Hey is my first fanfic so go easy on me! :)

This is set in CoLS. Hope you like it! Please review, I'd appreciate it! x

Clary POV

I walk down the long paths of Central Park as the biting autumnal air hugs my slim, pale body. The colour of the leaves from the tall, bushy trees have already turned to an array of reds, oranges and yellows with hints of green peeking through the undergrowth. As the chilly breeze meanders its way up my spine, I suddenly realize that I haven't layered up on my clothing enough as I really should have done, now that it's nearly winter here in New York. My close to numb fingers rake through my curly, red hair that is a similar shade to the vibrant dark red leaves on the trees that loom overhead as I slowly sit down on the closest park bench in a trance.

I scan the luscious green lawn directly opposite from my position on the bench and reminisce back to the time when Simon and I played with a Frisbee we found next to the lake in sophomore year. Simon threw the Frisbee so hard that it hit a tall broad guy right in the head. He got so angry that he chased us for a good one hundred meters before we lost him. We both collapsed against a tree gasping for breath from laughing so hard and from flat out sprinting across paths and clumsily weaving through fellow pedestrians. I let a smirk tug up the corner of my chapped lips as I remember the days without knowing the existence of Shadowhunters, demons and Downworlders. Oh, how simple those days were.

I snap out of my daze to welcome a twilight sky amongst the grey city skyline. It's getting dark now so I start to make my way back to the subway to head home, before Mum and Luke start to worry. I head to the subway station on 59th Street as my hair whips around my cold face, clinging to my eyes and mouth. As I near the Apple Store, my mind wanders to three months ago to when Jace took me shopping for a whole day on 5th Avenue.

Jace.

An overwhelming amount of memories flood through my mind in a flurry, flicking before my eyes. The first time I met Jace, when he first kissed me in the halls of the Institute, when I was told he was my brother by Valentine, when I found out he wasn't my brother and finally to when he was gone. Gone. Disappeared. Ripped away from my grasp by my evil brother Jonathan. Tall, dark and ruthless Jonathan or how he prefers to be called, Sebastian. A surge of immense hate and rage consumes my small body, reaching all the way down to my toes and up to my head. I hate him. I hate him so much I could let all my anger out on the slender, pretty lady striding next to me in the crowded street. He took Jace, my Jace, away from me.

It's now been two months since Sebastian and Jace disappeared. The Clave have been going out of their minds trying to find any leads on as to where they could be hiding, with no success. Not to mention how devastated the Lightwoods have been with the loss of Jace. That's two children gone in less than a year. First Max and now Jace who is god knows where.

I glance around to find that I am on a deserted street. I must have been so deep in thought that I forgot where I was walking. Great, I'm angry, lost and alone. I let out an exasperated sigh as I pull out my phone. The screen is black and a low battery icon is flashing before me, signaling the battery is dead. Ok, now I'm in trouble. New York really is a concrete jungle when you get lost.

A long lamppost casts an eerie orange glow onto the ground before me, setting off highlights in my hair and catching the light every time I move my head to search for street signs. The scuff off my black Chelsea boots on the concrete floor bounces off the surrounding walls and creates an echo every time I desperately look for signs of life to find nothing. Nothing except for the faint sound of taxi beeps and hums of traffic. I decide to make my way towards the sounds when I stop as I hear a bang of a trashcan. I pull out my stele from the back of my high wasted jeans and stand as still as a statue, my eyes frantically scanning the area before me. I have a feeling someone is watching me, their gaze boring into all sides of my petite frame.

I gulp nervously. I am shaking slightly, not entirely sure if its from the frigid weather or the anxious feeling building up in my chest. I need to focus. Remember all the tactics from the days of training in the Institute, especially from the past few months, from letting out all my emotions in the training room when Jace was gone. I'm stronger than I used to be, I can do this.

I whip around again, stele in hand as I hear another rustling noise closer to where I am. Another sound and I nearly give myself whiplash as I swerve around to find my self in front of two tall, muscular and slim figures. Both of the men stare down at me with excitement and a hint or danger in their black and gold orbs, smirks plastered on their handsome faces. My green eyes widen as I recognize the two mysterious boys and I stumble backwards a little. I know these men; I know them very well. Suddenly, it all rushes to me as I know why they're here.

They're here for me.