Its a one-shot prologue I started writing in Chem one day. Lots and lots of OCs planned. Note: Alexander is NOT Alec Lightwood, he is an OC. Please comment and review, need to know if the story is going to continue. I do not own The Mortal Instruments Trilogy or any of the characters used in the aforementioned books.


Prologue

Alexander Dixon Lightwood strolled down the street towards the Institute. Dad is totally going to stick a seraph blade in his eye when he sees what I did to the training room, he thought. Then again- when didn't his dad flip out when he did something reckless? He scanned the pot-holed, McDonalds-wrapper littered street. There were one or two hobos, and a Oh-Im-a-gangsta-because-I-carry-a-scary-water-gun-so-you-better-beware idiot leaning against a grafittied building with his shorts nearly around his knees. Alex was glad he didn't give in to that stupid fad. He certainly didn't need his jeans sliding down to his ankles when he was fighting a Marala demon in the bathroom of a Wal-Mart.

He jammed the up button on the gilded elevator his aunt Maryse had installed. It rattled down and the gates slid open to reveal a blonde mundie girl he neither knew nor cared to know. He thought about the extremely entertaining conversation Seb would have with Marie when Alex told him she was letting a mundie come in and out of the Institute as she pleased. He laughed at the scene, a short, thin-as-a-stick Sebastian screaming at a muscular (for a girl) Marie who was a foot taller than Seb. He sidestepped the staring girl and shoved the '2' button as hard as he could, hoping to escape her staring. Even though he knew he was good looking and always got the girl for it, he came down with slightly rare episodes of muting silence. A shadowhunter in Los Angeles even had the nerve to ask him if he was a recent Silent Brotherhood inductee. Needless to say, he kicked his ass. As he let his mind wander ont he way up in the agonizingly slow golden elevator, he began to think about the story his dad had told him earlier that day…