The troops slept silently their backs against the trees. They had set turrets for their protection, a constant watch with inferred scanners. The mini-guns attached meant business, the old technology making a loud noise to awaken the sleeping soldier's if an attack came their way. Against this world's magic, the technology didn't stand a chance, as the group of witches, crept through using their magical spells, taking the men during their sleep, among them being Abel.

The crowns crept along a long dreary path, walking the men they have taken captive in a net that their corrupted wolves now carried. The women wore black robes against their wrinkled skin; they were well aged, living unnatural life spans from their dark magic. Their long noses seemed to jet from their head, like a bird's beak. Their eyes were widened from their prolonged activity in darkened areas. They walked with a near limb, as they moved forward, looking at the other captives, in cells. The iron bars were in a circle around the ruins, the witches called home. This was a witch covet and the crowns' world.

Abel opened his eyes, as he woke stunned to find three old women around a small alter. The men woke one by one, glancing at their surroundings, as they looked at the circular room where other's had been stored away in cells. The dripping of water could be heard echoing a ways off, telling Abel that this place could be much bigger than what he could see. The men checked for their guns, noticing that there were gone.

"Sir, do these, women practice voodoo?" a man replied.

"I'm more worried how they got past our defenses." Another replied, tapping his hip for his pistol.

"Shut up" Abel hissed back at them.

"Hello!" a voice in the cell across yelled, "Help! Witches help!"

The sweat voice was none other than a young woman's no older than her teens. Abel tightened his jaw. These were witches, something Abel would joke about; this meant the practiced black magic, the works of Hell. Abel looked around, not even bothered by the dark surroundings.

"This place is giving me the creeps." A soldier said, pulling C-4 from his side.

Abel looked at the C-4 smiling, "give that here."

Sure thing boss," the soldier replied.

Abel pulled a knife out of his boot as he began to make precise cuts to the C-4. The bomb opened up as Abel looked at the uranium.

"Over here." Abel yelled, "I have a knife."

A witch turned walking with a small limp towards the man, as she smiled at him, "Now darling, hand me what's in your hands. "

Abel did as she said, placing the C-4 charge in her hand, along with is knife. The other soldiers, held back their smirks, as the witch walked away. Abel turned his back against the cell's gate, grabbing the trigger from his men.

"On the count of three, three," Abel shouted out, pressing the button on the detonator.

The explosion rang off, blasting the witches into pieces as the stones of the foundation trembled. Dust fell from the ceiling, as a blast mark was seen on the floor. The mess of a human laid upon the floor as noise was heard coming down a hall nearby. Two young women came forward dressed in similar black robes, along with another old woman. The raised in their heels as the bare footed woman slowly walked forward to meet the fair women.

"What spell could do such a thing?" The two young women asked, looking into the crown's eyes.

"None that I have seen, this is no magic; this is the wrath of our goddess." The witch answered, "Take one of the men, we must make a sacrifice."

The young female women walked forward, not much older than seventeen, they placed their hands on the gate, as the dragged one of Abel's men forward, with their magic. The man floated towards the young witches as they smiled. The old crown looked at the men, holding them back as the last youth opened the gate, slipping the man through their fingertips.

"Bring him back right now!" the soldiers yelled.

Abel sat against the wall, not caring much. He was a man down; he needed to find a way out before they slaughtered his troops. He just hoped the rest of his men would find him soon. They were probably still sleeping at camp. Abel looked around, the cell, there had to be a way out, and there always was.

The men at the camp opened their eyes to the dawning of the new sun. The turrets were still running, fully operational, but as they swept across their camp, they found their commander missing. The men grabbed their guns, looking for any signs of struggle, or tracks of animals, or humans. The men around camp had no idea how anything made it past their turrets, but forgot about that as they looked to recovering their men and commander.

"General, over here!" a captain shouted out.

"What is it soldier." General Joshua replied.

"We have female foot prints leading deeper into the forest."

"Here that, boys we're moving out! Grab your stuff and capsule the turrets."

The men soon followed, the General as they rushed through the forest fallowing the foot prints. The men wore heat googles, following the footsteps through excess heat signatures. The men held their rifles against their chest as they sprinted to tree to tree, nearing an old abandoned ruin, where the foot prints died.

"Target must be inside, hold up, we don't know everything that's in there." General Joshua replied, "You two take point."

The general's fingers fell down at the captain and sergeant as they moved forward. The two ran to the side of the ruins, as other's followed behind them.

"Night Vision," A soldier reminded.

Abel looked at the bars, their hinges week and rusty, He could probably get through, if he had a tool to break the hinges. The assassin grabbed a stick on the floor near him in the crammed cell. He followed the wall, with the stick, brushing it against the moss, as he found a week point in the hinge, prying it with the stick.

"Over here." Abel whispered.

The two teenage witches walked down the hall, as the fallowed their master, the crown. Abel knew that there were at least ten more witches in these halls. They had to locate their weapons and get out of here ASAP. The men glanced up looking at the sturdy stick as they leaned against it repetitively, as the hinge started to give. Suddenly they shifted once more, a huge snapping nose followed by a boom. The wooden stick had splintered by their force, and the gate was bent enough for one to crawl under.

"Go, go, go," Abel whispered with fury.

Each of the soldiers dragged their bodies quickly out of the gate. Their bellies scrapped they ground as they rushed through. Each of them ran forward, looking at their gear thrown on the floor. They quickly geared up as the witches entered the room. One of the teen witches threw a fire ball at one of the men, engulfing him with its deadly flame, as the rest of the soldiers ran for cover. Some took cover behind the walls, while others laid flat their shoulders' against the witches' alter.

The soldier's gave back heavy fire the echo being heard throughout the halls. The men outside the ruins charged in looking down each hall with their laser pointers, kneeling as they checked each corner. They followed a rather quick paste, as they continued. General Joshua and his group found themselves entering a dark and dreary hall, with no candles lit. The darkness was so great it was hard to make out shapes coming forward in the dark. The echoing of their growls gave them away as the corrupted wolves leaped towards the soldiers in the dark hallway. Joshua happened to be one of the unlucky men, as the wolves' tore him apart first. Wrapping their jaws around the poor general's throat. Thing's went dark before Joshua saw the light on the other end, letting him know he had met his end.

Abel slipped through the cracks in the cell's bars, being the last one out. It was currently four men in an empty room. Abel grabbed his rifle as he motioned with his head for them to keep moving.

"Sir with all due respect, what of the people here," A soldier asked.

"Leave them, they're a liability, we need to save our own hides." Abel reminded them.

Abel had seen magic cast from these being's hands. This wasn't the past, such an art would have been passed down through the ages if that was the case; this was a different dimension. It explained the trolls, and the other magical creatures. Abel took a deep breath, breathing in the fowl air in the dark ruins, leading his troops through the halls.

The men looked down, over General Joshua's mangled body; the wolves had taken his live and one other.

"Take their tags and go." One said.

They soldier's continued down the dark hallway going from five to three, from a single attack. They walked down the halls, finding a slot where the sun came through, a while down. They took a defensive position as more movement was seen through their night vision, this time, it was women.

"Should we fire?" one asked.

"No, their only a girl, look, she's not even a woman yet." Another replied.

"Walk around and avoid her."

The soldier's crept their way as the woman followed behind them.

"Sir she sees, us, and she's following."

"Is there something you need?" A man asked as the woman crouched down beside him.

The woman had beautiful brown eyes, and white pale skin. Her eyes were slightly bigger than normal, but nothing to worry about. Her black hair flowed down to her abdomen, as she smiled.

She leaned into his ear as she spoke, "Thy flesh."

Instantly the woman bit into the man's neck, as her white stained dress, caught the drips of his blood. The men fire instantly, at the woman. It wasn't until a head shot was made that the woman fell down to the ground dead.

"Are we dealing with Z's?" The man yelled in disbelief.

"Apparently, fire on sight, trust nothing."

Abel looked down the dark hall, as a man beside him held a torch. They couldn't see a thing down the hall.

"I'm taking point." Abel replied, taking the torch from his man's hands.

He came forward halting by each corner, peering over the edge. Over the stone edge, were three witches, eating a form of meat, and brewing potions; this was hell on earth. Abel moved forward with the torch, as his men locked their aim on the witches. The assassin wrapped his hands, over one of their mouths, quickly snapping her neck, with little to no noise. He moved forward slightly to the witch left of the one had just killed. He gripped the torch throwing it into the one ahead, before slamming the witch in front of him to the ground. He watched as one of the witches burned while the other unconscious.

"Let's leave this hell hole."

It took only seconds for the men to meet up with each other, quickly running from the witches covet.

"How long were we in there?" Abel asked, as they exited the ruin's to find the morning of a new dawn.

"I have no idea sir. But it took about an hour to get you out." A soldier replied.

"Very well, let's keep going. I have a score to settle, and I prefer that witches don't mess with that."