Chapter 39
Blinking the tears away, Abigail had to stay strong and could have a breakdown later, when they were far away from here with Malcolm in tow. She was thankful to Dean for doing the killing because Abigail didn't have it in her to take a life. Not even these soldiers. Soon, they came to a heavy door and Abigail looked through the vent, seeing Malcolm was pacing nervously in his chambers. There was paperwork scattered everywhere and he looked as though he was nervous. So far, there was no sign of soldiers or Bray, though she recalled Bray ordering Malcolm to be isolated, so he could focus on making the serum and other magic. Abigail looked at Dean, gesturing to the door, since it was locked from the other side, and stepped aside while he worked on getting it open. When it did, Malcolm nearly jumped out of his skin and Abigail came from behind the cloak, his eyes widening.
"Hello, Malcolm."
"S-Sister Abigail…" Malcolm stammered out quietly, shock registering all over his face. "W-What are you doing here, Queen Mother?"
"I'm not alone. And we don't have time to talk right now, you have to trust me and come. Now. I'm taking you out of here. Susan is waiting for you."
Dean poked his head out, grinning. "Let's go, before those bodies are found." He had been taking notes of the layout on their trip, his electric blue eyes surveying the room. "Fuck all, Abs, Taker would have a coronary in here." He said with a slight smirk, taking in all the magical entities.
What on earth had Abigail gotten herself involved in? Malcolm wasn't questioning it though and snatched up a handful of things, shoving them into his robes before darting to join them under that cloak. The man smelled like body odor and… blood.
Breathing a silent sigh of relief that Malcolm came without a fight, Abigail made sure they were all completely under the cloak and this time, Dean lead the charge out. He assured her he knew where he was going, and Abigail made sure Malcolm was in the middle while she stayed in the back. The old man was not getting froggy on her and leaving, not after all the hell she'd gone through to get here and rescue him. They made it out of the passageway unscathed, thankfully, but now the real work began because they still had to get off the castle grounds.
"Malcolm, is there any way you can cloak a car driving?" She asked randomly, keeping her voice down, and heard him snort derisively. "A simple no would be fine."
"Of course I can, Sister Abigail." That was child's play to Malcolm since he'd studied magic the majority of his life. "Boy, turn here." He ordered, also keeping his voice down as they all stopped. "It's the same way I had Susan take to escape and it'll lead to the outskirts, so I hope you parked our transportation there."
Dean listened as they headed in that direction, which would bypass the patrolling soldiers and guards.
"Uh, yeah no, we didn't park the car anywhere near here." Dean said when they came out, frowning. Nothing here looked familiar and he shot Abigail a look, shrugging. "About 20 yards around that way, I think." His sense of direction was usually pretty good, but his mental notes hadn't accounted for Malcolm changing their exit route.
"Shit, we'll have to go around then and stay under the cloak." Abigail trusted Malcolm's judgment as far as taking this route, but now they had to go ALL the way around in order to make it to the car to get out of here. "Why don't we rest for a minute and then make the trek?" They were on the outskirts now, so there was no need for the cloak until they had to venture closer to the castle.
"Sister Abigail, where on earth did you get an invisibility cloak at?"
"Long story." She smiled tentatively at him. "That's not important right now. Please, just call me Abigail or Abbie. I'm not a sister or Queen Mother of anything, okay?"
"How did you ever make it this far, dear?"
"Another long story and I will tell you everything, but not now and not here. All I will say is we're taking you back to Wonderful to be with Susan…" Abigail figured now wasn't the time to mention the Undertaker or who exactly the man was to Malcolm. "Are you thirsty or hungry?"
"No." Malcolm was ready to be away from this castle though. "Susan made it all right?" He asked eagerly, letting the man lead the way while he walked alongside Abigail. At her nod, he let out a relieved sigh. "Hopefully, not too traumatized?" He knew she had… not had it easy, not after what he had done to ensure that, if on her trek to Wonderful she was captured, there would be no offspring at an accelerated rate.
"No sir and she seems to be a lot happier. They have her working at the common house cooking and serving food and she has a bed to sleep in every night." Abigail explained what the common house was, the friendly staff that worked there, and whatnot. He seemed to look even more relieved and she smiled, despite being in enemy territory. "You'll be safe with her as well, it'll take us about 2 weeks to get back, maybe less now that we have a car."
Malcolm was under the impression Abigail was undercover for Bray Wyatt in Wonderful, but such wasn't the case. Again, he wasn't questioning it and would do anything to get away from this hellacious castle full of blood and stolen innocence. "We should put the cloak on now before going any further."
Maybe less? They couldn't take the same roads they came in on, so it was doubtful. Unless this Malcolm was all-powerful and then Dean was curious why the hell the man hadn't put a stop to Wyatt a long time ago? Not his business. He shuffled under the cloak with the two, eyeballing the older man. Malcolm was built, but old and tall… his hair was graying and there were hints of auburn red in there.
"Babe, we came in on a bike, we have to go out on wider roads in a car." He reminded her.
Malcolm did not have a death wish when it came to dealing with Bray Wyatt; that and he'd been forced to put a spell on the monster some time ago that reflected almost all damage. In a nutshell, he was almost impossible to kill as long as that spell remained. All magic had a limit, even with a sorcerer and it would take a great deal of it to cloak a moving car in order for them to get back to Wonderful safely.
"Remember, I can cloak the car, so we can take any road we want to get back. I will inform you though, Abigail, I will be…drained, if you want me to do that. Unless there are backroads we can take that aren't barricaded by the Dominion."
"We will figure it out. Dean has a map, once we're to safety, we can look at it and chart the best course to get back to Wonderful."
Abigail wouldn't make him use his magic that often with the car because she needed him for something much larger than that. First things first, they had to get out of here, get to the car, and find a spot to bunker down for the day for some sleep. Then, she would show him the Mythril dagger and see if her theory was proven correct.
Dean gave her an exasperated look before looking at Malcolm. "The map is over 20 years old and-"
"And a lot has changed. I understand. I came this way… many, many years ago, I'm sure the terrain itself is still familiar."
"I don't think we should try taking the route we came in back, Abs. I think we need to go a roundabout. It's not exactly like they're going to know where we came from." Dean said thoughtfully.
The more Abigail looked at Malcolm, the more similarities between him and Mark she saw. The long silver hair with wisps of auburn laced in it, for one, though he had blue eyes. She wondered if Glen had blue eyes since Lily and Mark had emerald green like their mother.
"Okay, since you know the terrain here, Malcolm, please lead the way. I trust you." It would take longer to get back to the car, but in the end, they would remain safe and undiscovered.
"All right…" It'd been a very long time since he'd taken a treacherous trip like this, but Malcolm had also used magic over the years to…keep himself at a relatively good age. He was 80-years-old, but looked to be no more than 60. "While we walk, Abigail, mind telling me who the young man with you is? Dean, right?"
"Yes, Dean Ambrose and he's a friend. A very good friend of mine that I met in Wonderful and asked for his help to free you."
"And why is that?"
"Because we need your help, Malcolm. As much as I wish this trip was strictly to bring you back to Susan, there is a bigger reason. And I'll explain it all once we're out of here. But you can trust Dean 100%. I know I do."
Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Malcolm when the older man shot him a dubious look. "I know, I just scream trustworthy, don't I?"
"You reek of blood."
"Well," Dean was lighting a cigarette, then took a long drag off of it, blowing the smoke at the ground. "I figured if I asked them politely to move, they might shank me first."
"Dean…" Her tone held warning and amusement at the same time as Abigail shook her head, unable to help giggling softly. "Don't mind him. He's harmless…mostly. I promise he won't hurt us. I wouldn't have asked him to do this with me if I didn't trust him completely."
"If you say so Sis-I mean Abigail." That would take some getting used to and Malcolm sighed resignedly, deciding to trust her since she had come all this way to rescue him. Even if it was for her own agenda and purpose. "Very well."
It took 3 hours, but when they finally made it to the car waiting, the moon and stars were shining down on them still. Abigail gathered the sun would be out shortly and took the cloak off to fold it up, stuffing it in the bag while Malcolm sucked down some water. She had some aqua as well as Dean and walked over to him, seeing he'd already peeled his blood-coated shirt off.
"We can rest here for the day and start heading back tonight sometime. Is that all right with you, partner?"
"Don't call me that." Dean wrinkled his nose, reaching out to drape an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in against him. "I prefer… lover." Dean teased with a boyish grin.
Of course, he knew she was carrying a torch for Taker, but she was approaching the flipside of the coin. When they got back… Dean wasn't going to lie, he was really hoping their fight was public, just so he could watch her verbally castrate the giant hypocrite. Abigail elbowed him in the side, shaking her head, and tried to stop her cheeks from reddening.
"You're terrible." She grumbled, hoping he kept his word and took what happened to them to the grave. Walking over to Malcolm to give Dean a minute to himself to clean up, she saw the old man seated on the ground with the bottled water half gone. "Feel better?" He nodded, and she settled down next to him, pulling the dagger out of her holster to show him. "Do you know what this is made out of?"
Malcolm ran his hand over it, the dagger instantly changing colors before nodding. "Mythril." He looked up at her curiously, arching a brow, and didn't realize he looked identical to Mark at that moment. "What is this about, Abigail? So there IS Mythril in Wonderful?"
"Yes. And I was told it has magical properties, is that true?" He nodded. "Then, could you transform Mythril into things like medicine?"
"It would be…a little difficult because Mythril is extremely hard to grind down into dust, which is what I would need. But…it's doable, yes."
"Really?"
"If done correctly, you can do a lot with Mythril. I've never seen it in person though, this is a first and I would need to…spend some time with it to be able to do whatever you need me to do." Malcolm didn't want to get her hopes up in case this didn't work the way she was hoping. "Does someone need medicine? Is that why you saved me?"
"Partially, yes, but…Malcolm, there's something you need to know before we arrive in Wonderful. And it involves your sons – Glen and…Mark."
Glen and Mark. She knew his sons. His sons were alive? Malcolm thought about them frequently, remembering the day he had to leave them. He had left them at the house they had been staying in, during the revolution, the start of the DOV. Even then, rumors of what happened to the females had been… unsettling and he had taken off with Lily, intent on hiding her with relatives across the country. That… had not worked out the way he had wanted to at all.
"They're… alive?"
Taking his hand, Abigail knew this would be difficult for him to hear. She would not divulge Mark's secret about Glen sacrificing himself by giving his magic to Mark. That was not her secret to tell. "Only one, sir. And he's the current leader of Wonderful. Everyone calls him Undertaker or Taker. Malcolm, he doesn't know I'm here with Dean. He's off on a mission right now and Dean and I snuck out of Wonderful to come rescue you. We need you to convince your son magic is the only way to stop Bray and the DOV. They need to be stopped for good."
Abigail had no idea how right she was regarding magic being the only way that can stop Bray Wyatt and Malcolm decided it was his turn to tell her the reason. "You were right to come get me, Abigail. Because you see, magic IS the only way to stop Bray and to stop the DOV. But not the way you might think."
"W-What do you mean?"
"When I was taken along with my daughter, Lily, Bray already knew who I was. He wanted my sons – Glen and Mark, as well because of their magical abilities. Mark didn't have any, only Glen, but I had already sent them, or rather abandoned them, to run off to protect my only daughter." He looked down, feeling ashamed of himself for choosing his daughter over his sons. "When I was brought into the Dominion, I was forced to…put a protection spell on Bray Wyatt, preventing ALMOST any harm from coming to him."
"Oh my god…"
Malcolm nodded solemnly. "And the only way to break that spell is with two people from my bloodline…so if my son is alive, with magical abilities, we'll be able to break the spell over Bray Wyatt, if we can get close enough to him. Without the spell lifted, he is invulnerable."
Abigail felt the breath leave her body and could only sit there, covering her mouth with her hand.
Bray had never told her about this!
