Unexpected Visitor

JP with Trustno1, Jaxx and Cindy

Later that night.

It was storming outside, the lightning made it seem as if there were shadows of individuals on the walls like someone in the room.

As they lay in bed with Alyssa sleeping, maybe dreaming of the cosmos, Sartre looked at Alyssa, her paleness was alluring. He thought about waking her up to ask, but then thought of a beach in December, he lightly stroked her hair and placed his finger on her lip. He removed his pentacle necklace and placed it on her chest before falling asleep.

There was a buzzing and whirring. The End Rite came out of the backpack and it was enveloped in a purplish glow as it floated above her head. Sartre's pentacle began to float above Alyssa’s chest. They were startled awake by the sight of the floating objects and by a loud knock at the hotel room door.

Alyssa jumped awake, staring at the direction of the knocking. An uneasy feeling crept over her.

Sartre slipped his shirt on. Carefully opening the door he and Alyssa found a woman with black hair and a dark jacket.

The woman barged in carrying a scalpel with strange sigils; it had a greenish glow.

"You really think you're something? Agent Sartre?"

The woman would continue angrily.

"That's funny. I much preferred Heidegger's "Being in Time" over "Being and Nothingness"

What have you bees done, you think you can burn down my sisters’ shop ?"

“That guy brought me back in an unpleasant fashion”. Said the woman

"Prue Haliwell?" Sartre asked.

"Yeah."

"And who's this chick with you?" Prue asked, pointing to Alyssa.

"The names Alyssa, last time I checked I wasn't fuzzy, little and yellow." Alyssa's snarkiness coming through, before getting more serious. "Back up, your sisters' shop was burned down?" It was clearly a surprise. "Sorry that happened but we didn't have anything to do with that."

The computer hacker had spoken first, and then realized Prue Halliwell? Wasn't she? "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Though the question was more rhetorical than anything.

"I was until a few hours ago. You people have been in and out of our house so many times it's not funny. And then someone burns down my sister's shop? you should really see what one of you has done to our house now, actually a few minutes, I think you should come with me. Another thing. Prue pointed her finger in Sartre's face. "Take anything of Phoebe's you want, but don't take anything of mine." The dark-haired woman was clearly angry. "If you want someone's panties why don't you get her's off." Prue motioned to Alyssa. "Hey!" Sartre yelled, looking at Alyssa. He pulled the dark-haired woman close and whispered something into her ear. Within seconds; he was seemingly pushed back by telekinesis. "That Knife, it's a scalpel. We've been looking for the scalpel of Ragley" "You can do better than that agent Sartre." said Prue. "One of you was rummaging through drawers taking necklaces and something you thought to be this scalpel.”

Prue raised her scalpel. In its greenish glow, it was noticeable that the engravings on the knife were the same sigils found on the walls of the mansion earlier. "Ragley, was a purposeful mispronunciation by a disturbed mind. Can you guess the real pronunciation Alyssa? Such a coward. Sleeping with night pants on." How do you pronounce this Alyssa?" Prue asked seemingly uncaring to how she made anyone feel .

"Being I am not a mind reader, how would I know what that pronunciation is supposed to be?" Any fear by Alyssa seemed to be replaced by annoyance at Prue. "And you do seem like the type to sleep naked next to a man you recently met, but hey I'm not into shaming people like that. Do what you want." Alyssa shook her head at the woman,"You seem to have all the answers, why don't you tell us what Ragley really is." She was now thinking it might be Riley but that meant nothing to her. Besides, she wasn't going to give Prue the satisfaction of answering her.

"The correct pronunciation is The Scalpel of Ryleh......." Prue fired back.

Alyssa knew Prue would give up the answer if she was just annoying enough. Trying to figure out why that sounded so familiar. Like something she read or saw or ....."The Lost City" said in a whisper as if worried the Gods themselves might hear.

Alyssa had no idea how or why she knew that. She looked at Prue. "Look I get why you're pissed, I would be as well. But you're pissed at the wrong people and I think I can prove it.”

"Prove it." Prue lightly swung the glowing blade in the air.

Alyssa got out of bed, "Follow me." She went into the main area of the suite and fired up her laptop. A few moments of typing and clicks, and then she turned the screen to Prue. One half of the screen was the surveillance footage of the shop, the other of the house.

Alyssa clicked on the shop first, it was easy to see people in black robes going around the shop, mere seconds later the shop burst into flames. Then Alyssa went to the footage of the house, also people in black robes this time in the house, no fire but they likely stole items. "A cult is involved in all of this. I would bet that's who you should be looking for. Black robes aren't really our style. And I doubt any of the factions would be careless enough to leave that kind of a trace." Maybe, but unlikely. "Besides, this all happened tonight and we have been here since the afternoon."

Alyssa sighed. "It seems to me you can help us and find out who really did it or just continue to be pissed at the wrong people. Your sisters refused to help or more like Phobe was uncooperative, Piper was far more reasonable about it but it seemed as if Piper was following Phoebe's lead. You however could help or maybe get them to help." Alyssa sighed, and brushed a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. "Things are likely going to get worse, day by day then moment by moment. We're not safe - no one is safe, not the factions, not your sisters, not the world at large unless we stop whatever is going to happen from happening." The words coming from somewhere buried inside of the young woman. "So, Prue Halliwell are you going to just stay pissed or will you help us?”

"I came here to ask you two and that guy in the other room to come with me back to the manor, my sisters are there and we can place wards around the house that will protect it for 24 hours. Grab the End Rite and those Item's you stole Alyssa.”

"Let me get a hold of Max," Alyssa tried to reach Max on the cell, not wanting to give Prue the information that the Illuminati had an other way of communicating. While she was doing that, she was making sure anything taken from the house was in her backpack. There wasn't much they had actually taken. It was mostly there however the End Rite, where was that? Alyssa searched the room and found it on the bed, along with Peter's pentacle. She put the book in her backpack and handed the pentacle back to Peter. Alyssa didn't realize it had been placed on her, as she slept.

It was just up to trying Max again. If he didn't respond, Alyssa would go over there.

Max answered his cell as he was watching an old episode of the outer limits. He answered, “Sup? Are ya having bad dreams again?

"No, I'm good, thanks. Can you get dressed and come over? We need to take a trip back to the Halliwell house, right now." Alyssa responded. "Oh and bring *anything* you might have accidentally gotten from the house." Alyssa really didn't know if the underwear had been an accident but it wouldn't have surprised her.