Tortured Souls [Hadley/Hayden/Harts]

[ALISTAIR JAY BLAIR]

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[HADLEY GABRIELLE WALSH]

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a step closer apart,

Priorities were an important part of life. If you had them straight from the get go it was rare not to accomplish whatever you aimed for. Hadley's priorities recently centered around getting to Mr. Hart junior, and the firestarter she discovered in magic school. College, also an integral part in her plan ranked right up there with the rest, which caused her working hours in both the Royal Lush and her underworld stint as Nix diminished. Then, the bills came rearing their ugly head. Meaning she had one simple option if she wanted to continue living in her small, but very private flat. She needed a job asap. Going back to Larisa's or a dorm with lots of other people, who might find her shimmering around or the smells emitting from potion brewing odd, was not going to happen.

Almost too conveniently she was contacted by a rather high-ranking demon desiring the powers of a witchlighter, a job easy enough but for one detail. The name Hayden Swanson. She knew all too well who this target was close to, thanks to those long hours of surveillance spent on the three stooges. With the power of three a few doors down such a mission could end badly for any demon trying. She though, she stood a chance. Logically, so long as nobody saw her birthmark of a phoenix they couldn't distinguish her from any number of possible upper level demons, her powers being so similar. No phoenix disclosed a guide to their abilities, and targets didn't live to tell how they drained specifically. Demons stole powers in many interesting ways, nothing could be linked to her even if she let the boy live after she'd gotten what she came for. Others wouldn't be so generous. It wasn't a soft gesture, like her mother would say. It was to her advantage too, to hold out on her first kill for that special occasion she no longer needed a plausible ground gaining access to places warded against evil. Besides, it'd make a wreck out of the one witch she needed on top of his game. Had to be avoided.

So she accepted. The demonic moron could deal with the Charmed Ones if they searched to get Swanson's mojo back. By that time she would be long rid of it, enjoying well deserved perks of financial independence. Always the meticulous one she'd done her research first, picking an evening both his parents would be attending a parent-teacher conference at his sister's school. Apparently the girl's grades were slipping. She'd started preparations about the time they'd be leaving, granting her enough of a window to obtain her bounty. Walking to the mirror she studied her features, trying to think what face she wanted to wear for this one. Fuller lips sounded good, with a more squared chin and straighter nose; lush curly hair a lot lighter than her own, older. Mid twenties in appearance for example, lithe body, blue eyes. Hadley decided she liked blue eyes, getting to enjoy seeing them around a lot on Frick, and now Nick as well. They were so much more expressive, capable of projecting both innocence and icy coldness far better than her own shade of hazel could. Too bad genetics just had to give her her mother's looks to a t.

An image clear in her mind she recited the well practiced glamouring spell. Fifteen minutes later she was waiting in the hallway of her target's residence clad fully in black, opting for long sleeves to hide the mark. As he exited the living room --where he'd by the sound of it channel surfed-- Hadley hadn't given the boy time to orb or attack, plunging her hand inside his chest. Which consequently looked as though it attained a glowing blue hole smack in the middle. "Hello," she greeted the stunned teenager, taking a breath when his magic flowed through inside of her. Everything wasn't supposed to go to hell with the sound of a bursting door that caused her to jerk back, turning her attention to the newcomer just in time to see a bolt of fire flying her way from the familiar blue eyes thought of earlier. The shimmer was pure instinct at it's best, transporting her safely to the foul smelling alley a block down from The Royal Lush she used frequently. Her breaths heavy, the woman angrily kicked a trash can. "Son of a bitch!" This was not happening to her again.

many words, outfit is hurr, the pretty glamour face in the picture for this thread is lyndsy fonseca

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[NICK JORDAN HART]

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[SAMANTHA MONTE ELLIS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Everything was happening so quickly, and the day seemed to have flown by. Hayden's whole family was out and he finally had the house to himself, he walked over to the living room and grabbed the T.V remote off the table and was about to click the red power button on the top, but he was interrupted when he saw a woman behind him, something about her was just demonic, he quickly tried to trap her in a water cage, but sadly he was too late. He felt something plunge into his chest, and when he looked down he saw the demon's hand. He had read about this power in Magic School, he was just trying to remember it, and find out how he could stop it. He heard the door of his house slam open and out the corner of his eyes he saw Nick, thankfully he would be able to help right? But that was the last thing he could think off, because he felt his whole body just fall to the floor and he couldn't breathe. So this is what it felt like to die, his whole mind went blank, and he could barely see, he could only hear a few words Nick was saying, but he couldn't make out the whole sentence, he used all the strength he had left in his body to remember the power and then it hit him. "Phoenix." he mumbled, Hayden knew this is how it was going to end, there was no way the Charmed Ones could save him, Hayden managed to smile, "Goodbye, friend." Hayden said with his one last dying breath, he felt everything in his body just stop, his heart stopped pumping, and he couldn't breathe. He was gone.

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[NICK JORDAN HART]

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