Funny deep narrator voice.

Later that day far really it just sounds cool when I say that.

Alec and Magnus...er...Marco, had been playing chess for a while before I decided to watch. Alec hasent said one word, at all. But that's not a problem, Marco talks enough for me, Alec, Magnus and himself.

"Tuning a cello is pointless. Don't you agree? I mean, who even plays it? Do you like oranges? I do. And bananas. But the peel is...ugh. Like eating a rusty penny. Don't do that. By the way. Its a bad idea. Do you like glitter? I think you do. Everyone does. Glitter is mans way of trying to be unicorns. Why can't we all be unicorns? How awkward would it be to have a prostate exam done by a unicorn? Like oh yes, just let me shove my hoof up you ass. No thank you. I'm okay, I'm just gonna go get ice cream from this big white van with a creepy old dude in it. Also don't do that. And honey I sent honey. I don't like tea, or coffee for tha-"

"Do you understand the words shut the fuck up, you cock sucking son of a bitch who ass fucks her father.!? " Alec suddenly roars, making me jump. Everyone else just goes about, as if this kind of language, if you can call it that, is normal.

" Did I just get called the product of butt sex incest? " Marco asks, after moving a pawn finally. Alec runs his hand through his ink hair and nods, growling. Actually growling like a panther. A panther with beautiful blue fire eyes that you can just-

"Check mate you Clint licking whore." Alec interrupts my train of thought, smirking at Marco. Marco sighs, resetting the board. Alec leans back in his seat, tipping it so only the back two legs touch the ground. His face suddenly goes slack, his angular features casting shadow on his cheeks. He allows the chair to slam back into place and Alec stands up. He reached out and pokes the air, as if something is there. Marco looks up at his up raised hand, frowning.

"Alec, did you drink your coffee this morning? You know it has your meds in it " Marco says, his voice dropping a little. Meds? Like medication? Why does Alec need medication? Is he sick? Is that why he keeps on saying mean things? Poor Alec, I hope he's going to be okay.

"Why does he need medication, Marco? " I ask, jumping when he dosent answer, but a deep voice from behind me does.

"He's crazy, that's all are." Jace/Sebastian says. His fire-sun hair is wet and his amber eyes are wild looking, like a predator.

"I'm not crazy." I tell him, defiantly. He barks out a laugh. Crossing his arms over his bare chest that still glistens with water. "Seraphina, we are all crazy. Iv got different people living inside of me for Gods sake! I'm crazy! " He throws up his hands, a wild grin on his golden face. Everything about him is wild right now. Before it was cool, collected. Calm. That's it, he was calm.

" Fine then, if Im crazy, how am I crazy? " I demand of him, trying to sound mad but failing, I can't sound mad, father never let me. I don't know how.

"How the hell and I suppost to know? I don't know you."

"Exactly! So if you don't know me, how can I be crazy? " I exclaim, standing up. I go up to his brows. Is rare that someone is taller than me. I'm a tall person.

"Your in the loony bin, arnt you? So you must be crazy."

"How! There's nothing wrong with me! " I scream in his face. This seems to amuse him, as he laughs. A maniac laugh that sends chills down my spine.

"Your all going to burn in hell! Everyone is! Even I am. Just you watch! I'll be sitting on my throne of fire as you all are raped by demons. I'll be eating chocolate and you'll be eating cum! " Alec makes me jump again, I forgot about him.

"I want a throne of fire, that sounds beautiful. Fire is beautiful." I tell Alec. He nods his head vigorously, laughing.

"Just you wait." He grabs at my shoulders, his laughter suddenly cutting off, his blue fire eyes serious.

"Seraphina, I'm telling you. I'm scared. I don't want that throne of fire." He tells me intently, his husky voice hitching.

"Why ever not? Fire is the most beautiful thing. I would love a throne of fire." I contradict him, frowning. His fingernails dig into the exposed flesh of my shoulder blades.

"You don't understand, it hurts." He groans out, nails digging deeper and deeper. Don't say anything, don't let him know that it hurts. Don't let him have that power. Seraphina! Are those tears? I shake my head at myself. Of course not, I'm not crying. Why would I be?

"The throne burns into me, scorching my skin to the seat.I can't leave, it won't let me. No. No! NO!" I can feel a warm liquid ooze from where his nails dig into me. That's okay. Your okay. It doesn't hurt. DONT LET HIM HAVE THE POWER! I scream at myself.

I notice a shaggy haired man-boy next to Alec, suddenly appearing. He whispers into Alec's ear, and Alec suddenly let's me go. I can feel the blood drip off my back and onto the pretty wood floors. I almost thank Simon, but think better. He can't know that it hurt.I can't let them have that power. And plus, Simon doesn't like people talking to him.

Small hands take mine and I look down to find fire hair, Clary.

"Come on, Seraphina. Let's get you to Ragnor. " I allow her to drag me out of the small room and down the hall with white walls. At the end she turns to a door in the left, opposite to Lucian Graymarks room. She knocks once and a albino man answers.

"Yes, my dear? " He says, smiling at Clary and me.

"Alec had an episode, and Seraphina got caught in the middle. He got her back pretty good. Nothing to severe. But it must hurt." She turns a worried gaze to me, and I shake my head.

"It doesn't hurt, really." I try and assure them. Clary gives me a disbelieveing look and Ragnor tsks at me.

"Oh, dear. It must has got some claws. " With that he opens the door some more, allowing us in. It looks like a mini hospital. All done up in white and smells like distasteful things.

"I'm fine. Really. Its just a scratch." I raise my hands up and try to suddenly grabs my arms, her beautiful fire green eyes burning into my own. Her little pink lips draw back into a snarl.

"Why wont you let me help you. Let me help you or I will rip your tounge out." A jolt of runs runs down my back and I stifile a gasp. Clary shakes my rigid body, a random tear running down her freckled face.

She let's me go, the single tear turning into a steady stream. I don't understand. What did I do?

"I'm so sorry." She gasps out then flees the room, hiccuping.

I look at the albino man, confused,

"What did I do? " I ask, my voice raising an octave. He sighs and shakes his head.

"You didn't do anything wrong, honey. Clary's just...scared."

Why in the world would Clary be scared?

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So, Alec mental breakdown! You have no idea how fun that was to write. And no, before you think onto it too much, nothing of what he said had anything to do with the plot.( you know, if I knew what in was doing with this. Pshhh, I have a plot all thought out...shut up.) Anyways, now that I'm done talking to myself. Leave me what you think should happen. You know in a review? Please, tell me what mistakes I have made.

~Lace