Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments, and neither do you, no matter how much you cry and beg.
Number three, peeps! I'm so proud of myself. Enjoy yourselves.
A blonde boy trailed the big man into an alley. He had been careful not to let the man know that he was being followed, but at the last moment, he couldn't resist letting his foot splash in a puddle. The man whirled around, fear evident in his eyes.
"Who- who are you? What do you want?" he asked, his voice quavering. The boy smiled wickedly.
"I was paid to get rid of you." At that, he raised his knife, but before he could throw it, he heard a door open, sirens wailing, and several guns cocking.
"Freeze! FBI!" The boy's smile slid off his face.
"Shit!" He reached into his pocket, faster than anyone could see, and fired off three rounds from a Glock 17 pistol. The man was dead before he hit the ground. Then the boy ran. In a moment, he was at the other end of the alley, but the police had planned for that. In seconds, he was cuffed by police who were standing at the other end, waiting for him. "Let go of me, bastards!"
"Oh, shut up, Lightwood." One of the officers hit him on the head with the butt of his gun, and the boy crumpled to the ground. His companion snickered.
"Jace Lightwood, the infamous hit man. Your reign of terror ends now."
Kay, guys, I need some help with this. Who's got some good ideas? Lay it on me. Reviews, PMs, whatever, but I need feedback if I'm going to continue.