Just so you guys know, this is going to go on for a while...
I don't own any of these characters (I have a few OCs, not that much now, but more later), Cassandra Clare owns these charctes and the mortal instruments. Let's begin!
City of Steel
A fanfic by GabeIn8er (my screen name)
Jace wasn't entirelly sure why he was going to this boat, his father's boat, in the middle of the night. He looked down at the world, just zooming past him, he could smell his motorcycle's exhaust choking him and filling his sinuses. Idiot said a voice in his head that just showed up.
"Excuse me?" He asked out loud.
You're an idiot
"Why?"
Going to your father's boat in the middle of the night on a stolen flying vampiric motorcycle
"Great, my concious is Alec."
You should kiss Magnus
"And it knows sarcasm. Great."
I'M NOT 'IT'!
"I'm just ignoring you now." He pushed down the voice. Over the years, he got used to this, and it came naturally. With his shirt flapping by the tiny bit of leftover shirt area, and the taste, smell, and overall feel of the moist ocean air, he found it hard not to think about other things.
With these things, he thought of Clary, with her silky smooth flaming red hair, and her beautiful emerald green eyes that shone so brightly that all of the stars, the moon, and the sun are cold, damp, dark balls of ice in comparison...
COMING BACK IN HERE! Stop thinking about your sister that way...
"GODDAMITT! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!" He yelled as a reply.
Imagine if anyone saw you right now...
"Could you, O so kindly, SHUT UP?"
No
He was about to respond when a seagull divebombed into his face. He cursed colorfully while landing the motorcycle on the boat. He kicked the kick brake and got off. His first steps on the hard wood that had almost turned into steel resonated a eerie clap that sent shivers down his spine.
"Hello son." Said a voice behind him. He turned around to see his father, Valentine.
"Do you like my boat?"