Hello beautiful nerdlings, here is another chapter of my story that I hope yall will enjoy. For the record Aurelia, doesn't know exactly what a shadow hunter is, just that it's a something her mother had once said to a woman with long ginger hair. Madeline and Jocelyn had been friends while in the circle, Valentine didn't know that Jocelyn knew the twins were his. He himself could barely recall that night. Jocelyn and Madeline agreed that they needed to keep their children apart since it was a larger beacon for Valentine. Clary had met Aurelia and Mac when they were very, very young. But anyways, head on over to my polyvore to see character pictures and outfits Noellamonster. /Also maybe leave suggestions for who should play Raphael because I'm not too sure about who they have/

Last night wouldn't leave my mind, they called themselves shadowhunters and the boy…they said he was a demon. I was left with more questions, so many questions I thought my brain might explode or overload. How does one live when they have no answers to any of the million questions buzzing in their head?

The images of those people were burned into my mind, if I was good at drawing people like Mac was then maybe I could stop the pain thumping in my skull. I wondered if maybe he had drawn them. Sleepless hours passed before I finally gave up and threw off the comforter.

With a groan, I stood and walked from my room, I had to go to the girls' house. I doubt she had any answers but it's better to have someone who understood why you're so confused than to let your brain mingle and rot alone.

After taking a quick shower I dressed and headed out. As soon as I stepped out I regretted my decision to wear a flannel, the groggy heat stuck my clothes to me like glued paper. It was an uncomfortable sensation.

I walked into the house, an older dark skinned lady eyed me. "Hello" I spoke, "Is Clary home?"

"It is unwise you be here" her eyes flick to the upstairs, to a door. "She lives there" with that she turned and went back into her home, her door shutting behind her. Her plaque read 'Madame Dorothea.'

I walked up the stairs, the door was on its hinges. "Oh, shit", I peeked in and saw no one living although something felt very wrong. Quickly I ran down the stairs and outside to my bike then quickly peddled my ass home where my brother was waiting for me.

"Guessing you went to the girls' house?" I nodded, my chest heaving with every breath. "And something bad happened?" he grinned.

"Looks like someone broke in…but nothing was gone. What kind of robber takes nothing?"

"A murderer" he didn't care, of course he didn't care.

Before I could retort the windows around us shattered, beastly things I had never seen before came crashing through. Several of them looked like a terrifying combination of a spider, scorpion, and crocodile. There were also two men with black markings covering their pasty white bodies. They were inhuman.

Fear and shock mingled inside me, Mac was frozen in the same state. "Master said kill!" screeched the thing made out of children's nightmares, "Kill all!" it's screech was gurgled by purple liquid, and a knife protruded from its back.

"Run, upstairs! Grab the bags and run!" my mom stood in the doorway, her expression grim and blood covering her side. She was swept up easily by one of the black marked humanoid beings, another knife was dug into the things hand but seemed to only irritate it.

Mac roughly grabbed my hand and hauled through the door and up the stairs, the closed and barricaded door did little to diminish the screams of anguish fleeing from our mom. My heart dropped into my stomach, still racing as fast as ever. Mac pulled me along and shoved me into my room, I made for the duffel bag whose zipper was now there. Quickly ripping it open I found weapons and all the clothes I owned, most of which shouldn't have been able to fit in this bag. I slung it over my shoulder along with the guitar that laid on my bed. Mac came tumbling through the door that connected our rooms, his duffel in hand along with a blade that looked similar to the one Jace brandished last night.

One of the crossbred things crashed through my bedroom door, crawling its way up my wall and onto my ceiling. With ease Mac broke my window, shards flying everywhere. I picked up several of the shards as it launched itself at us, sending them spiraling into its disgusting deformed body. The nightmare creature twitched and convulsed as it fell from the ceiling and soon it diminished to dust.

I might have felt triumphant if more hadn't spilled into my room, Mac grabbed my arm and pushed me out of the window. We skidded down the roof and jumped into our small backyard where we once played all day, where our mother sprayed us with a hose on the hottest days of summer.

These things didn't give up, they flung themselves out of the window, one hurdling right onto me. Mac, without hesitation, ripped it from me, slashing it into ribbons. Still hearing the heart shattering screams of our mother, the blood curdling cries of the humanoid warriors and evil scorpion crocodiles.

We ran, our hearts beating much faster than they ever have before, fast enough to kill us.

We didn't stop for the longest time and once we did tears burned my eyes, Mac leaned against me in a huff of pain. We hailed a taxi once we caught our breath, "Just drive we'll tell you our destination once we figure it out." Mac said. "Look through your duffel, maybe mom" his voice broke, "Maybe she put an address in our bags, she must have had a place for us to go…she must have" he may have been horrible at times but he loved us, he loved us so much that sometimes it didn't matter how much he hated everyone else.

I rummaged through my bag and sure enough there was an address, Mac told the driver who seemed reluctant to allow us to go there. "Are you sure?" he kept questioning, every time my brother assured him we haven't changed our minds.

Thirty minutes passed before we arrived at what looked to be an abandoned church but as I stared at the old and deteriorating building it transformed before my eyes.

"You see it too, right?" I hadn't realized I was crying until now; my voice was hoarse.

"Yeah" Macs voice was weak, too weak to be his. I turned to see him hunched against the gate. Blood and a black liquid leaking out from his side and onto the dead grass.

"Oh god" I wanted to scream but it wasn't coming and maybe it was good that the scream wouldn't come out. I grabbed hold of him and helped him to the building. Using the key around my neck I unlocked the door, it swung open and I dragged him inside. We were met with the bewildered stare of an older man.

"Help, please help" I pleaded, he bent and helped me lift Mac. He led me down several hallways until we were in a room with several cots, Clary was unconscious and lying on one.

Isabelle and Alec rushed forward. "You saw us last night" Alec began.

"I don't care where I saw you!" I screamed, anger and sadness boiled inside me, "Fix him! Fix my brother!"

"Let them work, dear" the older man said, "Come with me, take up your bags and come with me" Isabelle and Alec went right to work on Mac who somewhere along the way lost consciousness.

I took hold of my bags and his then let the old man lead me out of the room, "I'll take you to a room, you can stay as long as needed" sympathy flowed through his words, "As long as you tell me what happened, as long as you tell me who you are." And I did.

"Your mother was Madeline?" he questioned again, I couldn't bring myself to answer him anymore. Questions didn't matter, they wouldn't matter until my brother was okay. I couldn't lose my brother and my mother, not at once. I don't know how I'd live.

"Right, I am sorry my dear." Hodge, that was this man's name. "Thank you, Aurelia, for speaking to me when I'm sure it's the last thing you want to be doing right now." He left after that, I curled into the bed and let myself fall into a restless sleep.

Several times I woke up that night, screaming and crying. Before Mac would have come in and comforted me until mom came in with some tea for my restless and nightmare filled slumber. But now I was alone, I was going to be alone until they fixed him…if they could fix him.