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"Holy shit!" exclaimed Katrina, jumping back from a swamp-dwelling demon. "That thing is huge, Sam!"

The demon, who appeared as if it was covered in seaweed, bared it's teeth and threw itself at the shadowhunter as more of its kind closed in.

"Language, Kat!" scolded Samuel, blocking attacks with swift motions and throwing daggers.

Fighting demons was not exactly a teen's ideal way to spend their Saturday morning. To Kat, Sam, and Gene, it was all they ever knew. That's what they got for being Nephilim children. Their parents encouraged them to play with knives while they were still learning to walk. Samuel Silverwell, who was the oldest out of the group, instinctively took the role as leader. He basically handled things in a mature way, but often got the short end of the stick for being too overprotective. Katrina, his younger sister, knew from an early age that she was going to be the more difficult one of the two. She was brave, heading into danger for a righteous cause without a second thought. That, however, was the thing that got her into trouble the most. Gene Phantomhive, who was the oddball of the group, prefered to stay out of their sibling rivalries, trying her best to keep them from killing each other as children. Gene's mother was always away on business-related matters in Idris, so she often spent her time with the Silverwells. Eventually, they became like her second family.

"Awe.." pouted Katrina as she launched arrows from her bow. "You're no fun, Sam!"

Gene rolled her eyes. "Come on, guys…." she said, slashing at the demons with her sword.

Once the demons were reduced in numbers, the shadowhunter trio was easily able to take them out. Being the next generation of fighting prodigies, they felt a great responsibility fall upon them. The Silverwell family was never really known for being courageous in battle. They were usually the instructors and researchers of the Nephilim world, only leaving Idris on special occasions. That all changed once Samuel and Katrina were born. They immediately showed competence fighting skill. They were nowhere near Jace Herondale level, but they were still enough to get sent to a top-tier training school when they were young. That was when they met Gene. Being an antisocial person, she was rather intimidating at first, her dark blue eyes staring into the souls of whoever interacted with her. Eventually, they grew on her.

If not for their different appearances, people would have thought that they were all related. Both of the Silverwell siblings shared the same coppery-metallic colored hair with stormy, grey eyes. They were traits that all Silverwells had. There were some speculations that the family must have come into contact with angels to obtain such genetics, but they didn't think too much of it. Other than their unique hair and eyes, that was as far as Samuel and Katrina's similarities went. Katrina had an almost ghostly appearance with a pale complexion and a scary, dead look in her eyes. Ironically, the girl's personality was quite the opposite. She was rather vivacious to say the least, adding child-like humor to the trio. Her brother, on the other hand, often served as an adult of the group. Samuel was lean, but not that much taller than the girls. Gene, who inherited most of her traits from the Phantomhives, was often mistaken for a Lightwood with her raven-black hair and deep aqua of her father, she also inherited a petite frame, but she didn't resent him for it. Her small size gave her better reflexes and made it easier to maneuver around her opponents with great speed. Ever since adolescence, she felt a connection with the two Silverwells, and they became almost inseparable ever since.

The trio breathed heavily after they slaughtered the last demon. Sheathing their weapons, they started walking back to the London Institute.

"Di imortales!" sighed Gene. "There's ichor in my hair..."

The girl crinkled her nose, debating how she should get it out. A part of her wondered if it was simply her fault for growing it out so long.

Samuel went over to her, examining the damage. "You might have to cut it out once we get back to the Institute. It might be poisonous."

"I wonder if this is how mundanes feel when they have…. Gum?" Katrina said jokingly, wondering if she used the right word. "Gum stuck in their hair."

"Oh, shut up, Kat," grumbled Gene.

"Hey, now, Guys," said Samuel in a stern tone, throwing his arms over their shoulders. "Can't we just get along like one happy family?"

There was a pause of silence before they all burst out into laughter in unison.

When they got back to the Institute, no one was there. It didn't surprise them much; most of the adults were out on business. Samuel went to go take a shower, leaving the two girls alone.

"Need some help with your hair?" Katrina asked Gene.

"Sure…" Gene said, though something in her gut told her that it was a bad idea.

"Okay," replied Katrina, grabbing a pair of scissors.

She started chopping, trying to get rid of the poisonous demon blood. There were 'snipping' noises, mumbles of curses, and a frown. All of which caused Gene to become alarmed. A few minutes went by, but the girl couldn't see what Katrina was doing.

"SAM!" Katrina shouted, startling Gene. "HELP!"

Samuel ran into the room half naked, only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Geez…" he said, shaking his head. "I thought we were under attack or something…"

Katrina pointed to Gene's hair.

"Oh god," said Samuel, eyes widening in horror. "What did you do to her hair, Kat?"

"Do what?" asked Gene, still clueless.

"Um…. I sorta got carried away and accidentally cut off a huge chunk…" confessed Katrina.

Gene narrowed her eyes, giving a death glare to her friend. "YOU DID WHAT?"

"Calm down…" Samuel desperately said, trying to keep the situation under control.

He picked up the scissors.

"Here," he said, snipping away at the ends. "I'll fix it."

A few minutes later, he was finished. Samuel handed Gene a mirror.

"Huh," she said, staring at her reflection. "It feels lighter."

Her hair that was once down to her waist now reached just past her chin. In a way, she looked more adult-like. It framed her face more, showing the dimples and chubby cheeks she inherited from her mother. Other than being a shadowhunter, that was all her mother really gave her. Despite it being on accident, she quite liked her new, choppy hairstyle. It added to her dangerous aura and cold stature. She also liked the fact that her enemy had less to grab a hold of when fighting. Gene would have cut it sooner, but she didn't have the heart to. Her father used to cut her hair, and ever since he was killed, she couldn't bring herself to do it on her own, leaving it to grow out for the past three years. She felt sorrowful now that it was gone, but it was also freeing at the same time. Gene wondered if perhaps it gave her some closure, her father's ghost haunting her less than before.

"No shit, Sherlock," Katrina stated, interrupting her thoughts.

"Kat!" exclaimed Samuel in dismay. "What did I say about your language!"

Katrina rolled her eyes while Gene got up from her spot, dusting off chunks of hair that was cut off.

"I'm gonna go shower and then get some shut-eye," she said, leaving towards her room.

"Okay. 'Night, Gene," said the Silverwells.

The Phantomhive made her way to her living quarters. There wasn't many decorations in it. She didn't really have much of a preference when it came to design, so she just took a room that Katrina and Samuel didn't claim. Gene didn't have much belongings either. Her mother was disowned by her family for marrying a mundane. They got more lenient when her father drank from the mortal cup, but they no longer had access to any of their ancient heirlooms. On her father's side, however, Gene did inherit something. In a case on her dresser was a silver rapier sword. The fencing sword was made of high-quality materials with intricate designs and the mysterious initials 'E.M' etched into the handle. Though the mundane weapon had little use to her, it was somewhat comforting to know that she descended from a great swordsman. In the corner, there was a random potted plant, but nothing else that could hint to what her personality was like. Well, it kind of did. She was blunt, secretive, and cold to others.

Gene was unconditionally close to her father. He was her role model since a young age, supporting her in everything she did. Whenever she was going through hardship at the academy or got into a fight with the Silverwells, she always knew that he was there for her. She didn't know that her mother was jealous of their bond until he died. That fateful night, something in Gene died. Her father and sense of security gone, all she got in return was the sword. Well, the sword and a ring. Those two items were all that she had to remember him by. Her father was the last of the Phantomhives, who, according to him, were once successful businessmen. Made of fine silver, the ring was rather sturdy with a mysterious indigo gemstone in the center. She never saw her father without it on. In turn, she put the ring on once she received it and never took it off. It felt as if she had a piece of him with her at all times.

Her other weapons were left in the storage room, but she liked to keep her seraph blade close by at all times. Ever since her father's death, she grew to be very paranoid. Everywhere she went, Gene always had some sort of weapon on her.

Gene stripped of her filthy battle clothes, knowing that she'd probably have to burn them later. Getting into the shower, she sighed as she ran her fingers through her freshly, cut hair. She shivered as the cold water hit her exposed skin. Living the life of a shadowhunter was not an easy one; her countless battle and rune scares proved it. Loose hairs left over from being cut fell and got washed down the drain. The Phantomhive looked down at it with resentment, knowing that it was going to be a bitch to unclog. It was bizarre to feel her hair be that length. She wondered that if, perhaps, that the change had been for the best.

Getting out of the shower, she was surprised by how easy her hair was to dry. She got into a simple camisole and shorts, tucking a blade in a sheath and putting it under her pillow. Yawning, she let the herself drift off to sleep. It had been an exhausting day.

"Gene!" yelled the frantic voice of Katrina. "Wake up!"

"Five more minutes, Kat…" she mumbled, attempting to hit the other girl with a blanket to get her to go away.

Katrina shook the other girl. "Come on, Gene! This is an emergency!"

Gene sat up quickly, accidentally head-butting Katrina. "Ow!" they yelled in unison.

"What's going on?" Gene asked, grabbing her seraph blade and putting knives in her thigh sheaths as she got up.

"Warlocks are attacking!" she said. "They're trying to find a way to get through the wards! They haven't made it through yet, but they will if we don't do anything!"

Gene paled, seeing that it was still dark outside. "Oh god," she said in horror as her home was being attacked.

The Phantomhive put a leather jacket over her camisole, hoping that it would provide some coverage in battle. Slipping into her boots, she was ready to go.

"Wait," said Katrina.

"What?"

"Bring your sword."

"I have my sword," Gene said, holding up her seraph blade and giving her friend a quizzical look.

"No shit," Katrina rolled her eyes. "The other one."

Katrina pointed to the rapier in the case.

"Why?" questioned Gene.

She felt uncomfortable bringing it out. She hadn't held it in a while, but when she did for the first time, she felt unnatural power surge through her. Gene knew it wasn't for being a shadowhunter, so it had no real use to her; the sword was simply just an heirloom. Therefore, she just played it safe and keep it on display.

"We might have to evacuate the Institute," Katrina said. "We might not be able to hold them off. If you really care about it, bring it with you."

Gene nodded in understanding. She carefully opened the case, pulling out the rapier. It felt surprisingly good in her hand. It was balanced, not too heavy, but not too light at the same time. The overall length was good too. She carefully sheathed it on her back. It was unconventional for a rapier to be stored that way, but she didn't intend to fight with it.

She looked up at Katrina. "Let's go."

Samuel was already waiting for them at the door.

"There's only two warlocks," he reported. "Think we can take them?"

Katrina cracked her knuckles with eagerness. "Yeah. Let's do this."

Gene eyed her enemies from the window. They were definitely male, but didn't appear to be able to put much of a fight. The warlocks were just busy trying to get the wards down, hitting the walls with random spells. She felt an uneasy feeling tug in her gut.

"We outnumber them…." she said quietly. "Let's just get this over with…"

"Alright then. We have a vote," said Samuel. "Let's do this on the count of three."

He pulled out his throwing knives and gripped the doorknob.

"One…" he said.

"Two…" said Katrina.

"Three!" shouted Gene as they flung the door open and charged into battle.

Katrina stuck behind, notching arrows and releasing them at the warlocks. Her battle style supported others more than anything. What made her unique was her sniper-like accuracy. Any shadowhunter would be glad to have her as backup. Samuel enjoyed throwing knives a bit closer to the enemy, but far away enough where he could defend himself if they got too close. With his quick tactician skills, hardly anyone was able to make it that far. Then, there was Gene. She enjoyed fighting up close with her seraph blade. Since a young age, she showed a gift in acrobatics, making her a natural in the battlefield. All together, the trio was practically undefeatable.

Unfortunately, the warlocks seemed more skilled than they let off to be. They easily dodged the attacks, throwing spells at the shadowhunters. From that moment, Gene knew that she should have listened to her gut feeling. The trio was holding them off pretty well, but not well enough to survive. They were just too powerful.

"Let's get out of here!" shouted Samuel to the girls, realizing the no-win situation. "We'll retake the Institute tomorrow with our parents!"

"Yeah, run away, little Shadowhunters!" said one of the warlocks, taunting them. "This is none of your business anyway!"

Katrina growled with frustration. "Bastard!" she shrieked, firing more arrows.

"No!" said shouted Gene, but it was too late.

The warlocks directed their attention to Katrina, firing more spells. The shadowhunters could not escape even if they wanted to. Gene, Katrina, and Samuel faced back to back, trying to find a a hole in their defenses. There was none.

"Have fun in Antarctica!" said the other warlock, throwing what seemed like a portal spell at them.

The three were engulfed by the blue, swirling portal. It was evident that they were being transported somewhere that they didn't want to go.

"Hang on!" Samuel said, holding the girls close.

They all grabbed onto each other, trying not to be separated. The portal was nothing like the one they used at the Institute. It was awfully jerky and seemed like they had no say in where they were going. Without warning, they were thrown out of the current and into open air. The three screamed as they fell into grass.

"This isn't Antarctica…" Gene heard someone mumble before darkness consumed her.

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