Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments

The sky was pitch black, the only source of light was the flickering lights of the rusty old street lamps that where scatted around the abandoned docks, which had been full of life merely two hours before. Boats bobbed in the docks and the almost silent ripple of the waves gave a calming effect to those around it. The chilly breeze sent the smell of salt water and fish through the gaps in the old run down warehouses and it whistled as it sailed through.

A group of rowdy teenagers ran through the slippery streets of the docks hollering and screaming oblivious to the figure lurking in the shadows that followed them. The teenagers came to a halt further down to where the docks met the beach and then broke out into a sprint, into the darkness. Their shouts where voiced back as another group came into view.

Three groups where here tonight; the bystanders who had come to see the show and crowded around the two opposing groups, Undead Fire (The Flames) dressed in black and red leather with daggers and any weapon they could salvage in their hands and the Electric Wolves (The Wolves) dressed in black leather with pieces of dark blue ribbon tired in their hair and around their bodies, they two carried weapons.

The figure wasn't interested in their little gang fight, she was here to fulfil her promise. Her only concern was getting the boy, the leader of the undead fire, out of there still breathing. Concealed by the buildings she watched intently as the golden eyed boy shouted taunts to the opposing side. He was going to get himself killed the figure thought bitterly, oh look there is my stupid idiot of a brother too. Now she had to look after him, just another person to worry about.

The taunting stopped as an Electric wolf rushed at the golden boy. Damn it Jace! The figure growled and moved closer getting her weapons at the ready, this was going to get bloody very quickly. Wolves and Flames launched into battle, screams filled the sky and blood dripped onto the sand, some bystanders scattered off. Wise choice. The screech of metal on metal filled the air and the figure resisted the urge to cringe, this was not a time for weakness.

The battle was going to a coming to a new type of bloody people lay groaning on the floor. Each side was tiring, she saw a wolf with his knife in the air about to come down on her brother and she notched and arrow sending it flying at such a force it knocked the knife out of his hand giving her brother a way to win.

Her eyes travelled to the golden boy who was surrounded by three people. She was getting ready to step in when she saw her brother defeat his opponent and move to help. She slipped back into the shadows and went to retrieve her arrow. She knew her brother saw it and that he would go looking for it afterwards. She couldn't let him find out about her, not that he would recognise the arrow but all he needed to know was that his little innocent Clare Bear was at home and 'oblivious' to everything around her. If only he knew what happened two her from ages 4-14 he would know she was as far away from innocent as one could get.

She retrieved her arrow and slung her bow over her shoulder pulling out her twin daggers. The Flames where loosing, it was her time to shine.

Jace threw a punch to the gut of his opponent who swift dogged and threw an upper cut to Jace's chin. His head snapped back as his teeth sank into his lips and he winced swallowing the blood, the less of his DNA left behind the better. Jumped to the side as his opponent rushed forward and Jace ungracefully tackled the wolf to the ground throwing multiple punches to his face. The sight of a black clocked figure fighting three wolves caught his eye and he lost concentration.

His opponent flipped them over pinning Jace's arms to the floor with his knees. Sorry buddy. Thought Jace as he kneed the guy in the balls, he winced at the thought of that type of pain.

Meters away Jonathan laughed as he dogged another blow,

"Come on Sebastian, That's the best you got?"

The Black haired boy growled and lunged forward with his knife aiming at Jonathans left arm. Jonathan went to block the strike when Sebastian changed his direction and the knife plunged to Jonathan's right bicep, he hissed in pain. With his left arm Jonathan aimed for a punch to his nose when Sebastian was hauled backwards. A short dark cloaked figure smacked the hilt of its dagger to his head and Sebastian lost consciousness. When he looked up from Sebastian's crumpled body the figure was nowhere to be seen.

The dark figure rushed home cursing, the fight would only last about five more minutes and it only took about ten to get home. That was barely enough time to hide her weapons and get into the sleeping position, knowing very well that her brother would check on her as soon as he got home.

The figure jumped into the neatly trimmed bushes of a traditionally neat baby blue two-story house with white trimmings. The figure scaled the wall and climbed into a second story window at the back of the house. The figure entered the room and pulled down her hood revealing a short pale girl with fiery red curly hair and bright emerald eye's. She dashed into her cupboard and opened the door behind it leading to a secret room where she hung up her weapons and stripped off her duelling clothes revealing long green cotton pyjama's that matched her eyes. She hung up her clothes, slipped back threw her cupboard and jumped into bed.

She breathing became soft and she closed her eyes. She heard her brother returning to his room and snuggled further into her bed. She heard her door open, her brother's laboured breaths and then the click of the door shutting as he returned to his room.

That was to close she thought as she fell asleep, to close.

This chapter is really short only 1000 words because it is the first but normal chapter length will be around 2000-3000 words. I'm really looking forward to righting this story. Please review and all constructive criticism is welcome.

Ash