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NOTE:
All characters that I have not created belong to Cassandra Clare. The Plot also belongs to me...
Two shadowed figures ran through the night. Darting around the innocent people walking along the footpaths, each one unable to see the action before their eyes.
How lucky are they… "Shamus! We need to… Get off the street… I have a plan." The first figure yelled between breaths.
The second figure darted down an alley between two shops, the mass of flesh chasing them split in two to follow them both. The first figure moaned in frustration as his companion disappeared into the darkness.
As he ran he started to unzip the black hooded jacket he was wearing, he pulled the jacket off with one swift movement. Two ebony black feathered wings uncoiled from his body and he wrapped the jacket around his waist.
The mass of flesh started to pick up pace, catching up with him. Low moans and high pitch screams emitted from its flesh surface. The first figure leapt into the air, spread his wings and started to fly away. The thing below wailed and started to climb the buildings beside it, leaving deep scratches along the surface.
"Jamie! Dive, now!" The second figure appeared above him on the roof of the building, he drew out a small metal cylinder and jumped. With the flick of his wrist the cylinder extended revealing a spear with a serrated blade, dark marks engraved all over, they started to burn. He thrust it forward as he neared the beast, it cut through it like a knife in butter.
It fell onto the street below, dead, Shamus landed as light as a feather on top of its body. The second beast followed his actions and jumped off the roof. Shamus flicked his spear, the beast fell upon the blade killing it instantly.
The body came down on top of Shamus.
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