Apocalypse, Halliwell?!?!

Ch.2 Good Guys

Previously...

"I shouldn't be here," Prue said while laying back on the tomb; her mood becoming increasingly dark with each passing moment. "I was at peace," she said thinking of Heaven.

"I'm an angel. I've gone by many names over the centuries. You can call me Gabriel," he introduced.

"What the Hell?" She thought. Prue turned her head and almost stopped breathing. Upon the wall were close to twenty or thirty grave markers on the wall.

"What happened here?" She thought then came to a sudden halt. "What?" She thought gazing at a fence. She climbed over the fence and when she got to the other side saw a sign on the fence. It read:

Quarantine Zone

"Quarantine?" Prue thought.

Instead of answering they raised their guns; aiming for Prue's head. Prue quickly squinted her eyes and pulled the first man's gun away from him. She ducked and rolled behind the man just as his partner started to fire. Prue got up and swung the gun at the first soldier's head. As he fell to the street his partner took aim again, but Prue swung her arm again.

He went flying into the vehicle's windshield breaking it.

She waved her hand at the door and it opened, however she was met with a gruesome sight. Blood was splattered everywhere, the couch was ripped in half, the dining table was broke in pieces as were the chairs. There were holes in several portions of the walls and the stained-glass windows were blown out. Lying on the floor was a lone potion.

This time Prue walked quickly instead of sneaking in there. She heard something moving into Piper's closet and pulled open the door. The instant she did someone tackled her from inside. Prue used her power and threw her assailant off her, grabbed the person and shoved him up against the wall. Only then did Prue get a good look at her attacker. He had blonde hair and looked like a younger version of... of...

"Leo?" Prue asked and loosened her grip.

Wyatt's eyes were full of shock. "Aunt Prue?" He asked. "It can't be her. It's not possible," he thought.

"First off, I'm not my father. Second, you're an imposter; so I want to hurt you." he said then Prue caught movement from out of the corner of her eye. She ducked just in the nick of time to avoid a new attacker's energy ball. Prue swung her fist into the new arrival propelling him down the hallway.

"Father?" Prue asked, even more confused than before. "Wyatt!" Her mind clicking instantly.

"Cole!?" Prue realized when he stood up. Cole looked angered beyond words; his human half changing into Balthazar. "Cole! Wyatt! It's me! Prue!

Cole sighed and said, "very well." He took a seat on the couch and rubbed a hand down his face. "The year is 2021," he started out.

"After Lucifer got his vessel, his true vessel, he wasted no time in killing anyone that would pose a threat to him. Namely you and your sisters plus anyone that had the potential to be like you."

"What happened to my sisters and Leo, Chris, Henry, Coop?" Prue asked praying that they were all right. That was her family. Cole shook his head. "No," Prue whispered.

"They were all murdered inside a week of your death. Lucifer believed they may attempt to resurrect you... again. He killed them before they had a chance to even consider it. After that he took out the Elders, the Avatars, the Angels of Destiny and Death, even the whole entire magical community, beside monsters and demons."