Yeah, I know I'm supposed to be working on OaP,AaP, but this popped into my head and I want to work on it first.
**sigh** I'm a bad person, I'm sorry.
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Max slowly opens his eyes, his bed feels funny. It's lumpy and uncomfortable. He looks up and the ceiling looks funny. He sits up quickly and looks around the room.
This isn't his bedroom. He throws off the sheets and jumps out the bed. He looks down at his sleep clothes. A drab gray tshirt and ratty black sleep pants. He snaps his fingers and he is in blue jeans and a black henley.
He walks out the room and finds himself in a hallway leading to a lot of other bedrooms with a staircase going down.
He isn't in the loft.
Max closes his eyes and opens them again.
No he isn't still asleep, he is not in the loft.
He takes a deep breath and looks at his right wrist.
Lightwood
Bane
10/08/2017
Max relaxes a little bit, at least something is right in this nightmare. He stands there and tries to think of what his next move should be. He eyes a woman walking towards him.
She snaps her fingers at him, "Where do you think you are going, Albert?"
Max sniffs at her, "My name is Max. And I'm going home."
She grabs his arm, "Albert, you are home. Blue creatures aren't allowed in the mundane world."
He pulls his arm out of her grip, "Get your nasty hands off of me."
"Albert, do you need to be locked up again?"
Max narrows his eyes and calmly opens a portal. Her eyes widen. He nods at her, "Lock up this." He walks through the portal.
He is outside the Institute. He looks around and with a sigh, sets his mundane glamour. At least his magic is working properly in this nightmare. He walks in and sets off alarms.
Max stands there and watches as armed ShadowHunters run over and surround him. He doesn't recognize any of them until Aldertree walks over. Max's eyes narrow, this can't be good.
Aldertree coldly says, "DownWorlders aren't allowed here."
Max's voice is just as cold, "A warlock created the wards that secure this building."
"Maybe, then he was no longer welcome, as are you not welcome."
Max nods, "Fine, but I'm looking for somebody."
Aldertree sneers, "No ShadowHunter in this building would be interested in speaking to you. Now leave before I have you escorted out."
Max glares at him, but slowly turns around and leaves. He stands outside and looks sadly at what was his second home. But that would explain why he couldn't portal INSIDE the Institute, the wards prevented it.
Max takes a deep breath and opens a portal to his first home.
He walks out the portal into the loft.
The sun is shining through the windows.
The loft is empty of furniture.
Max closes his eyes, this is the Warner Prince 'adventure' all over again. But a thousand times worse because Max can't get into the Institute to talk to Aunt Izzy and Uncle Jace.
Max walks into his fathers' empty bedroom and stands there. He flicks his hand, but no phone appears. All he has are the clothes he is wearing, his magic and a tattoo.
A tattoo remembering two men he has no idea how to find.
Max looks around the empty bedroom as tears roll down his face. He sits on the floor, where their bed should be, puts his face into his hands and sobs.
-tbc-
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I know you hate me as much as Max hates Aldertree.
But I love you THIS MUCH. xoxoxo