I've decided to revamp this thing:) My New Year's resolution: finish fanfictions. I basically, put the original first and second chapters together and added a few descriptive words, etc. I apologize for the excessive point of view changes, these will become fewer in the later chapters. I still don't own the Mortal Instruments. :( Anyway, enjoy!
1. Shadow Demon Soup
Jace POV
"Gabriel!" The angel blade appeared in my hand and came to life with a blinding blue glow. The wind whipped my hair in my eyes and I had trouble concentrating, the demon did too if you could make sense of the angry snarls. I tightened my grip on the handle and impaled the horned demon with a swift throw. It's minotaur like figure turned to ash and blew away in the strong wind.
"Magnus! Your blowing the demon into Europe!" I yelled in the opposite direction of the wind. I don't really know why the warlock came. I was listening to reports of demon sightings, Magnus over heard me and said he was going with me. Believe me, I tried to stop him, but when someone threatens to turn you into a dust mite you go along with his the plan. My theory is that he wanted to make my life harder with that wind, we obviously have this mutual dislike.
The warlock suddenly appeared at the mouth of the alley. "The humans didn't see anything, thanks to my wind storm. Now, I must be off. I'm late." With that he snapped his fingers and a cloud of smoke engulfed him. Crack! The warlock was gone. My ears were still ringing. I rolled my eyes in the memory of his showy act. The sound and visual effects were purly for show, warlocks could really disappear into thin air without anyone knowing. "I hate Magnus Bane," I muttered. One day, I will get revenge. Did I really believe that it was the wind storm that kept away the humans? No.
I looked around, a silvery glint caught my eye. The alley walls were caked with ash. Dang, he left a mess. "I hate Magnus Bane," I sighed. I had forgot, it rained last night. Magnus must have known this. I still hate Magnus Bane. Hmm, clean it up or watch it on the news and get yelled at. I could deal with the yelling, but it would bring to much attention to this part of the city. Which so happens to be a demon hotspot. My choice was obvious. I sighed, time to clean. I needed help to finish this in the next 24 hours. I flipped out my phone and dialed Clary's cell.
Clary POV
Isabelle hummed as she stir the boiling soup. She dropped a handful of unidentifiable minced vegetables in the bubbling concoction.
My hand hurt after chopping what seems like millions of carrots. "Here's the carrots."
"Thanks, Clary! Good, you chopped them thin." Yeah thin and really fast, ow. She spooned the carrots into the boiling soup. She peeked over the rim of the pot and took an audible breath, "Oh, Clary. It's going to be delicious. Want to try some?"
"Sure," I took a spoon full and blew on it, the deep purple color made me paused but I just shrugged and ate it. Oh, it was yummy. "What is this, Isabelle?"
"Shadow demon soup," she said with a smile.
I spit the soup out, "What!"
"Don't worry Clary, it's perfectly edible when you hire a warlock to hex away the poison. Would you like a bowlful?"
"Umm..." What to say? Suddenly, my phone rang. I fished it out of my purse, the caller ID showed Jace's number. "Sorry, Izzy, I have to take this. I walked out of the kitchen and flipped open the phone.
"Hey, Clary."
"Hey, what's up?" I asked and leaned against the wall outside the kitchen.
"I need some long brooms and shovels."
"Um, why-"
"Don't ask, it got a bit...out of hand."
I shrugged, "Okay, later."
"Later."
The line went dead. Long brooms and shovels, weird. Whatever, anything to get me away from the soup. I stuck my head into the kitchen, "Sorry, Isabelle. Jace needs me, something about long brooms and shovels."
"He probably got messy with the demon slaying again," she rolled her eyes. "You could always send a couple werewolves."
"Um...werewolf holiday. Bye." No, telling how long she'd believe that. I hurried to the supply closet.
Jace POV
Clary came down the alley with two shovels and two brooms in her arm. She half-smiled, "Hey, Jace." She suddenly realized that the whole alley, walls and all were covered in wet ash, "Woah, what happened?"
I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly,"Um, hi, Clary. Why didn't you call a werewolf."
"Had to escape Isabelle and her Shadow demon soup," she made a face of disgust.
My eyes widened, "Shadow demon soup! We've got to hurry, I love that stuff."
She gave me a hard look.
"Or, Chinese." I smiled sheepishly.
"Sounds awesome." she said with a smile, and kissed me on the cheek.
"Let's get to work," Clary looked around, a puzzled look crossed her face. "We'll work while you explain," she said with a smile.
I sighed and grabbed a shovel and broom, where to start?
.oOo.
"What's this?" Clary asked. She was holding a silver disc, but it definitely wasn't silver, odd.
Then I made the connection. "Oh, yeah. The silvery thing."
"Silvery thing?" Clary asked, and raised a eyebrow. I guess I was talking like a four year old.
"Yeah, the demon must have had it."
Clary inspected the disc. "It's weird, looks like silver but it's not. She bit down on the side of it, a square indention was left.
"Nice job, Clary. You deformed it." I said sarcastically.
"I didn't deform it." She felt along the edge of the disc. "They're buttons." She pressed down on the dent, it sprang back into place. She looked around at the ash on the ground. "We'll play with it later. Let's just finish cleaning up this crap."
I sighed, and started to shovel the ash again. Our method was solid, scrape the ash off the walls with the broom, then shovel it all into the dumpster. I now realize why alley ways are the preferable place for murders. Convenient disposal!
In case you didn't know, shoveling ash is very boring. I really want to see what that disc does. Time to turn on my imaginary angel speed. I started to shovel really fast.
"Jace? What are you doing? Stop, your going to hurt yourself!" Clary yelled.
Then I lost my grip, the shovel went flying.
Clary POV
Jace let go of the shovel... then everything was going in slow motion. Gravity took ahold of the shovel, it came flying down and landed on Jace's arm. CRACK! Jace was thrown back by the force of the blow. The shovel had split in half. "Jace!" I cried. He gave an umph and collapsed.
"Jace, JACE, JACE!" I yelled, and started smacking him. I realized smacking wouldn't help, so I paced. "Izzy...no, soup. Mom, no. Alec, no. Magnus, no." I mumbled. "Luke...LUKE!" I fished for my cell phone and flipped it open. My fingers were shaking, I had to redial a couple times. I finally got the right number.
"Clary?" It was Luke!
"Luke! Oh, I'm so glad. It's Jace, he...LUKE HE'S NOT MOVING!" I flitted nervously from one end of the alley to the other, keeping a close eye on Jace.
"What! Okay, Clary don't worry I'm not that far away, I'll be there in less than a minute."
Jace POV
Clary was pacing around a body, wait, my body. I brought my hand to my face. It was glowing blue, a blue not so different from the glow of an angelblade. Memories came rushing back. Shoveling ash, shoveling ash really fast, the shovel flying. Wait, I was knocked out by a shovel? That's wrong, powerful beings like myself should only be harmed by greater or equal forces. A shovel by all means was not on that list.
I looked down, Clary was getting to her feet. She ran to the mouth of the alley. When she came back Luke was with her. She was leading, no, dragging, him to me. Luke got on his knees and took my pulse. I couldn't see his reaction but he quickly grabbed a syringe from his bag and shot it into my heart. I felt a tug, light a first, but it was getting stronger. It finally became strong enough and pulled my spiritual self back to my body.
Clary POV
Luke was taking too long. Less than a minute? This felt like a hour. I finally heard Luke's truck. I jumped up and ran to the mouth of the alley. Luke was just getting a bag out of his truck.
"Come on Luke!" I said, and grabbed his arm to drag him.
When we reached Jace, Luke knelt and took his pulse. Luke's eyes went wide. Then he spurred into action. He grabbed a syringe out of his bag and without hesitation, shot it into Jace's chest.
"Luke, what was that, is there something wrong with Jace!" I asked/yelled.
"It was nothing, Clary." Luke said, in monotone, his expression shaded.
Jace suddenly shot up, gasping for breath.
"Jace!" I yelled, and hugged him.
"What was that?" Jace asked between breaths of air. He was gripping his arm.
Luke looked at Jace in the eye and said, "Pure adrenaline." After a moment he said, "You died Jace."
"Well that explains it." Jace said, still holding his arm.
"You told me it was nothing Luke! Jace dying is not nothing!" I yelled in anger at Luke. My hands were fisted at my sides and I fervently tried to keep the tears from flowing.
Luke sighed and took out a oddly shaped gun. "I knew you'd overreact Clary." he said, then he shot me.
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