Chapter One: The Mark
What sets me out from the rest is my Mark. Now, you all don't believe me, but my story is just as true as fiction. I guess you all believe that I am crazy. Alas, you don't know the truth. Stupid mundanes, you can't rely on us all the time. I guess I can get on with my story.
I was born in New York and twelve years later my parents were murdered right in front of me. But let me go into detail about that night and you will get my story. That night I was up in my room reading about the Shadowhunters that my father and mother told me about. I got up when I heard a large bang from downstairs, then I walked to my door and opened it slowly to see my father walking up the stairs towards my room. I opened it a little more and he rushed in. He grabbed my arm and pulled out his stele.
"Dad, what are you doing?!" I asked surprised.
"I'm sorry Blaine, it's too late and you need this. Take this and go to the weapons room. It's down the hall and the fourth door on the right. Very evil things will come after you and try to kill you. Just take everything and run. Do as I say and just get out of here." He said and pressed the stele to my hand.
He made the mark of the angels and kissed my forehead. He put the stele in my hand and closed it, then mouthed the words 'Run now'. I grabbed my bag of clothes, extra money, and shoes and ran out of the room. I ran down to the fourth door on the right. I opened the door and grabbed any weapon that could fit in my bag.
Once I was done stuffing my bag and ran back to my room. I saw a demonic thing standing over my father, when it stabbed him with its pinchers. I screamed and ran out of the house. I held on tight to my bag as it bounced against my side. I finally slowed when I was stopped by a man standing on the street side.
"Hey kid, what are you doing here?" he asked and leaned towards me.
I backed up against a building and grabbed a knife that was in my pocket.
"G-get away from me!" I said shakily and held the knife out.
"Silly mundane, you have no- What is that on your hand?" he asked and leaned towards me.
I looked down at my hand and looked at the rune very sadly. It was too much. The man leaned towards me more and hissed.
"You smell of the angels! Stupid Nephilim, you cannot fool me!" He growled and lunged for my throat.
I screamed and flung the blade towards him. He hissed in pain and doubled over in pain. I grabbed the blade from his body and ran from the alley. I ran until I found an empty place to sleep. Well, it has been four years and I've grown quite a lot. There have been a few sightings of me killing demons that were killing mundanes.
I walked down the street and walked into a bar. I sat down at the bar with a bunch of warlocks, faeries, vampires, and werewolves staring at me. I glared at them from across the bar and grabbed a drink. I downed it and got up, then left the bar. I got into the alley way when a forsaken attacked me.
I swore very loudly and pulled out a seraph blade and launched myself into the deadly dance of blades. I felt its blade rip through my shirt and skin. I felt the blood start to pour down my abdomen and cried out in pain. I gave the forsaken a final stab and collapsed to my knees.
"Fuck, this just couldn't get worse." I muttered and started patching up my abdomen.
I put a bandage around my waist and sighed. This couldn't do much but only slow my death. I got up slowly and clutched my stomach and doubled over in pain. I heard some noise and felt weightless. Everything was just light and felt painful.
"Who is she Fredrick? Why did you pick her up and bring her here?" a voice asked from a distance away.
I groaned and tried to move but I was stuck in an unmoving world. I felt like I was going to try to puke on the ground, but I never found it. The world became endlessly black again.
"It's been so long Alec, I don't know if she'll ever wake up."
"I'm sure this girl will surface eventually. Look! Her hand moved, I'll go get my mother."
I opened my eyes slowly and blinked back the blinding lights. I saw a boy with short brown hair and green eyes staring at me. I blinked and groaned in pain when he shifted his weight from the side of the bed.
"Hey, you were out for a long time. We were all worried about you. I'm Kirk, what's your name?" He asked and put a hand on my arm.
"Okay… I-I'm Blaine. Where am I?" I asked and tried to sit up.
He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me gently back onto the bed. I pulled my arm out of his grip and groaned again because pain shot down to my stomach.
"Uggahh, that hurts…" I muttered as I rolled onto my side and clutched my midsection.
"Hey, don't move. We're just trying to help. What the hell attacked you?" He asked and turned me onto my back.
He trailed his hand up my abdomen and pressed very lightly on my stomach. I gave a cry of pain and squeezed my eyes shut. He took the pressure off of my abdomen and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Forsaken, those stupid things are going to be the death of me, litterly." I muttered and put my hands over my stomach.
Just then the door opened and a boy and a woman walked in. I looked at them and tried to slam my head on the headboard. The woman put a hand on my forehead and sighed.
"You need to sleep. No banging around with that stomach girl." She said sternly.
I nodded and smiled slightly.
"My name's Blaine, nice to have your help." I said with a small smile.
"Nice to meet you, and welcome to the Institute."