Hey, sorry about the long wait. IT'S CHRISTMAS BREAK! I'm off skiing and trying to beat my Nastar record. :) I just got sponsored by Vitamin Water so there's been a lot of paperwork and not enough laptop time. I'm hoping to update a lot quicker than I have been. Thanks again for reading my story and I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Tell me if I do something wrong that you don't like and I may possibly consider changing it. Remember, all criticism is good criticism (unless you're just being a rude fucktard. In that case I may break your computer with my superior hacking abilities *que evil laugh*)

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments yada yada you get the idea. Enjoy.

Magnus

Welcome to HEll.

That's what should have been written in big white letters on the "Welcome to New York" sign. I love it already. There are so many people in New York just waiting to be fucked over. I try to suppress a smirk as I turn to look at my best friend (and brother) Ragnor in the front seat. When his eyes meet my gaze I can tell he's uncomfortable. And afraid. I've never thought of myself as a scary person, but after digging deep enough to find the real person under the mask, I suppose he has the right to be uneasy.

Or even terrified.

I laugh to myself and he turns his attention back to the road.

"You know why we have to do this, right?" he asks.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, Rags. I know. We had to get out of that place because it was 'killing me slowly' and you didn't know how to deal with my 'episodes'. So of course the answer is to up and move TO A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STATE DURING MY LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL. Well, fuck you."

Ragnor looks at me with wide eyes.

"You know that what you did is not okay in any way shape or form, right? If you can't see that then you're even more fucked up than I thought." I turn to him and glare.

"We both know that bastard deserved it."

Ragnor grips the wheel tightly and looks towards me. "Magnus, no one deserves that."

I roll my eyes, "Whatever. What city are we staying in anyways?"

He sighs. "Brooklyn."

"RAGNOR HURRY UP OH MY GOD YOU'RE TAKING LONGER THAN ME WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE DOING IN THERE?" I continuously bang on the washroom door. It took me a while, but I finally convinced Ragnor to pull the stick out of his ass and come to a club with me.

"Gimme a minute, Mags!"

By the time we make it to the club, the place is packed. We wait in line because we're new to the city and my sheer awesomeness has not yet been recognized. I roll my eyes. By the end of the summer the bouncer will be bowing at my fucking feet. I chuckle at the thought and Ragnor nervously turns to me.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Two vodka tonics!"

The busty brunette bartender looks towards me and holds out her hand.

"Do you take Visa?"

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Cash only bar, honey."

I smile brightly, "You're a fucking ugly cow and you should pray on your whore of a mother's grave that I don't lean over this counter and rip your throat out with my bare hands."

I shake the thought out of my head and reach for my wallet.

"Heyyyy, Ragssss! Look over there. That blonde is soooooo sexy. Oh! She's looking over here. Definitely not at you! Should I go talk to her? Its been a while since my last fuck and I'm getting blue balls. I'm gonna go. Don't wait up for me."

I look away from a sulking Ragnor and stumble towards the little blonde on the dance floor. Ragnor has always been a depressing drunk. Alcohol causes him to contemplate his life choices. The blonde is giving me sex eyes. She's wearing a tiny silver dress and stiletto heels. I walk up to her and grab her waist. She turns around and grinds on me. After a bit of dancing I turn her around and pull two pills out of my pocket. She smiles and opens her mouth. One for her one for me.

The rest of the night is a blank.

I wake with a start and look around. I'm in a california king bed with burgundy silk sheets on it. Naked. I'm very naked. I look around for my boxers and pull them on. After exiting the giant room, I almost vomit at the size of the house. More like mansion. It's very modern, wide open space and windows everywhere. I feel like I'm in a fishbowl. I tiptoe downstairs, scared to touch anything and soil it. I hear some noises in the kitchen so I poke my head in. The blonde from last night is standing there in her underwear nursing a cup of coffee. She turns towards me and smiles slightly. Her eyeliner has melted off under her eyes making her kind of look like a sexy raccoon.

"Hi, I'm Camille."

Camille and I never fucked again after that night. But we did become friends. Great friends. She reminds me of myself. We're both sick people who get off on other's pain, I just tend to hide it better. By the end of the summer we owned the city. Anyone who is anyone knows who we are. We tear New York apart looking for new opportunities and crazier parties. We are the king and queen of the world. We practically own half the state.

The week before our final year in high school, we decide to indulge in our favourite pastime, blowing shit up. By the time the abandoned building completely caught fire we are across the street sitting in the grass, her head in my lap, both of us watching the show. The smell of gasoline and ash fills our nostrils as we breathe in the hot air. I stare up at the grey clouds now filling the sky.

"Magnus, when we go back to school, will everything stay the same? You're not going to get tired of me like everyone else, right? Because people do that. Leave me. Maybe I'm too cocky or I could just be a straight up bitch, but you like me, yeah?"

"Yeah. I like you. There aren't many people I can truthfully say that about."

"Me neither."

I look down at her, instead of her usual outfits she's dressed in a pair of black jeans and a loose grey t-shirt with a few holes in it. Her face isn't drenched in the muck she calls makeup and she looks truly beautiful. Her blonde hair is fanned out across my lap and I catch sight of a spray of freckles that stretches across her delicate nose. Her eyes are closed, eyelashes resting against her cheeks and at that moment she looks so innocent and young.

It makes me want to wrap my hands around her swan neck and squeeze.

Hard.