Adele had woken up that morning, her wrist burning with a sensation she'd never felt before. Her room looked different as well. There were no blue walls, just lofty tan ones with peeling paint. Her sheets were an odd silk, and she was wearing nothing but her bra and underwear and a black men's dress shirt with the buttons done up wrong.
She placed her other hand on the pulsing burn on her opposite wrist and pushed down. The burn was still red, and it seared when she pressed down on it.
"Careful, Adele" a voice echoed. It was inside her head. Adele looked around, her red braid hitting her cheeks as she did so.
"Who's there?" she asked aloud. A boy with blue skin entered the room, followed by two men with brown robes covering their faces.
"Me. Oh, and my friends Micah and Enoch" the blue-skinned boy announced. He looked normal despite his blue skin. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of skinny jeans. Glitter rimmed his eyes, and his shirt sparkled under the light as well.
"That is Brother Micah to you, Blueberry" a voice sounded. The blue boy-Blueberry- laughed and walked closer to Adele. He sat on the foot of her bed and extended his hand.
"Hello, Adele. I'm Max. You can call me Blueberry, because if you can't tell, I'm blue" he finished. Adele extended her hand cautiously, and the boy took it and shook it.
"Where am I?"Adele asked. Max rolled his eyes and stood up again. He thrusted his arms out to the sides, and his glittery shirt was exposed.
"This, Adele, is the Los Angeles Institute" Max told her, spinning around. The two men in robes were hanging back, their hooded heads in the direction of Max.
"What happened?" Adele asked. Max stopped spinning and put his head in his hands, shaking his blue hair vigorously.
"You Shadowhunters, always so forgetful. Those mnemosyne runes don't work very well" Max spun on his heel and raced out of the room. The two robed men inched closer to Adele, their feet barely making a sound.
"Adele Herondale" one boomed inside her head. Adele looked up at them, her eyebrows furrowed.
"No, no, you've got it wrong. I'm Adele Fray" she told the men. At the same time, they slid their hoods off to reveal sunken in faces with the eyes and mouth stitched together. Adele screamed.
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Max came back in a few moments later with a boy who looked no older than 17- her age. He was wearing a leather vest and black jeans, and his boots made loud noises on the tile as he walked. His black hair was shaggy, and his blue eyes shone bright. His arms were covered in tattoos, as was his chest and every visible inch of skin.
The two boys approached Adele's bedside, which had long ben abandoned by the hideous men who claimed to be Silent Brothers, whatever those were.
"Adele, this is George Lovelace. George, this is Adele Herondale" Max introduced. George Lovelace nodded at her and waved.
"The last name is a little misleading. I do not love lace, no matter how many times Blueberry may insist upon it" George sneered, a scowl taking over his face and his hand yanking at Max's hair.
"Max, I have a question" Adele said slowly. Max yanked himself out of George's grip and looked at Adele.
"What is it? I'll probably be able to tell you the answer, unless it's something unusual" Max rolled out. George shook his head.
"Why does everyone keep calling me 'Adele Herondale'? I am Adele Fray" Adele insisted. Max smiled up at George, who looked at Adele.
"Ah, Fray. Such a glorious lie of a household name. You can't deny that Clarissa and Jace were the last people who would stop Shadowhunting" George sighed.
"How do you know my parents names?" Adele asked. She was growing impatient and uncomfortable now.
"Clary and Jace Herondale were the best Shadowhunters. You're their daughter, you just confirmed it. You're a Herondale, and you have Shadowhunter blood."