AN- yeah I just ran out of time. There was nothing I could do about it. Life can get in the way of things, but I think I'm ready to start on this again. No promises for updates but after finding this after it being a forgotten memory for so long…. Well things will not be the original plan. Then again, those who subbed so long ago, maybe you will be happy that there is going to be some kind of update? I like reviews. Reviews are the only reason I'm continuing so good, bad, ugly, leave them! Do not expect regular updates. Do not be mad when you do not get them. I am only human… I just like playing in the shadow world….
Characters are nothing more than my playthings. I do not own any of the tmi crew.
What makes you think that it'll all work out in the end,
Afraid to feel bad
Better off to try and pretend
I'm immortal, immune to all that is wrong
Just keep on wishing, crossing my fingers so long…
-Only the strong survive, Flaw
Dinner. It always dragged on in the Greymark house. Clare's mother insisted they talk about their days, and have real conversation. Distracted was the only way to describe Clay that night. For years she had never been able to shake the feeling of being watched. She kept zoning out and watching the window. That flash, it had to be a flash.
She had once told her mother about the flash, her mother had laughed, Told her it was nothing. The next day she was taken to Magnus Banes home and she didn't remember much more. The memories were faint… any time they went to see Magnus she had to really reach for the memories. They were like little silver oil bubbles in water… every time she would reach for one, it would scatter away… leaving a shadow of what it was. Runes… or atleast that's what she called them danced in a oily film in mind. She could see them, but not connect them to draw. They wouldn't connect from mind to reality. The flashes. The feeling of being followed. It was fimilure, but she couldn't place the when's. This frustrated her. It all linked together to Magnus. She had to see him, without her mother… while she could almost touch the slippery slivers in her mind…
Jocelyn looked at her daughter with concern. She seemed to be locked thin her head more often these days. Their family had secrets. Clay was almost an adult now. It wasn't healthy for her to become so locked in her head. Maybe the truth would make it stop, but the truth would crush her daughter. The truth would kill her. The world was not what it appeared. They lived a normal life here. A mundane life. It was time to make sure life stayed that way. It was time to see the warlock. Oh if only her daughter knew the world they lived in...
Dinner was over, The plates empty, save for Clare's, which had a few bites missing, but obvious her food had just been moved around. They all retired to bed, almost as silent as dinner had been tonight.
Clay beelined to her bedroom. Tonight she made this all stop. Tonight she fixed herself.
Hours passed, Clay laid awake in bed. Not a sound came from her home. Everyone was sleeping. It was time. Window was opened quietly as she lifted her small frame out only to land with a thud outside. She was far from graceful at times. She climbed to her feet and took off at a sprint. Now where was she going…. Her mind raced as she grabbed at the silver strands of oil in her mind. Elm Ave. Elm St. Elm Ct. It was elm. She was sure of it. A long hike to all, but will in the same direction. She had not map. No money for a cab… but being a Friday night, she had time. She slowed, took note of direction and headed to the left, to head through the party district. Under cover of night she moved. The flashes were not with her. She was alone.
Sounds, so many sounds. Music pouring. Engines. Life. The town was full of life. It never seemed to quiet. An artists eye took in the beauty of it all. People were happy. A scream broke it. A rush of humans chasing something…. A dog? An ear shattering hiss sounded. Voices shouting…. She knew those voices, from where she couldn't place. A fog. Everything important was a fog. Not thinking she followed the sounds. Something inside her leading her…. It was for sure that Clay had no sense of self preservation.
What met her eyes, well that was the sight of what her nightmares were made of…
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In a dark room film was being developed. Jonathan. Clary. His legacy. It would soon be time to bring his family together. His exwife would soon make her yearly trip to the warlocks. Johnathan's family inthe dark of their sons activities after hours. They had no idea what he did, who he knew. The boy was far from the angel they thought. The blood coursing through his veins special. He would make contact tonight with his son. Tonight when his son took to his pointless pastime of racing that stupid car of his.