Post by Phoebe Halliwell on Apr 11, 2010 0:46:56 GMT -5
Phoebe hurried up the stairs at Prue’s insistence, her bare feet making quiet, rhythmic thumping sounds on the steps. She was wearing a robe over pair of light gray sweatpants and a plain white tank top. Her hair was pulled back in a lazy ponytail at the nape of her neck. She was feeling under the weather, clutching a tissue in her hand and sniffling as she made her way down the hall. Her nose was red and irritated and her eyes were watering.
Half an hour ago she’d been lying in bed with a book: The Great Gatsby. She’d never managed to get through the whole thing, so she’d figured being stuck in bed with a cold gave her the perfect opportunity to finish it. Of course, she’d fallen asleep reading it, with her glasses on and everything. She’d been sprawled on her bed with the book on top of her stomach and her glasses all crooked on her face when Prue threw open the door and yelled her name with such urgency that Phoebe had jumped up immediately mumbling “I didn’t do it! What’d I do?”
Prue had given her a confused look and explained that something was terribly wrong: Piper was gone.
“Gone? W-what do you mean she’s gone?” Phoebe had asked, still half asleep and fighting back a yawn.
It seemed like Piper was completely gone – there one minute, gone the next. It was like she’d just vanished into thin air. Prue had called for Leo, but Leo couldn’t locate her. So, Prue was going to attempt to scry for her and wanted Phoebe to go and check the Book of Shadows for any spell that could help them.
Phoebe stopped half-way up the attic stairs and let out a big sneeze that made her head hurt.
“Ugh. Stupid cold,” she muttered.
She’d wanted to whip up a potion that would knock the sick right out of her, but Piper had reminded her that would count as using magic for personal gain. That had been yesterday. Phoebe couldn’t believe Piper was just gone.
Okay, okay. Focus, she reminded herself.
She blew her nose as she climbed up the stairs and jammed the crumpled tissue into the pocket of her fuzzy pink robe. She felt light-headed and achy all over, but she focused all her energy on shoving those feelings aside and replaced them with thoughts of Piper. She crossed the room to the stand that held the thick, aged tome.
“Okay. Piper, Piper, Piper…”
She muttered to herself as she opened the book and flipped through its pages, trying to channel all of the limited energy she had into finding her sister.
“Ooh!”
Phoebe pulled her hands back as the book’s pages fluttered on their own, stopping on a particularly yellowed page. Phoebe waited a few seconds to make sure the pages were done turning themselves before a small smile crossed her face and she looked vaguely upwards.
“I can always count on you, Grams.”
She leaned over to examine the page and frowned.
“Glorificus? What the hell’s a Glorificus?”
Phoebe adjusted her glasses on her nose and her eyes scanned the page carefully. It was definitely a ‘who’ – a creature of some kind. There was no picture, but what little she read it sounded like something powerful and unpleasant.
“Hell-god?” she muttered. “Uh-oh…”
What was a Hell-god? It definitely didn’t sound good.
Phoebe was about to open her mouth to yell for Prue when a bright orb of light manifested just in front of the book. Phoebe’s eyes widened as she stared at it. It grew larger and before she could figure out what was happening, she was surrounded by bright light and consumed.
Half an hour ago she’d been lying in bed with a book: The Great Gatsby. She’d never managed to get through the whole thing, so she’d figured being stuck in bed with a cold gave her the perfect opportunity to finish it. Of course, she’d fallen asleep reading it, with her glasses on and everything. She’d been sprawled on her bed with the book on top of her stomach and her glasses all crooked on her face when Prue threw open the door and yelled her name with such urgency that Phoebe had jumped up immediately mumbling “I didn’t do it! What’d I do?”
Prue had given her a confused look and explained that something was terribly wrong: Piper was gone.
“Gone? W-what do you mean she’s gone?” Phoebe had asked, still half asleep and fighting back a yawn.
It seemed like Piper was completely gone – there one minute, gone the next. It was like she’d just vanished into thin air. Prue had called for Leo, but Leo couldn’t locate her. So, Prue was going to attempt to scry for her and wanted Phoebe to go and check the Book of Shadows for any spell that could help them.
Phoebe stopped half-way up the attic stairs and let out a big sneeze that made her head hurt.
“Ugh. Stupid cold,” she muttered.
She’d wanted to whip up a potion that would knock the sick right out of her, but Piper had reminded her that would count as using magic for personal gain. That had been yesterday. Phoebe couldn’t believe Piper was just gone.
Okay, okay. Focus, she reminded herself.
She blew her nose as she climbed up the stairs and jammed the crumpled tissue into the pocket of her fuzzy pink robe. She felt light-headed and achy all over, but she focused all her energy on shoving those feelings aside and replaced them with thoughts of Piper. She crossed the room to the stand that held the thick, aged tome.
“Okay. Piper, Piper, Piper…”
She muttered to herself as she opened the book and flipped through its pages, trying to channel all of the limited energy she had into finding her sister.
“Ooh!”
Phoebe pulled her hands back as the book’s pages fluttered on their own, stopping on a particularly yellowed page. Phoebe waited a few seconds to make sure the pages were done turning themselves before a small smile crossed her face and she looked vaguely upwards.
“I can always count on you, Grams.”
She leaned over to examine the page and frowned.
“Glorificus? What the hell’s a Glorificus?”
Phoebe adjusted her glasses on her nose and her eyes scanned the page carefully. It was definitely a ‘who’ – a creature of some kind. There was no picture, but what little she read it sounded like something powerful and unpleasant.
“Hell-god?” she muttered. “Uh-oh…”
What was a Hell-god? It definitely didn’t sound good.
Phoebe was about to open her mouth to yell for Prue when a bright orb of light manifested just in front of the book. Phoebe’s eyes widened as she stared at it. It grew larger and before she could figure out what was happening, she was surrounded by bright light and consumed.
