Chapter 2

Hey Guys! First Fic and it may be a little confusing. I decided not to do an author's note on the first chapter as I think you should just read and see what you think. I have decided to make this fic from the end of COHF BUT some people who may have died in previous books may still be alive in this fic so be prepared for random deceased characters to reappear again! Thanks to everyone, I hope you enjoy and I would love any comments or just if you keep on reading! Thanks, ffa123

OOC

"Let me get this straight," Maryse Lightwood's blue eyes watched Kahea's carefully, from over her wooden desk in the institute's office, searching for a hint of lies behind them. "You're saying, that you somehow managed to get over here from another dimension?" Maryse leaned back in her chair, "I can't believe you lot, my own children, believed this CRAP!" she raged, suddenly gesturing angrily at her children
"What!" Exclaimed Isabelle, Alec and Jace in unison
"Like we would…" Alec demanded
"How could you…" Isabelle interrupted
"It's not…" Jace said heatedly
"SILENCE!" Maryse said, the venom in her voice enough to quiet all 3 of her children "What proof do you have?" That quietened them all.
"She's gifted" Jace said suddenly, breaking the silence "Like Clary and I, I just know that I've never seen anyone fight like that before, and it can't be natural. I've never seen her runes before either, I mean look," Jace gestured a Kahea "I don't think she even owns a Steele."
"What do you mean? How else could she apply runes?"
"I apply them by touch" Kahea said, eyes narrowed in confusion "How else could you…"
"Let me see your arm" Maryse orders Kahea. She obliges, pulling back the arm of her jacket, revealing dark spiralling runes that almost seem to pulse in the dim light of the room.
"No," Maryse breathed leaning in closer to examine the runes on Kahea's arm, she observed Kahea's arm for a few seconds longer before looking up into her face "How did you get here?"

Alec's POV

It has been over 4 months since we found Kahea, she has already become an inseparable part of our family, she seems to give everyone what they need, I know she will continue to live with us, she already seems like a sister to me. Life seems brighter when she is around, a light we needed ever since Max has gone. We still know little of her past, it's clear that things are very different in her dimension than in ours. For instance there are more demons there, and shadowhunters are not in peace, but warring over something Kahea herself always seems to skip over. Kahea is very skilled, possibly even rivalling Jace (which is always a source of entertainment for Clary) she is currently teaching him to improve his combat, you can see how it has helped him, and already in hunts Jace is faster and gets hit less often. To Isabelle, Kahea is understanding, able to say the right things at the right time, she learns and listens extraordinarily patiently and counters every negative thing Isabelle says about herself with logical answers. To Mom, Kahea is fascinating, always seeming to know what to do, she has proven to be supportive to mom, fitting into our lives seamlessly. Kahea is a help to everyone I care about, which is why she is important to me, I suppose it's also because Magnus likes her, he is fascinated by her runes and her dimension though I have a feeling Magnus knows something about her not even Kahea knows about herself. I am jerked from my thoughts as Isabelle and Jace barrel into my room.
"Today," Says Isabelle, her dark eyes glinting fiercely
"Today?" I ask uncertainly, somehow sensing that we may break something unfixable "Are you sure,"

"Today. Now." Jace interrupts, his voice so serious, startlingly different from his usual tone
"Let's go then," I say. Today is the day then. Today is the day we confront Kahea about her secrets.

Kahea's POV

I sit on the floor of the Institute's training room; hunched over, glaring down at my dark sword, watching as the patterns shift and swirl, waiting, but I have been patient enough. I reach my hands out to grasp the blade, despite the cold, I wonder if the messaging system simply doesn't work between dimensions or if they are simply not answering. My head snaps up as the door opens, but relax as I see that it is only Alec, Isabelle and Jace.
"Hi," I say as I steal an anxious glance at my sword, then I drag my eyes away from the tenebrosity of the weapon; the instant I look up I see something is wrong. "What's wrong?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
"That you don't trust us," Jace says, his golden eyes boring into mine "You know all about us, we know next to nothing about you. What is it like in your dimension, your life? How do live? And most importantly, what did they do to you?"
I am stunned for a second, then emotions flash through me like lightening through a stormy sky, too quick to react to, just slow enough comprehend. Shock, fear, anger, they pass through my mind but slip through my understanding. I hide my confusion from them by looking down at the floor.
I realise the time has come, I can't hide it any longer, they have trusted me and I have to do the same. I take a deep breath, and rise slowly, "You're wrong, I do trust you, I trust you as much as anyone else in my life" I laugh bitterly "And that's not just because I trust virtually trust no-one. I didn't tell you because I needed to know that you weren't going to be like the other shadowhunters, the ones in my dimension that want," I pause and breathe slowly "to kill me. I knew I could trust you but I couldn't bear the thought of telling you, but you deserve to know." Already Isabelle's eyes have softened, I feel as if her gaze will shatter me so I watch Alec instead, but his brotherly look of concern is as painful as Isabelle's pity-filled expression. I look to Jace, knowing he will not have yielded and sure enough his cool and defensive golden eyes hold me together, pity is not something I need now. "I'm not a shadowhunter," I say "Not naturally anyway, mortals in my dimension know about shadowhunters, they don't hide, so it was obvious to everyone that the demon problem was getting serious: too many demons, too few shadowhunters. The mortal cup was destroyed, there was no way of creating new shadowhunters, until a scientist came up with a solution: using a mix of blood and runes, he would create a new type of shadowhunter, they would be faster, stronger, more skilled." I pause, keeping my eyes far away from my friends faces eyes downcast, watching my sword "The first of these shadowhunters, was me. I was a perfect candidate: young, strong and I had been raised on a military base after my parents died so I was obedient. Then they began, injecting blood, putting runes on my skin, I don't know exactly what they did to me but I know that after a while the problems with shadowhunters began, and that's when I lost my humanity. There was pressure on the scientists now, I needed to be ready to defend myself and them against the shadowhunters who would soon find us. However I was weak. Too weak. My heart couldn't beat by itself, it wasn't powerful enough to cope with all the new blood in my veins, they had only hours to come up with a solution. And they did, they removed the problem: my heart."