened to Phoebe, too.”
“That’s right,” Piper remembered. “Dad you mentioned that to us, when you came over a couple of weeks ago.”
Victor nodded. “She said she is able to control her premonitions better and remember them better.”
The demons started moving again at the same time Chris reentered the room with a knife and Wyatt orbed in with an axe.
Piper waved her hands and the demons refreeze, again. “Let’s figure this out quick. Believe it or not, I’m starting to feel a strain from this.”
Pat cringed as she looked at the sharp tools. “I don’t like this.”
Chris looked at the knife and then at the demons. He raised twin eyebrows at Andy. “How exactly did your charge accidentally cut off the demon’s head?”
“I didn’t ask,” Andy admitted.
Wyatt walked over to the demon behind Prue with the axe. When Prue had moved clear of the demon, Wyatt raised the axe and swung it around to hit the demon. To his shock he met no resistance and the head dropped to the floor. Wyatt reached out and poked the demon. When his hands started to go through it, he jumped away almost dropping the axe. “I guess that’s how.”
The three remaining demons unfroze, the decapitated one falling to the ground, and one shimmered out before Piper could refreeze them. The demon shimmered back in behind Prue and grabbed her.
“Not so soft right now,” Prue mumbled as she tried to break free. “Someone blow that demon up. Paige, try one of those potions. See if it works.” That said, she focused her attention on the demon’s arms around her and forced them apart telekinetically.
Paige threw one of the potions at the decapitated demon on the ground and two more showed up in its place.
Prue scowled and threw the demon behind her into the wall with a wave of her arm. “That one next,” she told no one in particular as she glared at the demon that had attacked her.
Piper waved her arms and the room unfroze, but only long enough for her to quickly wave them again, and refreeze all the demons. “Boys.”
Wyatt and Chris looked at each other, grinning at the unspoken request.
Alanna and Janice looked at each other, groaning. “I sure hope Hank never gets like that,” Alanna told her twin.
Janice looked at her, skeptical. “Do you even pay attention? We are talking about Hank, the guy who uses his whitelighter power to reheat things on army figurines to burn them.”
“True,” Alanna admitted.
Pat looked at the twins with raised eyebrows, the memory of a long ago conversation between her sobbing aunt Paige and her mom on the anniversary of her cousin, Henry’s death. The cousin she knew only from pictures and a handful of stories was the same Hank these two called brother. At least she was pretty sure he was and if he was, then it didn’t bode well for the teenage witchlighter. Maybe the fact that magic had apparently been gone for all of his life up until now would work in his favor. It certainly had worked to keep him alive thirteen years longer than he had lived in her reality.
Not knowing the thoughts running through Pat’s head, Chris took his knife and headed over to the demon that had grabbed Prue. Without preamble he swung down and cut through the demon’s neck. When he, too, met no resistance, he turned around and shrugged. “I think, perhaps, he had to concentrate to solidify. Who’d like to do the honors?”