I saw all of your reviews, and I always meant to try and update, but things came up, and schoolwork was piling up, and I'm trying to manage the two teams I'm on, plus trying to save some time for something outside of work I've heard is called "fun". I had to delete the previous story 'cause it went too long without being updated or something, so I'll try to revise the last one, and make something as similar to it as possible. So, without further ado, I bring you, The Mortal Instruments- Alec and Clary
(I do not own The Mortal Instruments all credit goes to Clarissa Clare.)
"Hey Mom, I'm going out with Simon tonight." I called out to my mom who was downstairs bringing in some of her new art supplies.
"Sure, just make sure to be home by ten." She said a little too quickly. When I got down the stairs and actually saw her, she was rushing around placing things in cupboards and running around again to sharpen some knives.
"Are you expecting someone?" I asked her.
"Uh, sort of… I'll tell you when you get home, 'kay?" She said, a little more calmly than before."
"Sure thing, I'll remind you." I said as I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door. When I got outside I saw Simon just outside the door.
"Great timing, huh?" He said in his goofy tone I just loved.
"Really great. So, the Pandemonium?" I asked.
"Yup! Pandemonium it is, the destination for this birthday girl." He said with a small bow.
"Simon, you don't have to go if you don't want to." I told him, I knew that he hated clubs, he'd much rather curl up with his comic books then bug me about them the next day.
"Nah, I think it'll be fun." He said assuringly.
"All right, if you say so." I said, and we hailed a taxi then headed for the Pandemonium. When we got there, you could feel the energy, even from the outside with the neon sign, and the music you could feel slightly vibrating the floor. When we were in line, a blue-haired boy in the front was explaining to the bouncer his costume, which was quite ridiculous; a vampire hunter costume with a foam wooden stake. When the bouncer let him in, he slid in with a gracefulness I'd never seen before, like a snake slithering into it's nest.
"What, you think he's cute?" Simon said noticing my interest.
"No, who do you think I am?" I responded giving him a light punch which he pretended to act like it was a seismic slam. When we got in, the fog and the music got my blood rushing, and I literally dragged Simon over to the dance floor. He was such a horrible dancer, he looked like a puppet with a puppet master who didn't know how to work the strings, and ended up just bouncing on his toes with little to no motion of the arms at all. Eventually, he gave up dancing and asked, "Do you want a drink?"
"YEAH!" I yelled over the music, then continued dancing, the music rushing through my veins. Once Simon left, something shiny caught my eye. Two boys had walked into the club. At first, I saw no evidence of something shiny, until the golden haired boy tilted something sharp in his hand just enough for the blade to catch the light in the club: a knife. At first I took in a sharp intake of breath, then when the boys started to stealthily move around the group of people towards the storage room, I stopped my gaping and followed them with not a thought to what would happen if those boys were dangerous.
As I slid through the crowd, and murmured apologies to the people who's toes I'd squished beneath my less than coordinated feet, and subtly hid behind a pillar close to the storage room, I saw the two boys slide into the room and close the door. After a few seconds of scoping the room to look for Simon, I noticed that the blue haired boy was gone too. How strange, I don't think anyone leaves a club that quickly. I thought to myself. Probably went to the bathroom or something. I concluded when I stepped around the pillar to creep up to the storage room door. When I didn't hear anything come from the other side, I opened the door as subtly as I could and stepped in. Upon my first step, I almost tripped over the wires on the floor. Luckily, I didn't see the boys anywhere, so I continued to make my way over the wires to a shelf, which I crouched behind. For a moment, I thought that the girl was an angel with her long white dress and thigh high boots, once I saw the tattoos on her arms, I ruled that chance out. She was holding a golden whip, and the two boys were typing something, no someone to the concrete pillar in the middle of the room with what looked like piano strings. That someone was the blue haired boy I had seen. He wasn't even acting human when I saw him now, he was thrashing and growling and struggling against the wire once the boys stepped away from him.
"Where are the others?" The girl demanded.
"What others?" The blue-haired boy asked innocently.
"You know, your other demon friends." The golden boy responded.
"Oh, I know nothing of them. They went off to carry out some sort of mission that my boss told them. I'm here alone." The boy said somewhat demonically.
"Who is your boss then?" The other boy asked, who I noticed had midnight black hair and ocean blue eyes, in any other circumstance, I may have thought he was cute, but in this scenario, he was fierce, like a puma crouching among the trees.
"Valentine." The blue-haired boy answered simply.
"Valentine is dead." The girl said, and lashed the boy with her whip. "Who is your real master?"
"I told you, Valentine."
"And I told you, he's dead." She lashed at him again.
"I SWEAR! I could lead you to him, please." He said, and I saw that black blood was now trickling down his face where the whip had hit him.
"Great. Another one that won't talk." Isabelle said curling her whip around her wrist. "Boys? Would you take care of that for me?"
"Certainly." The golden haired boy said drawing out the knife I saw earlier. At this, I couldn't take it any longer.
"STOP!" I screamed. The four of them turned, and a confused, startled expression was written all over their faces.
"What are you?" The girl said recomposing herself already unwinding her whip from her wrist. I took a step back.
"A girl with a phone who has 9-1-1 on speed dial right now." I said back at her.
"They can't help you now." The golden haired boy said as he leaped and knocked me down.
"Time we find out what you are isn't it?" He said, and the black haired boy walked over with something that resembled a pen but glowed like the moon. When I saw that the golden haired boy was about to cut me with his knife, I started to push him off of me, but he was way to heavy, and way too strong. Once he cut me, the black haired boy pressed the pen to my blood, and the tip of the pen shined gold. The both of them looked even more startled than before.
"So what is she Alec?" I heard the girl ask the black haired boy who apparently was named Alec. I used this time of confusing to my advantage and I shoved the boys off of me, and I heard the girls whip lash near my hand, but it didn't connect with my flesh. I dashed out the door, and on my way knocking over a few people until I found Simon and I pulled him out of the club and hurriedly hailed a taxi.
"What's going on Clary?" Simon asked wiping some of the juice off his shirt that I'd spilled on him while I was dragging him out the door.
"I can't explain it. I have to tell my mom first." After I told the driver his address then mine, we took off and Simon was clearly trying to figure out what had happened.
"I'll call you later, and I'll explain everything then." I said once we made it to his house and he paid his fee.
"Sure thing, but don't forget." He said a bit worriedly.
"Don't worry, I'm sure it's fine. I'm still a bit confused myself." I told him, and the driver took off, leaving Simon behind in a confused state. When we got to my house and I paid the fee and stepped out the door, something happened, I thought to myself. But by that time, the driver had driven off and the taxi turned the corner. When I walked inside, I saw that our door had been blown from its hinges and the splinters from the impact were strewn across the floor. Mom! I ran up the stairs, and when I got into the apartment, the furniture was in pieces, and the knives I saw my mom sharpening earlier were no longer in their sheathes, but in the walls and one was still on the counter. A few of the walls had holes in them from something that was the size of a head. When I went upstairs to my room, I saw that only the bathroom door was in pieces, so I ran into my room and tried to dial 9-1-1, but the cable was cut, and when I pulled out my phone, it appeared that I had run out of battery from unknown causes.
"Dammit!" I yelled, and began looking for my charger. When I found it and managed to plug it in the outlet, I heard footsteps down stairs, and I hid in my closet, leaving my phone on the charger in the outlet waiting to get enough charge to work. Soon, I heard footsteps right outside my door and enter my room. I heard some shuffling of the paper on my desk, but nothing too destructive. The footsteps seemed to circle my room observing every little detail. Then, the footsteps stopped right outside my door, and the door was pulled open.
Just a little cliff-hanger to keep you entertained. Please leave reviews and constructive criticism, and I just realized that this story will be nothing like the last. I will try to update soon! ^_^
~Kinzupa~