Who: Christy Jenkins What: Less than amused witch arrives in Kansas. When: 5 September 2009 Where: An alley in Lawrence Rating: TBD Status: Complete, Narritive.
Mostly she still couldn't believe the trechary. Her own sister. Who she'd only ever try to make see her true potential. And learn to use it where she should be. With her. Not them. Never them. The fireball had formed in her hand with the barest of thoughts and the pyrokinitic witch turned her face to the Charmed Ones and her sister. She didn't know what she'd do except attack. She had nothing left. Nothing. They'd taken it all away from her. Everything was gone, all she had left was revenge.
She raised her hand to hurl the fireball.
Only to find her targets gone. In fact the cavern was gone. Where she'd been was gone and she stood now on a street cold and furious, the fireball flung into a wall, leaving a black mark as angry as Christy was. She screamed in fury kicking a trash can away from her and into the same far wall attracting some attention from a homeless man who had yet to stop staring at her, or the ugly black charred mark on the wall.
Her telepathy told her Lawrence Kansas. 2009. And though that made very little sense nothing else did anyway. This wasn't right, she knew that too, and she didn't know what to do about it but walk for a while. Figure it all out. This was all very wrong and something had pulled her here. She wasn't arrogant enough to believe there was nothing that could have that power. Of course there was. But whatever it was would pay for what it had done. Or explain itself. And if the Charmed Ones had done something to her, then she'd make them sorriest of all.