"Holy Mary, mother of God, Marie, my feet are killing me! Hehe, that rhymed."
"Get over yourself, Senor Complaino. You've been whining since we left the James Perse boutique on W 39th street."
"Well, milady, I love myself too much and my ego is much too big to get over, no matter how hard I try." Alex and Marie were walking down the alleyway to the back entrance of the Institute, Sebsastian having ditched them halfway through their little excursion. They both knew that Ryan would ground Marie from her credit card if she came home with more than 3 shopping bags. The back door was the only foolproof way of avoiding him. As they neared, the two saw a red-haired homeless teenager sleeping near their stoop. It wasn't too uncommon; to moundane's eyes, the Institute looked like a rundown church they unexplicably couldn't get into.
"Aw, great. Time to dispatch the masses." Alex started towards her, then saw something glint in the quickly diminshing sunlight. "Marie, go get something or someone. She has some kind of weapon on her."
"Okay."
Alex heard the door close behind him as he knelt down and gently tried to pull the item from the girl's pocket. He felt her twitch and looked over to see if she had woken up. He finally suceeded in pulling it from the pocket.
"A stele?" Then her eyes snapped open and she swung her leg around to shove his crouched ones out from under him. He fell back and smashed his head against the hard, packed ground. She quickly shoved her shin against his throat and snatched the stele from his hand. She bent over him, a sharp dagger lifted over his head. It seemed to be made out of burnished brass, the underside of the blade cleanly curving while the top jutted sharply up about an inch from the hilt, then swooping back down to meet with the underside at a wickedly pointed tip.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tear your sorry adam's apple out," she growled. She had angry green eyes, dark around the edges, then lightening until they reached the pupil, which was ringed with grey-green, as if the pupil bled into the iris somewhat. They seemed familiar, somehow.
Alex snapped back to what was happening like a rubber band when the back door slammed somewhere in the distance. He broke eye contact with the girl to see Jace standing over them, staring increduously at the girl. Her mouth agape, she whispered only one word: "Jace."
"Clary?"
Heehee, I am so evil. *evil laugh* Would this fan fiction count as a diabolical plan to take over the world? I think so. Please review and comment. I won't be updating until I see ten comments! So please please please please please comment!
Oh, by the way, I am not Cassandra Clare even though I would like to find a genie and wish for him to change history so that I wrote the series, then I wouldn't have to be putting a disclaimer! Tata for now, my readers! Keep on keepin' on!
