Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 23:09:26 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty-Two - Body Count
It had worked. And seven years later she had to find a way to uncast it. It had run out more than once over the years, but she’d never thought beyond casting it, again. Well, she had managed to come up with a spell then, she could do it now. She scribbled the spell on the paper Christy had returned to her and then scratched it all out. She sighed and looked at the words she had written even if it was hard with all the black lines through them, but she knew the words by heart.
Looking down at her sisters she tried to form a spell in her mind, but nothing came to her.
“Eek!!” Christy’s voice squealed from down the hall. “Someone get in here quick!”
Prue glanced down at her sisters and started running toward Christy’s voice. As she got closer a pungent aroma hit her nose. She held her nose as she continued to run into the front hall. Her mouth dropped as she saw maybe a dozen men and women in SWAT uniforms lying unmoving on the floor in the front hall. “How?”
“I think your spell did more than you knew,” Christy mumbled. “Are they from seven years ago?”
“They have to be,” Prue admitted. “But if it affected them, then why didn’t it affect Leo?”
“Well, your spell did talk about injuries,” Christy commented. “As far as I know your brother-in-law didn’t have any. These . . .” She stared down at charred uniforms and burned bodies. While most of them were well preserved and most likely just barely holding on to life, there were two bodies that clearly had decayed over the years. “I killed them, didn’t I?”
“Not you,” Prue shot back, plugging her nose, again. “The demon.”
Christy nodded. “I got to get out of here. Do you think they have a phone I can use?”
Prue nodded. “Yeah. Do you have a whitelighter I can use? With this many injured, I don’t think my nephew has enough time to heal them all.”
Christy nodded. “Hopefully she can still hear me.” She looked up and called out, “Lydia!”
Seconds ticked by and a middle aged woman with a concerned look on her face appeared. “Christy?”
Christy grinned broadly. “Hi, Lydia.”
“I haven’t been able to sense you,” Lydia scolded her.
Christy nodded. “I know. I’ll tell you all about it later, right now, can you help out.” She gestured to all the people on the ground.
Lydia gasped. “What happened here?”
“A very angry demon,” Prue retorted. “Right now, I have them under a spell, or at least I think I do, so I’m going to have to undo that.”
Lydia ignored her and got down next to one of the men. She held her hands over him and to Prue and Christy’s shock a golden glow covered her hands and the burns on the man’s face began to heal.
“Just like that you undo my spell,” Prue looked at her bemused.
Lydia smiled as she waved a hand over the man’s face. “I healed you spell. Whatever it was seems to stop most body functions without killing. All I did was restart them. He should sleep for a while. I would suggest you let me deal with them. Christy, your family will want to know you are alive.”
Christy smiled. “Yes, thank you, Lydia.”
Prue and Christy headed out of the room, but they were stopped by Lydia’s voice. “You’re dead, aren’t you?”
Prue stopped and turned around. “Yes, ma’am. Eleven years now.”
Lydia shook her head. “And how long have you been walking around as one of the living?”
“Seven years,” Prue replied. “My sisters needed me.”
Lydia glanced at the bodies around her.
Prue shook her head. “They’re in the back. I didn’t know about these, only about my sisters. I haven’t left them alone in all that time.”
“Returning won’t be easy for you,” Lydia commented.
Prue shook her head. “No, it won’t, but I’ve done what I came here to do. I’ll do what I must.”
Lydia nodded and moved to the next SWAT member. “See that you remember that.”
Prue frowned, unsure what Lydia meant. When there was no further explanation she headed back to her sisters. She saw Wyatt look up as she entered.
“Do you have the spell?”
Prue shook her head. “See if you can heal them without one.”
Wyatt blinked in surprise and nodded. He got down next to his mom and held his hands over her. To his surprise a warm golden glow covered his hands.