All of the shadowhunters except the twins and our favoriet Brit are infact not owned by me (no matter how much I wished they were) but are however owned by Cassandra Claire.
Chp. 1
My head was buzzing after the 6th drink.,but now it has passed 20 and my vision is
blurred. Oh to be Irish. With a bleedin idiot leading me around the world, and every
single place we go he gets Des and me a job in an under ground illegal fight bar. How he
manages to find these places is beyond my reconing. I have no idea nor do I need to
know, because currently I need to fight my own brother.
When my mind comes back to reality defaning noise assaulted my mind as a pressure
also pushed against my chest holding my body to the cardboard "ring". I bucked
knocking my brother up and off my body. As Des got up I jumped from the ground to
my feet right away launching a powerful roundhouse kick to his gut. Blood spurtted
from his mouth when he gasped. An ice shard stabbed through my heart, but Des, Rader,
and I have to live off the bets earned durring these matches. When Des dropped to his
knees head bent and blood pouring from his nose and dripping from the corners of his
mouth onto the floor, I looked at him sick but eyes soon adverting to the 2 teens at the
back of the room.
A confused look passed over my face as I took in the black haird boy and
goldhaired /eyed boys leaning on the double doored underground entrance, both dressed
like shadowhunters. "Maggs finnish him!" Rader's yell broke my daze. With a snarl I lept
onto my brothers shoulders flipping us both over, and heared a sickening thud as Des's
body layed limp and unresponsive on cardboard. One tear rolled down my cheek as I
stared at him not seeing my 17 year old twin anymore. On the mat (card board) lay
Sean's body; broken, bloodless, burnt, and small.
So small he had only been 7 after all when that happened. The memory of that event still
leaves me hollow inside, and remembering the flames licking at the sides of our home
sickens me. Rader as ignorant as possible slammed into my back, arm around my shoulder
smiling like the devil. "Our winner! Maggie Lunalsdale is victorious!" Rader yelled
lifting my hand up over my head. When the cheers died I jerked my hand from Rader's,
and picked up Des's body, throwing him over my shoulder. As I passed, Rader held a
pitcher of beer towards me. I snatched it away, glaring at the ginger Brit. Pitcher in one
hand Des over my shoulder I walked back to the spare room all three of us shared.
My brother's face was expressionless. A pang of nausea and guilt hit me hard in the gut.
"Des im sorry I should have done something else that's what we use to decapitate raume
demons. God you need an iratse. Hold on." I lowered my brother onto his mattress
behind the set up bar. I walked over to my gear and picked up my heavily armed belt.
Looking at the belt would have given even a brave, hardcore man goose flesh. In its
maze of intertwined stripes of leather about 6 hilts of seraph blades, 3 knives, and
around 7 ninja stars were held in place. And from it a wicked black hardened leather
scabbard in which was my sword made of blessed iron, which hosted many angelic runes,
was attached . This sword was one of my greatest weapons it was made specifically for
me, but all of this was not my main focas. Hanging through a loop of my belt was a long
silver twig like object that was my steale.
Grabbing it I rushed over to Desmond's side and quickly but precisely drew the twinning
black lines of healing the angel had given us. Besides for the faint smell of burnt skin.
Desmond seemed to regain some color and opened his eyes."bloody hell Maggs. That
realy hurt." he groaned pain contorting his hardened hansom face. his jet black hair we
both shared plastered to his fore head and neck. His vivid ice blue eyes we also shared
seemed fathomless with a mixture of pain and the ever present anguish we both felt.
I looked down at my right hand which was laced with beautiful, intricate, but mysteriously
calling black runes marked from the tip of my middle finger half way up my arm. Then I
looked over to my brother's left hand where he sported the same runes. I grabbed it and
concentrated. Desmond's eyes widened, " Maggs are you sure you don't have to use the
connection." A snort left me but no humor was held behind it, "Des I put you through this
and only I can help." Then I opened my mind and held tight as the pain etched into every
facet of Desmond's mind assaulted me bringing me to my knees.
Desmond let out a sigh of relief. Then a worried noise left him as he kneelt down next to
me, giving me a hug. "What would I do without my twin sister?" "Well for one you
might not be in as much pain any more," I laughed hoarsely. A noise then made me
painfully stand, facing the door. there stood three guys. two were the
boys from the other room and the other….. was a vampire.
I looked down at the floor at my feet, where my belt lay with its many instruments of
death. In a move so fast that I'm sure I blurred I dived down grabbing three seraph blades.
Tossing one to a startled but ready Desmond I whispered Michael, Saliph, and Gabriel.
All three blades blazed to life. The other shadowhunters smirked but the vampire
paled( if that's at all possible), "You didn't say they were Shadowhunters , Jace!" Just
then a loud bang sounded behind them as the door slammed shut.
In the door way stood a seathingly angry Rader. a laugh escaped me as I flung the blade
Saliph at Rader who caught it landing in a ready stance. " Tell us who you are." I
commanded of the others. The golden haired boy who reminded me of a lion smiled and
replied, "Jace Herondale and Alec Lightwood of the New York institute. Now why don't
you tell us who you are and why your in this city without telling the clave." A laugh once
again left my chest and I responded bitterly, "Two words dude: Dublin Institute, look it up."
