A/N: As promised, here is chapter two! Once again, if possible, let me know how it goes so I can relay! Who knew the hospital would be such a wonderful place for imagination! XD And it always helps to gain some feedback! Lots of Love!

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Alec made his way quickly to the Institute, but he found that once he arrived he had no will to go inside. He suddenly wished that he had brought Magnus with him. He hadn't seen his family in months. He could still hear his father's harsh words chasing after him as he was thrown out the Institute doors: You're no child of mine! You're a disgrace to this family and a disappointment to the Clave! You'll be lucky to keep your Marks a week!

He took a ragged, deep breath and forced his feet to move towards the doors. He hesitated and decided not to knock. He was a Lightwood nonetheless; he still had rights to the Institute. As Reparations Officer and a Shadowhunter, the Institute would always be his home—even if he didn't live there.

Walking through the now unfamiliar halls, where all the pictures of him or including him no longer resided, he wondered how his family would react to him. He'd been called in to help them fight off a growing group of demons down in Alphabet City, very reluctantly to say the least. It had been his mother, Maryse, who had called.

He was ripped from his thoughts as a familiar voice squealed, "Alec!" and he was wrapped fiercely in the arms of his sister. Momentarily caught off guard, he stood frozen stiff for a moment before hesitantly patting her on the back and tightening his own grip on her. "Omigod…I've missed you so much! Mother said you weren't coming, that you'd never show…"

"Well, I'm here," Alec replied with a weak half smile. He took another deep breath, "Where is everyone?"

"In the library," she pulled away unwillingly and bit her lip in her nerves, "Waiting for you."

Alec nodded and they began to walk. Isabelle glanced sideways at her brother with a grim look, "Father isn't happy. Just…Try not to piss him off anymore than he already is?"

"Izzy, my mere presence—my mere existence—pisses him off," Alexander replied wryly before passing his sibling and entering the vast library before him. The shelves were overflowing with books and papers strewn over every table. His family sat in a bitter silence except for his parent's low whispering that ceased when Alec neared. Jace leapt from his seat and all but tackled his parabatai. Alec didn't miss the look of disapproval on Robert's face even as he hugged his brother.

Jace held Alec close, finally feeling the ache in his parabatai rune cease. He whispered lowly, "Damn it, Alec, where have you been?"

Alec simply smiled and pulled away, risking a glance at his parents. His mother offered a small look with what was attempting to be a smile. Robert scowled and stood, straightening the shirt he wore. His family was dressed similarly to Alec: ready for battle. He said nothing as he passed Alexander. The family took the silent cue and followed, Alec being last to do so. Jace offered him solace and walked beside him.

They took one car down to Alphabet City. Alec sat in the back between Izzy and Jace while Robert and Maryse sat in front, staring at the road ahead of them in a bitter silence. It seemed like ages before they arrived at their destination. It was an old, abandoned warehouse with the door hanging half off of its hinges. Robert's voice was low when he spoke, "Jace, take your mother around back. Isabelle will go through the front with me. Alexander, you climb up into the rafters and fire off as many arrows as possible."

Alec bit his lip, but held back his anger. Yes, go up in the rafters so I don't have to see you more than absolutely necessary. He cleared his throat and put on a brave face, "Then I'll go first. Give me five minutes to get into position and then come in."

Robert gave a stiff nod and Alec avoided the worried eyes of his siblings. But as he climbed out of the car and shut the door, he smiled at them in a reassuring sort of way. Then he turned and took in the building before him and deciding to go around the side in search of an opening other than the front door. He finally came to a halt in the alleyway, spotting a window on the second level of the warehouse. Alexander hoisted himself up onto a dumpster and managed to reach a notch in the bricks so he could pull himself up to the window. There was no glass left; it had all been broken out formerly to his arrival. The warehouse had a balcony around the entire outside of the building and the rafters spread wide across the ceiling. The Shadowhunter kept low while peeking over the balcony's edge. He saw a small group of demons crowding near the center of the building. None were too pretty, but they must've served their purpose of being there. The Glamour hiding them was a very amateur doing despite being concealed in the warehouse at the moment. Why were they here?

Alec stepped onto a piece of the old railing that was still standing compared to the fallen parts beside it and hoisted himself onto one of the rafters, straddling it for balance. He made his way carefully and quietly to the center and gripped his bow at the ready. He drew an arrow and pulled back the string, awaiting the arrival of his family. The demons, all six of them, didn't appear to have any weapons, but Alec knew better than to assume. They were speaking in their hissing language that he couldn't understand and he squinted down at the creatures. A movement caught his eye by the door and he drew up the bow, setting his aim for one of the larger demons below him.

The door burst open and he let the arrow fly. It hit home in the demon's throat and it gurgled as blood filled its mouth. He began to fire off arrows like a machine, in very fluid and exact movements. It was as if the bow, the arrows, the quiver—they were all a part of him, connected in some way. Alec had taken out four of the six with Jace close to killing a fifth with some assistance from Isabelle, and his mother and father taking on the last. Alexander drew up another arrow to finish off the demon for his siblings when he was suddenly knocked to the side with such a force that the bow flew from his hands. Alec's fingers snagged a rafter before he fell all the way down to the floor, surely a death sentence from this high up. He dangled in the air above the fighting below and struggled to control his now ragged breathing. Looking up, Alec saw an all too familiar face.

Jonathan Morgenstern stared down at him with a cruel smile plastered on his face. He balanced easily on the thin pieces of wood as he knelt above the Shadowhunter. "Hello, Alexander," he purred. He moved his foot to prod at Alec's already slipping fingers and the boy gasped as he began to slip closer to his death. "My, it's been a while since you and I have lain eyes on each other, no? Rumor has it that you're now residing with the warlock. Magnus Bane? Is that his name?" He toed his other hand making Alec struggle to hold himself up with only one hand for a moment before he was able to regain his grip. Valentine's son laughed, "I never thought you the type to go against the Clave, Alexander. I always pictured you a…naïve little boy," his smile was sadistic, matching his black eyes. "Too bad you have to die. Such a shame. I'm sure your family will miss you greatly, though some more than others…And your poor parabatai. Don't worry, he'll soon have another brother. Believe it or not, I have missed those smartass remarks of his…I think I look forward to hearing them." He winked, "For a little while at least. Then a Silencing Rune will come in handy. Luckily, for you, you won't need one to keep quiet." His boot crushed Alec's fingers, "I'll give Magnus word of your death. My sincerest grievances."

Alexander's cry let loose as he fell, but died abruptly as his body hit the concrete with a sickening thud.