The Shadow Seer
A fanfic of the Mortal Instruments By: Cassandra Clare
By: Kya Firestone
Summary:
Sixteen year old Lucy Crane walks past that old ruined church ever day of her life when she walks home from school. One day when she is passing it, it starts to rain. Lightning flashes in the sky, and for a moment, the old shrine looks brand new. Lucy decided to go for look. She never expected to be attacked by a demon right outside a shrine. Thankfully Kane, a shadowhunter, was there to save her.
Kane and his friends are desperate to know what Lucy is. For she can see demons and downworlders, touch them, and hear them, but she is burned by runes. When Lucy's father is found dead, Kane becomes protective of Lucy, in her journey to find out what she is. She is a Shadow Seer, an almost extinct race, of shadowhunters. And the clave will do anything to have her.
Chapter one
The Lightning Shrine
Lucy
Clunk, clunk, clunk. One footfall after another. Why does everyday have to be the same? I get up in the morning, go to school, come home, go to bed, and then repeat the whole cycle over again. Maybe everything wouldn't be so empty if I had any friends.
Speaking of things being the same. Here comes the Our Lady of Martyred Light, an old, falling apart, somehow not doomed for demolition, shrine, dedicated to the martyred Saint Lucy.
A droplet of water lands on my head. I look up.
"Oh, this is just perfect!" I shout at the sky as it begins to rain. I try to shield my waist length dirty-blond hair from the rain, but it is no use. "Shit." I murmur under my breath, as lightning streaks across the sky. I turn to look at the shrine, just as the lightning streaks across the sky again. I gasp. It looks perfectly new, and much larger. I approach the gate with caution I lay my hand on the rot iron bars, and a vision of many, many corridors and rooms, flash before my eyes. I jerk my hand away.
Large hands grasp my waist. I scream, but another hand clamps tight over my mouth. Another hand comes to cover my eyes, it rises slowly, and I see pure black skin. Not African American, but pure inky black. It covers my eyes, and I thrash wildly. I'm thrown to the ground. All the hands disappear for a moment. I open my eyes, and scream to the top of my lungs.
A man with that pure black inky skin stands before me, with four arms, and no clothes. I scream again. He reaches for my top, and straddles my waist with his thighs. I cross my legs, preferring to keep that part my body unexposed, over the top. The man opens his mouth, and yet another dry crackly scream tears its way out of my throat. Two rows to grinding canines.
He leans down, nuzzling my neck. I turn my head, trying to scream again, but a hand covers my mouth. The other two hands rip my shirt, right off my body. I shriek loudly, even though my mouth is covered. He proceeds to do the same to my bra. I continue to struggle. But it's no use. A single tear drips down my face, when he slides my pants down. I cross my legs tighter.
Two hands work to part them, while the other two kneed my breasts. His mouth comes onto mine, and I keep my lips sealed tight. One of the hands on my breasts disappears. It clamps over my nose. I try to hold y breath as long as I can, but I open it wide and gasp for breath. I feel his forked tongue slither into my mouth.
The hands on my legs pry, so hard, that my legs come apart. They instantly reach for the panties. More tears leak down my face, and then there is no hands, no weight anywhere. I open my eyes.
There another man stands, his halo of golden hair, shining even in the rain. His body is covered in odd marks. He slits the four armed thing's throat open wide. It almost immediately shrinks in on itself, until it is nothing. I sigh with relief. The golden haired man comes over to me quickly. He uses his finger to wipe tears from under my eyes. Out of nowhere, he wraps a blanket tight around me. I curl in on myself, thankful the rain has stopped. I curl tighter, and instantly cry out on pain.
"Where does it hurt?" he asks. A fountain of blood pours over my mouth. Without hesitation he pulls me up, and cradles me to his chest. "What is your name?" he asks trying to distract me from the pain.
"Lucy."
Very faintly I hear him crooning, "Lucy. Lucy. Lucy." I cry out again. He tightens his grip and begins to run. He bursts through the gates. He pounds through the huge double doors. I here lots of other footsteps. Hands touching my face. The man holding me, barking orders. "Your going to be alright, Lucy." I feel myself being laid on a soft surface. Sheets and comforters wrapped around me. I sigh and snuggle into their warmth, letting darkness take me.