Clary POV: I emptied the basket of clothes into the basin of water and wiped the sweat off my forehead. "Jon! Get your lazy ass in here and scrub your own damn panties!" I called waiting for him to overall as I pulled at the fringe of my overalls. "Clary, keep it down will you! Mom's got a headache!" Jon said glaring at me. I shook it off, one shout won't kill the baby I thought as I pulled the rifle over my shoulder. There's a lady whose sure, all that glitters is gold, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. I heard Jon's music playing as I approached the RV to change into my hunting gear. Ooooh, it makes me wonder, there's a feeling I get when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for me, in my thoughts I have seen brings the smoke through the trees, and the voices in those who stand lonely. This song is speaking my mind I chuckled. I quietly wandered off into the forest admiring my surroundings, mama's going to get dinner tonight! The music stopped playing and all I can hear now is the crunching of leaves whenever I step, or whenever prey does. I stopped moving as I saw a wisp of golden. Jackpot. I aimed at the moving creature finger pressed firmly against the trigger."Stop!" I pulled. Shit! I panicked walking to towards the thing and saw a set of golden eyes staring right back at me. "Woman are you crazy! Could've killed me! Lucky am just as prepared as you are!" The man said pointing to his bulletproof vest. A fine blade appeared before me."You're lucky you shot first, I wouldn't have hesitated if you were a fox." He said winking. He walked past me stripping of his vest revealing a necklace of fine shells and...fingers?
