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Prue Halliwell (prueisavirtue) wrote in wariscoming,

It was cold. That was the first sensation Prue had as she started to regain consciousness. She remained still, eyes closed, trying to get her bearings on where she was and what had happened. She'd been on her way home from work. How had she ended up here? Then slowly, her memory returned as her mind cleared, though there was an intense throbbing in it. Demons. She'd been surrounded by demons. They must have done this to her.

She grumbled a bit as she cracked her eyes open, but she was greeted with nothing but darkness. Her first thought was that she was dead. Wonderful. Just wonderful. But then after a minute, she realized she wasn't dead. She couldn't be. Death didn't hurt like this. She'd died before, and after having taken her last breath, death wasn't like this. Slowly and carefully, Prue sat up, a hand moving to her head. She winced as her head hit a lump forming over the area where she'd been hit. She glanced around while rubbing her head, trying to gauge if there was any source of light from anywhere, but she couldn't find any. Well, this was quickly getting worse and worse. She had no idea where she was and she was sure no one would notice she was missing for a few hours at least.

But then she heard someone's voice, another girl. Prue briefly wondered if it was a demon playing a trick, but she knew the name Jaina, so she knew it was one of them. "Yeah, I just woke up," she replied softly. It was loud enough for the other girl and anyone else close by to hear, but that was it. "Are you all right?" Of course her first concern was if the girl was injured in some way. She herself wasn't injured aside from the lump on her head. She wondered how many others were there, captured for who knew what. Oh these demons would have one Hell of a wake up call if Prue got her hands on them.