wickedamazon
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My Mad World is Full of Paper Flowers
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Post by wickedamazon on Oct 21, 2005 14:50:37 GMT -5
this is a story in which im thinking of making my own little series. my own little season eight. so bear with me through this one people; comments are highly appreciated good and the negative. so thanks.
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San Francisco had not seen anything like this in a long time. Sure there were the occasional crimes, even murders that went along with being in a huge city close to or even a million people inhabiting this historical place. Yet, the heinous crime....or whatever they were calling it that went down on Prescott street clearly surpassed everything.
Police, forensic investigators, friends and neighbors could not seem to grasp how or why or what, for that matter, exactly happened in that old Victoian manor six months ago to the date.
Stories reported of foul play, murder, or even a twisted suicide had occured. Yet nothing was proven. The only thing that was for sure was that some sort of bomb- as it seemed to witnesses- had gone off int he Halliwell manor.
Lead crime scene investigator Laura Litway had lead her team of forensics in a thourough sweep of the house, uncovering traces of blood through the use of luminol all over the house. They found candles and ritualistic items significant to that of witch craft. Yet nothing was giving way to what really went down. No evidence sprang up. No bodies. No incinerations or teeth to id who was in the explosion.
Detective Darryl Morris let it be known that three sisters resided in the mansion along with a man and two small children.
The mystery was the most intriguing story ever. Local news channels kept up with the story as it barely unravled and conversations from people who knew them or didn't know them could be heard on the sidewalks, in the malls, and in cafe shops.
The name Halliwell seemed to be on everyone's lips at one time or another. A live contemporary mystery that continues to linger.
**End of Prologue****
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wickedamazon
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Post by wickedamazon on Oct 21, 2005 15:09:20 GMT -5
"Well, as you can see, construction workers were able to keep the house much the same after rebuilding it," the woman with short red hair said as she led the people into the dining room area and turned to them, running a milky white hand over her navy blue blazer sleeve. "Quite frankly, there wasn't as much damage as one would expect from the given circumstances."
One of the ladies glanced around the room. "It's very nice," she replied and looked at the other two women who had accompanied her. "What do you think?"
"I like it," the blonde said as she glanced at the Real estate agent.
"Ditto," a brunette replied, her dark hand running over her curly hair.
The first girl turned to the real estate agent. "The tribe has voted. We'll take it."
The Real estate agent smiled triumphantly. "Alright then. Now, if you come with me we'll just have you all sign the papers and you can even move in as soon as today if you'd like."
"That would be great," the blonde said. *********
The blonde grunted as she set down the last heavy box that she had brought in. It was already near to eleven at night and they had done nothing but go back and forth from downtown to the manor since three o'clock that day.
"Alright, I dunno about you but I'm tired of looking in the mirror and seeing a blonde," she said as she stood up straight. She waved a dainty hand over her face and slowly morphed back into her old self. "Ah, better," Paige said as she sat ontop of the box. She took out a compact mirror and smiled. "Hello beautiful."
"Oh wow, can you say coneited?" the girl with curly hair said as she morphed too.
"Phoebe, I'm not that bad," Paige replied with a smile. She frowned as she examined her hair. "This polymorphing has been a real b!tch on my hair." she shook her head.
"Well, we finally did it," Piper said as she entered the room looking like normal. She glanced around the old Victorian manor. "We're finally home."
PHoebe smiled at her older sister as she came and took a seat near Paige. "Amen to that sister. I mean, living with dad and going to the magic school at times.....let's just say i'm glad we have three bathrooms again."
Paige nodded. "Agreed."
The three sisters were silent.
PHoebe looked around then at Piper. "So....when are Leo and the boys coming?"
Piper sighed. "They should be here later on during the week. Leo thinks it's best if we get things settled here and figured out before getting the family all situated in again."
Phoebe nodded. "I agree, I mean, did you see the paper? We were listed under the obituaries."
"I know it's odd but then again, the magical world thinks we're dead so that's a plus." Piper put in.
"Yeah, if you consider having to give up what we worked for," Paige mumbled.
"Paige, we're still witches. That hasn't changed," Phoebe replied patting her sister on the shoulder.
"Not just that, but our identities. I mean, PHoebe, you're not an advice columist anymore and Piper doesn't own P3-"
"NO, dad does," Piper said.
"NOt the point. The point is we have to start fresh and forever lie to people." she sighed.
"Thinking about him?" Piper asked softly.
"Hey sweetie," Phoebe said. "It will be ok. Glenn...."
"Thinks I'm dead. You saw him at the funeral."
"Ugh, don't mention that. It was horrible to watch those people cry," Piper said.
Again, silence.
"Now what?" Phoebe asked.
Piper sighed. "We start again. We have to pick out new identities new looks."
"A Halliwell makeover, sounds fun," Phoebe teased.
Paige smiled and sighed again. She looked around the manor. "We have to be careful that we don't pick someone who already exists too."
"Well you've had six months so you should've come up with someone now. we all should have."
"I did," Paige defended.
"Well, let's get to it," Piper replied getting up.
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Post by wickedamazon on Oct 24, 2005 13:33:03 GMT -5
The office was bustling as usual, people to crunched and hounded by their boss to stop and say hello to one another. Of course, what would one expect of the San Francisco Police department? Right now it seemed as if they had been going through six months of hell.
The County crime lab was overbooked with the ongoing mystery of the Halliwell case, not to mention the odd flare up of crimes seemingly spreading out through the city. If they hadn't known any better, it would seem as if someone had opened Pandora's box and let all hell break loose.
Even the murders were getting rediculous. Strange and bizzare deaths....too many in fact that the county coroner had to call in back up and ship some of the bodies out to other MOrtuaries.
The telephone rang loudly as the man with the with the black mustaches picked up the phone. "Lieutenant Jim Richards," he said in his low voice. He sighed at the sound of the voice on the other end of the phone. THis was not what he needed at all right now.
THe door to his office opened and a tall woman entered his office. her green eyes looking directly at him.
The fine lines created ripples in the man's dark forhead as he listened to the voice on the phone muttering "Hmm..." "Yes," and "I know that," here and there. It was a while before he looked up, his brown deep set eyes meeting hers. "LIsten, I'll call you back. I have to take care of something."
"Have a seat," he said to the woman.
She glanced at him with reserverance and reluctantly took a seat. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Don't give me that look Sheridan."
THe woman shook her head, her luxurious red hair moving slightly with the motion. "What look?"
"The kind of look that says you don't need time off or the kind of look that says you don't need counseling-- which i might add is a mandatory part on your being a cop." He paused. "Or the kind that has heard rumours about you being assigned a new partner."
"What's wrong with Darryl?"
Lt. Richards sighed and leaned back in the chair he was in. He liftend a dark hand and rubbed he forehead. "For Pete's sake Sheridon, he's just lost his second family."
Sheridan gave a slight laugh. "Second family? Is that what the Halliwells were to him?"
Lt. Richards looked at her, lowering his hand. He was a calm man at times. In fact, his buddies back at NYU had said that he could be too patient and calm with people....that they walked over with him. But in this line of duty, patience was much more than a virtue. It was something that kept you from turning into the criminals you captured.
SHeridan leaned foward in her seat. "Family or not, Darryl isn't telling us the truth. I know what I saw."
"Yes, yes," Lt. Richards said. "I know. YOu're lucky to be alive. wHat you did was a stupid move. NO, an idiotic suicidal move. And just because Homeland Security gave the ok does not vindicate what you were doing. You're lucky to have gotten out of there the way you did."
Sheridan's green eyes flickered as her body tensed up. "Don't patronize me Jim," she said through her teeth.
"The listen for once in your life Meredith*," he said firmly. "Go home, get some rest. You just checked out of the hospital two weeks ago. YOu're not-"
"I'm not going anywhere, Lt." she said firmly.
He sighed. "Warren Davis is who you are assigned to."
"The Rookie? NO, i don't think so."
"Well that's too damn bad because you don't have a say in this one."
Sheridan got up in a rage and turned away.
"Stop tying to be a martyr," were the last words she heard before the door slammed tightly in the door frame.
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Post by Matthew on Nov 5, 2005 12:36:58 GMT -5
Great story.I like it.
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