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Purgatory
Ichabod woke up surround by a dark forest, the shock of seeing his father fall apart into a glowing demon giving him a pause. He surveyed the field of shadows and trees as people - if they can still be called people - walked past him. A shiver went down his spine, he contemplated that if he had accepted the tainted cup would he then joined their soulless rank. His thoughts instantly raced to Abigail.
“Leftenant.” He whispered searching around him, “Leftenant.” He called louder, still unsure of Moloch reach in this realm. As he rose he searched in a more fervent manner worried his inaction may have caused him to lose someone else of such great importance. He spotted her in the grass a few feet from him as he raced to her side he reached out to touch her. As his hand touched her back she woke with a gasp turning to look at him, her eyes wide with fear.
“Leftenant, It is I,” He assured her, touching her cheek with his large hand gently, finding her eyes he hoped his own were showing her that he wasn’t simply another vision cooked up by Moloch to allude her.
“Parish’s warning was in good faith. Our bond is indeed strong.” He added offering his hand to her as support.
“Yeah…” Abbie whispered, her eyes glancing at all directions as she rose to her feet, “Let’s go find your wife and get home.” She clasped his hands as she looked into his eyes.
“Of course, Leftenant.”
Meanwhile in Sleepy Hollow
Jenny sat on the floor of the underground conservatory reading Corbin's secret files.
“You had a lot of secrets, old man,” she told to the empty room, as she flipped through the files, “It’s a shame you couldn’t share them.” She sighed as the mix of feelings welled up inside her, she might be disappointed but she could understand that the work she had being doing for him had to be secret, that was how Corbin rolled, he kept those he cared about in the dark. Jenny jumped when suddenly the door burst open to reveal Frank Irving, he walked with purpose towards her.
“Whoa! Frank, can’t you knock?”Jenny yelled back as she hid the files underneath some books.
“Where’s Mills?” Frank queried no time for Jenny’s snide humour.
“Unavailable.”Jenny answered her toned made for business unsure if Abbie wanted Frank to know she had ventured to another realm.
“I need to talk to her. We got trouble.” Frank told her as he pulled out his phone looking down at the screen then back at Jenny. “We don’t have time for unavailable.”
“What kind of trouble?” Jenny asked leaning forward. Abbie hadn’t mentioned anything that morning, passed that she and Ichabod were going to purgatory to try and save Katrina. Being possessed takes some serious wind out of your sails along with long nightly confessions with your sister.
“Where do I start,” Frank questioned as he started pacing, “My higher ups wanna charge my daughter for a crime she couldn’t have commit , and I can’t just go up to them and tell ’Well sir, the culprit was an incorporeal spirit who used my daughter body to kill and help bring about the apocalypse’. Along with that when I need your sisters help the most, she is ‘unavailable.” He came to a stop in front of Jenny.
Jenny had a shocked look on her face which faded into a bemused one. “Well, if that's all, why didn’t you just say so?” She jumped and grabbed Abbie's laptop. Opening it she began to type as Frank stood there in a stupor, after pouring his deepest fears onto this girl she all but laughed at his face.
“What do you mean if that's all?” Frank questioned as he approached Jenny who now had her phone out.
“You think that in all of my years of working with mystical artifacts and such I didn’t get some ‘legal’ help?”Jenny tsked at Frank with an offended look.
“And that means….” Frank watched as Jenny made a phone call in what sounded French.
“Give me ten to twenty minutes and I promise to have a way out for your daughter,” Jenny assured him, with a wink.
Purgatory
Abbie stared ahead as Ichabod led them towards the glowing chapel. Fear and a small shiver of excitement ran through her at the thought of reuniting Ichabod with his wife. Remembering the pain she saw in his eyes when he had burned the purgatory map. It had hurt to learn that he had used his photographic memory to redraw the map but if Abbie had the same ability and Jenny was the one in purgatory there was no doubt that she would have done the same.
“Hmpf!” She grunted as she stumbled into Ichabod's back.
”What is it, Crane?” She moved to stand at his side, her eyes roamed over the chapel than the field ahead filled with lost souls eager for salvation. Abbie looked up searching her partner eyes and finding the same desperation she felt mirrored on his.
She swallowed hard before murmuring, “Crane”, he shook his head as if to silence her, but she had already asked the million dollar question, “What is it?”
Ichabod exhaled loudly, looking up at the chapel’s cross, then at Abbie “In that chapel is my wife who for close to two hundred years has been under the watch of a demon. My Wife, who I should have protected. Who by the way, I should have known was a witch but in my ignorance made her chose to put me under a spell that put her in a position of the most undesirable nature-”
“Crane,” Abbie grabs Ichabod's jacket lapels pulling him to her eye level “She choose to put you into that sleep, she choose to not tell you about the magic and I’m sure she had her reasons, and now that we’re going to get her out of here. The both of you can patch up your issues but first,” Abbie smooths his coat lapels with a smile. “You have to take the first step. I got your back.”
“Thank you, Leftenant.”Ichabod whispers a kind of wondrous expression replacing the pensive one.
Abbie smiles turning towards the chapel “We’re in this together, remember, Our Fates are entwined.” putting her fist out towards him.
“Yes,”Ichabod smiles and bumps his fist with hers “from the very beginning.”
They both walked side by side toward the chapel ready to face whatever lays ahead.
At the Underground Washington grave
A dark skinned woman with an afro stands in a familiar forest atop rubble looking into a Gold bowl filled with a murky liquid. Her bare feet a sharp contrast to her tailored suit.
“Mistress, the car is ready.” A young man wearing shades says to the mysterious figure.
“A moment, Daniel.”She whispers as she pours the liquid on the rubble it sinks in not leaving a mark. A silence falls on the forest, deafening in a way, suddenly the rocks beneath her feet began to move. A hand pushes through the rocks as Andy Brooks climbs out. His body returned to his original form, His sweatshirt and jeans torn and tattered surprisingly his body is all but unscathed saved for the mark on his chest. A circle with a six-pointed star in the center with multiple lines and bubbles crossing through.
“Who are you?” He growls looking the woman up and down. His eyes seem to glow a dull gold before fading to their original brown.
She smiles flashing fangs as she hands the bowl to the young man at her side. “A friend,My dear,”She waves her hand in an extratravengent fashion her nails flashing in the sun. “Come, we have much to discuss.”