AN:Hi this is my first story and I know it kinda sucks but please still read it.

Pandemonium

This was going to be an easy one, Jace Wayland never got bored of the rush it gave him to kill a demon. So when Hodge sent them to some club, the pandemonium I think it was called, I didn't think twice. Little did I know that this outing would chance my life. Alec, Isabelle, and I were reviewing the plan for the night. We were going for a sort of luring trap, with Isabelle as bait. Tonight we were just tackling an Eidolon demon, wonderful. As we snuck my the bouncers by the door I couldn't help thinking that something was wrong, different. Jace racked his brain but all he could think about was that he was using his spare stele today after yesterdays target. His other one is currently being repaired by Hodge at the Institute. Now back to the present. Jace was navigating through the pack of dancers on the floor, to get to his spot. Alec paused in front of him at the door Isabelle and the demon had just entered, taking out his weapon. Looking around briefly he decided there were no more demons at the club. A couple of werewolves yes, but demons no. The second the demon realized that Izzy wasn't your run of the mill mundane, but was in fact a Shadowhunter they sprung into action. Isabelle raised her whip bringing it down on her victim, jerking him off his feet. She smiled secretively and said,

"He's all yours, boys." With that cue they showed themselves to the blue eyed demon. Efficiently the two boys tied him onto a nearby pillar.

"So," he heard himself say. "You still haven't told me if there are any other of your kind with you."

The boy winced and replied, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"He means the other demons," Alec taunted. "You do know what a demon is don't you?" The boy turned away, refusing to answer.

"Demons," I said, tracing out the word with my finger as I recited the definition. "Religiously defined as hell's denizens,the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the purposes of the Clave, to be any malevolent spirit who's origin is outside our own home dimension-"

"That's enough Jace," Isabelle interrupted. Why does she only interrupt me? It's never Alec or Max.

"Isabelle's right," agreed Alec. Why does he always agree? Seriously. "Nobody here needs a lesson in semantics- or demonology." I looked up and smiled menacingly at the quivering demon. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a girl move, looking twice I could tell she was just a mundie. Then we were safe, there's no way she can see us.

"Isabelle and Alec think I talk too much," I say confidently. "Do you think I talk to much?"

For a second, he looked like he would say I did but then instead he pleaded. " I could give you information. I know where Valentine is. I looked at him disbelieving, how stupid did he think we were. I looked incredulously at Alec who just shrugged in return.

"Valentine's in the ground," I looked up at my friends who were practically siblings and said. "The thing's just toying with us." Hmm the mundane still hadn't moved, she seemed to be staring out into space,

Isabelle just tossed her hair in a way only she could replying simply, 'Kill it Jace. It's not going to tell us anything. On her command I raised my stele, it glinted in the dim light.

About to kill him when I was interrupted with a protest, "Valentine is back! All the Infernal Worlds know it-I know it-I can tell you where he is." Suddenly a flash of anger filled my body.

"By the Angel, every time we capture one of you bastards, you claim you know where Valentine we know where he is 's in hell. And you-" I turned my weapon over threateningly, "You can join him there."

"Stop!" I heard a voice cry. "You can't do this." I whirled around so startled that I dropped my stele. It seemed someone was talking, but who I did not know.

"It was Alec who spoke first. "What's this?" he demanded, looking from the girl to Isabelle and I as if we would know. The girl, it was the girl from before who was now looking on in disgust. The mundane girl, the one that should be able to see us. I self-consciously checked my glamour to see if it had broken, but it remained intact.

"It's a girl," I said, recovering what was left of my composure. "Surely you've seen girls before Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one." I squinted to check my suspicions. She did seem to be a mundie. "A mundie girl," I said to myself, but loud enough for my companions to hear. "And she can see us."

"Of course I can see you." She said naively. "I'm not blind, you know.

"Oh but you are," I said starting to get amused, bending down to grab my stele. "You just don't know it. You'd better get out of here, if you know what's good for you. "

Of course being stubborn, she didn't leave, instead replying. "I'm not going anywhere. If I do you'll kill him." She pointed at the demon who seemed throughly amused with all this. For a second I was in awe, can't she see that he's the bad guy? For a mundie that can see, she's actually pretty blind.

"That's true," I admitted to her, twirling my stele. "What do you care if I kill him or not?"

"Be-because," she stuttered. "You can't just go around killing people."

"You're right, you can't go around killing people." I pointed at the demon, who was pulling the unconscious act. "That's not a person, little girl. It may look like a person and talk like a person, maybe even bleed like a person. But it's a monster." She looked surprised at my little rant. So surprised in fact she didn't even try to talk, just sat there looking stunned.

"Jace," Isabelle said, oh crap I know that tone. Not good, not good. "That's enough."

Snapping back to life, the girl said. "You're crazy," As she spoke she was backing up. While I was irrelevantly wondering about her name. 'I wonder what it is. I don't like referring to her as 'the girl' in my head like there's only one girl in the world'. I drifted back to life as she said, "I called the police, you know. They'll be here any second."

"She's lying." With Alec's words I moved my gaze off of her face over to his. He looked a bit like he was doubting his words though. "Jace, do you—-" I never got to hear the end of that sentence, as the demon I'd all but forgotten about lunged on me, screaming his attack. We fought for quite a while, this was a strong one, until Isabelle's screams cut and she took action. His claws were raking my skin, when Isabelle's whip came down on him flinging him aside. With the momentary distraction I stuck my stele into his chest. Black liquid flew everywhere as it plunged into his skin.

The demons last words were, "So be it. The Forsaken will take you all." And with that they boy's eyes rolled back and he folded on himself until he vanished. I was used to this but seeing the girl's eyes light up in wonder I remember my first time experiencing this. Alec was tugging on my sleeve trying to get a good look at my cut. However I was focused elsewhere. My thoughts were on the girl who was backing up as Isabelle walked forward menacingly whip in hand. She flicked it towards her, wrapping it around her wrist.

"Stupid little mundie," Isabelle said between her teeth. "You could have gotten Jace killed."

"He's crazy," she said, trying to pull her wrist back. This whip bit deeper into her skin. "You're all crazy. What do you think you are, vigilante killers? The police-"

"The police aren't usually interested unless you can produce a body," I said somewhat smugly. Cradling my arm, I stumbled across the cable-strewn floor towards the girl. 'The girl... What was her name? She was actually quite pretty when you got a good look at her. With long, strawberry coloured hair, which looked so soft, so smooth that he just wanted to reach out and touch it.' Alec followed me as I walked, and even without looking I can tell he has another scowl on his face.

"They return to their home dimensions when they die. In case you were wondering." I informed her.

"Jace," Alec hissed at me. "Be careful."

"She can see us, Alec." I said, barely believing it myself. "She already knows too much."

Isabelle demanded, " So what do you want to do with her?"

"Let her go," I decided quietly. She looked almost surprised that I wanted to let her go, almost as if she believed we would kill her too. Isabelle looked at me as if I was insane, as if she wasn't sure to listen or to yell at me. At once her whip slithered off of the girls arm. It had left a mark cutting slightly into the skin.

"Maybe we should bring her back with us," Alec said. "I bet Hodge would want to talk to her."

The girl looked up scared, and sort of disappointed.

"No way are we bringing her back to the Institute." Isabelle said, taking the words right out of my mouth. But then unlike me she added. "She's a mundie."

"Or is she," I softly voiced my opinion. My calm, wondering voice seemed to get to her more than Isabelle's snapping, and Alec's anger. "Have you had dealings with demons, little girl? Walked with the warlocks, talked with the Night Children? Have you-"

"My name is not little girl," she interrupted. What is it with people interrupting today? Wait what did she say? Oh! I just wanted to scream, 'Then what is your name.'

"And I have no idea what you're talking about," she paused almost second guessing herself then decided that was true, "I don't believe in-in demons, or whatever you-"

"Clary?" the girl whirled around to face whoever was calling out the name. So that's her name, Clary. I like it. It suits her in a way, it just... fits. A teenager about my age walked in the door, with one of the bouncers we had to sneak by to get inside.

"Are you ok?" He peered down. "Why are you in here by yourself? What happened to the guys- you know, the ones with the knives?" Ah so she hadn't been lying, she did tell someone. Just not the police. I felt any instantaneous dislike for the boy who obviously loves Clary. I wonder why?

Clary stared at him, then at me. I must have looked a sight, blood-soaked shirt, and hold a blade. So I grinned at her. Hey I'll be the first to admit that I may have been mocking her a bit. She didn't look very surprised that they couldn't see us, which greatly shocked me.

"I thought they went in here. But I guess they didn't." Clary was a terrible liar. She said it so patheticly I'm sure anyone would have known she was lying. "It was a mistake." With one last look she turned to leave with her friend. Who didn't look like he believed it was nothing. As they left Isabelle started to giggle hysterically, it was minutes until she could even move.

We discreetly left the 'Pandemonium' and walked out into the street. As we passed we could see Clary and her annoying friend, trying, and failing at getting a cab. Even now I could tell that wouldn't be the last time is saw Clary. Oh the fun we were going to have explaining this mess.

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