Dead Army

Chapter 2

Trail, Midpoint on Woodhill Mountain, Jackson Mississippi.

Ishaan pulled the motorcycle into a dirt parking space with a path leading down to pool of water. He kicked the stand down allowing Abigail to step off, "We rest here, I need to figure out where we are." He's voice rough and low as he looked around himself, trying to pinpoint his whereabouts. Abigail watched as she started to walking around the trees on the side of the road, grabbing her arm as it started to hurt. Looking down she looked at the hole in her sleeve, curious how she got this hole she started to roll up her sleeve. Pushing up past her elbow she sucked in a sharp breath, the fabric of her shirt rubbed against a nasty red burn on her pale skin. She twisted her arm looking around at the swollen skin, her burn was shapped like a hand close in size to her mothers. Hurrying her way down the path she stopped at the water, taking a moment to look around. The path came down to a small pool that had a waterfall rumbling to her left making the air smell so fresh. Making her way towards the pool she sat down in the soft sand, bringing her arm into the water. The cold water covered the burn marking causing Abigail to clentch her teeth sucking in a breath. She fought to keep from crying, the burning feeling kept getting worst with each lap of the water. So drawn into her pain she wasn't aware of Ishaan aproching behind her, he stepped closer barely making a sound. Green smoke slide from below Abigail, spreading across the ground making its way over to Ishaan's feet. The smoke traviled up his legs, stop at his thigh before the smoke changed shifting into vines tightening around his strong legs trapping him in place. "Abigail, let me go!" his voice louded and stern caused Abigail to jump making the vines to release in apuff of smoke. "Ishaan, I'm so sorry I didn't even know I was doing that." Her voice apologetic. She cautiously walked up to the broad man, laying a small hand on his large bicept. He looked down at the small girl, her eyes slowly dimming down from the bright green state, "No worries, you are a young witch still learning." His eyes travled from her eyes to her sleeve rolled up skimming over the burn seared into her arm. " What happened here?" His voiced had a hint of worry as he grabbed her arm. He turned looking closly at the burnt flesh, "It was when my mother grabbed me. It's fine doesn't hurt at all." Her voice cracked as she smiled. Ishaan rubbed his finger over the torn skin causing Abigail to whine. "That's what I though, shirt off." He stepped back let her have room. She stepped back looking down at the ground playing with the hem of her shirt. "Take my.." she swallowed "Shirt off?" her face became flushed with a light blush. Ishaan stepped forward, towering over her small frame. "Either you take it off or I will." He pushed Abigail's hands aside, not waiting for a response before pulling her shirt up and over her head her glasses falling off in the process. She bent grabbing them from the ground before stand up straight placing them on her round face. She stood there in jeans and a black tang top, goosebumps raised on her skin as a cold breeze blow by. He grabbed her hand pulling her over to the water, he started to tear her shirt apart. "Hey, I do need to wear that!" She yelled at the man. He grunted in response, mixing the mud with the torn clothes. He stood grabbing Abigail's hurt arm, "Ooh, What are you not speaking now? You just ruined my shirt." She snapped. He tightened his grip on her arm, stairing her in the eye, "You're such a bitch." His golden eyes stared into her green ones, their faces so close she could feel his breath. He pulled back finishing the bandage he made on her arm. Abigail's face turned red, she turned her face away from him biting her lip. Ishaan stood up wiping his hands before looking at the girl in front of him. She was small next to his strong body, shifting under his stair she pulled a strain of hair behind her small ear. Taking a deep breath she brought her eyes up to his, watching his eyes trail her body looking her over. Cold chills ran up her spine, she stood in her black tang top  since her shirt is now covered in mud and wrapped around her arm. Taking a deep breath, Abigail stepped closer to Ishaan, placing her small arm on his ripped arm. He's skin burned hot, muscles flexing under her tender touch. With heavy eye lids, he glanced down at her soft lips watching her pull her bottom lip in between her white teeth.  An in human growl came deep from his chest, his hands gripping her thin waist. Bringing his head down to her ear, "You bring a men to his knees with those eyes Abigail." His husk voice sending visible shivers all over her body. Her green eyes gazed deep in his golden ones, He grabbed the side of her face. Keeping he's eyes locked for a couple more seconds before crushing his lips on hers. Tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back deepening the heated kiss. Slowly walking her back towards the rock wall. She sucked in a breath when her bare shoulders touched the cold rock, taking the chance Ishaan slide his tongue into her mouth. Twirling around he fought her tongue for dominancy , biting lightly on her bottom lip. Grabbing her wrists he pinned them above her head, lips trailing down her jawline. Leaving a wet trail to her neck, he kissed and sucking searching for her sweet spot. His lips brushed softly across her collar bone, she let out a low quite moan. Bingo, He thought. Flicking his tongue out licking and sucking at the pale skin, each time bringing soft moans to leave her parted lips. Letting go of her wrist he slide his hands down her sides and over her hips, Grabbing her thick thighs and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around he's neck. Kissing his lip, feeling his hands griping her ass. His kisses became hungry, grinding hard against her, his hands moving up to her waist. Abigail felt he's very large bulge pressing against her. She pulled back her lips red and swollen, "Can we stop?" She said breathlessly. Ishaan let her down gently he had a confused look on his face, "Are you not enjoy this? Did I do something wrong?" He looked at her. Abigail's face became a light shade of red, she fiddled with her necklace looking at the ground. "Sorry if I'd like for my first time to not be in the middle of the woods." She laughed nervously avoiding eye contact. He stood silently for a bit, watching the young girl. "Let's getting going then, we are almost there." He turned making his way towards the bike, Abigail slowing following behind her head hung a bit. Stopping, Ishaan shrugged his jacket off throwing it over Abigail's shoulders leaning down and kissing her head. She looked up putting the jacket on before hopping on the bike wrapping her arms around Ishaan, resting her head on his back a smile spreading across her face. Dirt kicked up as he drove out the parking lot heading further up the mountain . They drove uphill for a good couple hours before Ishaan turned right on a gravel road that lead into a small village tucked away in the mountians. Abigail hide her face in Ishaan's back trying to avoid the unwanted glares as they made there way towards the trail leading toward the compound Nadia found and created into a coven. Ishaan stopped to unlock a long iron gate leading to a wide drive way that lead up to a large white stone house. Pulling the bike to a stop an old man in a fitted suit opened the door, "Sir Kakkar, you've kept Lady Nadia waiting. She's been storming the house for hours." The old mans face wriggled with a curiose expression eyes looking over the large man to the small girl. " Thank you Arthur. Had to stop to help assist Miss. Abigail here." He motion towards her as they made there way up the stairs and through the front door. The oak creaked as it slammed shut behind them, Abigail's eyes grew wide. She walked across the hardwood floor shinning from the fresh polish, her eyes scanning over the enormous painting spreading from wall to wall on the ceiling. The chandler hung down from the middle with small twinkling diamonds casting rainbows. On either side of her large dark oak stairs lead up to a long landing. The walls stretched up high, the lights casting a warm glow, Abigail walked through a doorway on her right. She entered a long hallway lined with armor each holding a weapon of sort, long red drapes hung in between each body suit. A door stood adjured at the end, her small feet softly stepped on the carpet making her way over to the door. Pushing the door open some more, Abigail entered  large room, the floor shined and smelt of lemon floor cleaner. Tall glass windows lined the sides of the room covered with heavy velvet curtains, at the very end of the room stood a small stage, with two huge leather chairs. Her sneakers echoed through the room as she made her way over to them, stepping up she slide her fingers over the cold arm. Walking around looking at the fine stitch marks, brushing over the back  her fingers skimming over a cold gold plate. She sucked in a sharp breath as she read the name carved into it, "I see you made your way into our ballroom."  A soft elegant voice spoke to the right of her. Quite jingling sounds echoed through the room as the hidden body shifted into the light. "Nadia, W-w-what, what i-is?" Abigail stuttered speechlessly. She walked silently into the middle of the room her jewelry chimed with each move she made, she faced towards the door Abigail came in, "Let us discuss this over dinner, I'm sure you are hungry after everything you've been through." as if on cue Abigail's stomach let out a low rumble. Hopping down Abigail hurried her way over towards Nadia, walking through the hall of armor back to the front door anf through a doorway of the left. Inside the room was large windows had white drapes parted open letting in a warm glow, a long oak wood table sat in the middle of the room. Soft white arranged around leather seats at each plate setting. Nadia at the head of the table behind a lit fire place, the door to the right opened. Abigail watched as Ishaan walked in, he wore a white V-neck shirt with dark fading jeans he's hair still damp from the shower. Making he's way over to the table he sat a few seats away from Nadia. "Abigail please take a seat in front of Ishaan, we have much to talk about." Abigail automatically relaxed, lowering herself into the seat. Another door pushed open as three waiters walked in, they poured a deep rich red wine into the glasses placed at the table before disappearing back from the way they came. Grabbing the glass Abigail smelt the liquid, a mixture of alcohol and a sweet perfume fragrant. Taking a small sip her face turned into a twisted look from the bitter taste it left. A small chuckle came from across her, she looked up watching Ishaan with his eyes on her with a playful smirk on his face. Hm, you wanna be like that. She thought as she tipped the glass back, gulping it down before placing it back. Leaning back in her set, eyes locked with his daring him to a challenge. Ishaan leaned forward raising his hand and motioning for the water to come over. He leaned down as Ishaan whispered something to the young man. Hurrying back behind the swinging door the man returned a second later a bottle of fireball and two glasses. Twisting the cap, Ishaan filled both glasses before handing Abigail one. She watched as he down his drink in one go, placing it down with a light thug, looking her in the eye when he finished. Keeping her eyes on him she brought the glass to her lips, letting the warm cinnamon liquid to entered her mouth. A few drops dripping down her chin swiping them on the back of the sleeve of the jacket before setting the cup down. Motioning for a refill Ishaan cocked his eyebrow at her a devilish grin spreading across his face, " You aren't play very fair Ishaan." Nadia scolded the young man, hands folded before her. He chuckled softly, filling the glasses as he responded, " She's fully aware of what she's doing Rani." passing the glass over to Abigail when a waiter began bringing dinner out. She smiled at Ishaan raising her glass to him before down in all in one long gulp, turning her attention to the man placing food before her. A pasta dish, what looked like angel hair noodles with Alfredo sauce and chicken with cooked broccoli. "So Nadia are you going to explain to me why my name is on the chair?" Silence filled the room, even the waiters stopped all eager to know that answer as well. "I see alcohol makes you bold Abigail, I will tell you why but first let us enjoy our meal." She motioned towards the food while picking up her fork. Following her lead Abigail placed a mouth full of pasta in her mouth, the warm noodles felt good in her empty stomach as she down half the plate. Ishaan handed her a filled glass which she sipped at trying to avoid upsetting her stomach, she watched as the waiter removed her dish and replaced it with an apple pie and vanilla ice cream dessert. Abigail took a bite of the warm cinnamon taste of the apple pie before turning to face Nadia, "So now will you explain to me?" picking up her drink and downing it. She grabbed the fireball bottle and filled her glass once more as she waited for her response. "You see Abigail, I and only so many other witches are born with a rare gift. A very strong power, you are one of those witches like myself." Nadia licked the ice cream off her spoon.  "I have lived for years, i am known as an ancestor to my village." her voice a soft calming tone. "I am the lead of a large very world wide colony of witches who share this rare gift." she took a bite of her apple pie, "Mmm, that's good. I only agreed to be part of this project your mother convinced the government to do was to met you Abigail." she smiled sweetly at the girl. "I knew about you before the government came to my village and asked me to partake in the experiment." She finished her ice cream, looking at the shocked girl waiting for her response. Abigail sat there picking at the ice cream in the dish before her, pondering and processing everything that has been said. "So you knew about me before then why not reach out to me?" Abigail gulped down her drink, "I'm almost 17 years old, why didn't you come find me for so long, why wait until now?" She eyed the women not so sure about her now. Signing Nadia leaned back in her chair. "I wanted to Abigail, I watched you grow. I watched your power grow but I could never get close. You're mother Abigail has known of the power you have, she has tried for 17 years to keep that power trapped inside you, to use you to channel that power. She has kept you from knowing your power." Her voice sending a wave of calmness in the room. Abigail shook her head, trying to clear her fussy mind the mix of alcohol and everything she had been told had her head spinning. Leaning forward she rested her head on the table, "And the chair, why does it have my name?" She mumbled not really sure if she wanted to know the answer. Her leg started to shake filling the room with the soft taping sound of her heal hitting the hard floor. "This is where you are suppose to be Abigail, in a colony of strong witches who can help you train and control your power. You could be part of something stronger and bigger. All you have to do is go through a simple ritual." Abigail lifted her head looking over at Nadia "And if i choice not to?" a slight slur in her words. She let her head sink back down barely able to hold it up on her own. "You don't have to make a choice tonight, maybe in a better state of mind as well." Said Nadia before motioning for Ishaan to help Abigail to her feet. "Why not rest and we talk more in the morning, you can find me in my study when you wake. Ishaan will show you to your room." she spoke as she stood up. She walked elegantly out the room leaving Abigail alone with Ishaan, even the waiters have left. "I'm surprised you are holding your alcohol very well. You don't feel dizzy or light head at all?" He looked over at Abigail who stood staring ta her feet. "Are you ok Abigail?" he placed a reassuring hand on her arm, she jumped a little startled from the sudden contact. She looked up at Ishaan her green eye scanning his golden ones for any clue on what to do or even say. She reached up and grabbed his war hand, placing her small one in his smiling, "Think wee could get me out of these clothes and maybe a shower, sure could use one." she chuckled a little looking her self over. Her hair was knotted from the helmet, she stood in a tang top and jeans with. Her arm still had the mud covered shirt pieces wrapped around her sore arm. She lifted the bandage a bit, looking at the red raw hand print still burnt into her skin. She winced at the pain shooting through her arm, biting back the tear threatening to slip pasted. Ishaan  brought her hand up to his mouth placing a soft kiss before leading her thought the doorway back to the front door. They headed up the long staircase heading down a hallway to the right, opening the last door at the end. Abigail walked into a large hard wood floor with light pink and white drapes. In the middle of the room was a large king size bed with a rose gold bed covers, light see through sheet hung off the bed posts. She ran her finger over a soft love seat the matched the bed sheets, a light brown coffee table sat in front. Abigail looked around the room at the many art pieces lining the wall reflexing the twinkling lights of the chandler hanging from the ceiling. She pushed opening a door leading into a some what smaller room, in the center stood a huge round white marble bath tub. She walked up to a large mirror before two double sinks, taking in the view of herself cringing at the batter looking women before her. Turning back towards the tub letting the warm water run and fill up, squeezing in lavender scented bubble bath. She peeled her dirty mud covered clothes and sunk down into the hot water, sign as her tense muscles began to relax. Sinking lower into the tub, Abigail wet her long brown hair lathering in some shampoo rinsing all the filth of the day. She gently scrubbed her arms, biting her lip as she rubbed over the hand print. Rinsing off all the bubbles, grabbing a soft white towel hanging on the side of a arm chair in the corner of the room. Grabbing one of the robes hanging on the back of the door she exited the bathroom, bumping right into Ishaan. "My apologize Abigail, Arthur brought some clothes for you to wear." A set of light purple pajamas in his hand. "I will let you be to get dressed" said Ishaan as he turned to leave the room. Abigail reached out catching his arm before he left, "Will you please stay?" Her voice barely above a whisper, her head hung low. "I will stay as long as you need mera pyra." He's voice soft as he closed the door, still facing it giving her a chance to dress. "Ok you can turned round." Abigail said from the bed, she stood looking over at Ishaan. He turned making he's way over to her, grabbing her round face in his large hands. He leaned down placing a soft wet kiss on her parted mouth. "Why don't we properly clean this now." He motioned towards her hurt arm, pulling a med kit from behind him. He gently pushed Abigail down onto the bed, opening the kit and began cleaning and bandaging her arm. Her small hand gripping the sheets with each burning sensation the cleaning alcohol left. Watching Ishaan's skilled hand at work, carefully cleaning and applying antibiotics before wrapping the bandage around her. "That should do it for tonight." He stood closing the kit and placing it on the nightstand beside the bed. Abigail climbed up onto the one side of the bed, pulling back the sheets and settling down. She turned and patted the spot next to her, "Can you sleep here tonight, please." Her green eye looked up at him wide and pleading. Ishaan smiled climbing in next to her covering them both before turning the light off.