The Glittery Adventure with Magnus Bane

Magnus Bane had been staring at himself in the mirror for minutes now, mesmerized by how awful and tired he looked. Bloodly grazes and purple bruises covered him, like droplets on a rainy day and not to mention the dirt and dust in his hair and on his clothes. His black nail polish was chipped into uneven star like shapes, and his rings were scrapped of their silvery colour. He had small cuts on his lengthy fingers and on the top of his palm, as he looked at his hands that were leaning on the bathroom bench. His black hair falls in front of his catlike eyes, and he breathed lightly. Magnus closed his eyes, letting them burn the tired tears away, and he opened them seeing his buckled up pain leather shoes droop mud on the white tiles, below him. I can't believe I agreed to this, he thought to himself. A spark of anger approaches his stomach and he can't help but punch his fist into the glass mirror I front of him.

The mirror cracked, and made his reflection messy, like an unfinished puzzle and pieces fell from the white frame into the sink. And also fall on his hand that was still on the bench. Magnus shook his head as his looked at his bloody knuckles and tried to prick the small fragments of glass out with his fingernails. He didn't succeed, he just sighed in a breathe. He quickly snapped his fingers and the glass was pulled out of his knuckles softly by the air around him. The fragments dropped to the tiles making clinging noises and small droplets of blood lumped over the wounds, though there was no pain. Magnus washed his hands, and his face clearing up the blood and dirt off his tanned 'Asian' skin. He than tried to wash away the smudged eyeliner that had increased the colour of the tiredness of his face, making dead like looking rings around his catlike eyes. Magnus slipped his shoes off, and hopped into the shower beside the sink.

The bathroom light flickered on and off as he walked out to the carpeted floor of his bedroom, with a towel around his waist and his lightly muscular arms were holding his dirty clothes. The windy afternoon air frizz up small hairs on Magnus's bear back and he hung his long leather dusty jacket on his coat rack next to his door. Magnus strode to his cupboard and lazily picked out a easy black t-shirt and a pair of black leather jeans. After he dried himself, he chucked his purple shirt and his ripped black trousers, on his bed and changed into his clean clothes. His tattoos on his forearms and chest felt like they were burning into his skin, as the cuts he had gotten were healing slowly. Magnus looked at his bed that had muddled sheets and his dirty clothes covering the middle of the mattress, and sunlight spurting different shapes on the bed spread, out of the windows. He was tired but, his heart pulsed vastly to keep him awake. If he went to bed now, he won't be able to fall asleep.

He sighed, and walked out of his room with a whistle. A slight greeting meow came from a small light grey ball of fur on the sofa. Magnus smiled at Chairman Meow, as its eyes gleamed a yellowy colour in the curtained sunlight. His bear feet slid to the kitchen and he grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl, to bothered to make anything to eat. Magnus flicked his hair out of his eyes as he strode to the end of the bench seeing the weekly pile of envelopes for him. He sniffed and carelessly levitated the papers to the bin and whistled to the fridge. Magnus opened he fridge door and scanned the slightly empty shelves, for something else to eat as he had almost finished the apple. Then there was a sudden loud knock at the Magnus's front door interrupting him from pouring a glass of cold water. He breathed and placed the small jug of icy water in the fridge and walked casually to the door.

Magnus looked through the small glass peek hole in the door, with one of his catlike eyes and he saw Simon Lewis of all people. Magnus thought to himself, should I even bother opening the door? How did he get up here, anyways? I didn't buzz him up, did I? Perhaps I'll just stay quiet and he will probably go away. Magnus heard Simon groan in annoyance, "Magnus, I need your help. Can you open up?" Magnus flicked his spiky wet hair out of his eyes, and opened the door gently. Simon's eyes rises from the floor, behind wide brimmed glasses. His curly brown hair danced in rings on his forehead. Magnus looked head to toe of Simon, seeng what he was wearing, an ordinary black t-shirt with 'hello Brooklyn' written in sequins across the chest, with a grass green hoodie, black jeans and black canvas shoes that looked like they had been sifted with flour over the top.

"And what assistance does a vampire like you, need from a ordinary warlock like, me?" Magnus asked as Simon blinked at him, "Better yet, why do you come to my presence at this time in the afternoon, Simon?"

"Magnus, no need for that. I do need your help." Simon sounded out of breathe, this struck Magnus with worry, and listened. "It's not me, who needs your help. But, it's a matter of life or death."

"Then, who needs Magnus Bane's beauty to awaken them from their... cacoon, this time then, Simon?" Magnus was getting tired by then, and his eyes wanted to drop just then and there.

"Jace." Simon spurted out of his mouth in a rush, with hesitation or laughter.

"I see. I wouldn't of thought you would be the one to run to my door, when mister Herondale needed a saviour. I would of thought of someone much smaller and with red hair, to clumsily step into my apartment." Magnus smiled at him, though Simon didn't smile back.

"If you are talking abut Clary, I don't-"

"Ah! Clary that's the one. How is she, if I may add?"

"Magnus there is no time for this chit-chat, you must help me." Simon's voice raised and intensified. Magnus's eyes starred at Simon. It's not his fault, he thought, he is just worried about his ... Friend.

"Very well, Lewis, we shan't leave mister Herondale to perish. You must tell me what had happened, so I know what to do to help." Magnus gestured his hand for Simon to come in to his home, and he did. Magnus closed the plain door with a smirk, as he heard Simon stomping down the hallway.

... Meanwhile, in a pond in central New York ...

Duck: Denna didn't you...just... Let off?

Denna Duck: no. No, no, Duffy. I certainly didn't.

Duck: Oi, Terence! Denna just let off a piece of bread!

Terence Duck: 'Enna dats tis 'isgusting!

Denna: I did not, Duffy! You got to believe me Terence.

Duck: Denna, how much times do I have to tell you, that, my name isn't Duffy Duck?! It's just Duck. Just Duck! I'm not a fictional Disney character and I'm certainly not black! I'm grey! Grey! *storms off...waddles off, I mean*

Pidgin: what's his problem, Denna? *shrug*

To be continued...so stay tuned. Hoped you liked it. REVEIWS please.