Chapter 4.

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I was in deep thought about what happened today, the coffee incident and meeting Jace, Jocelyn's new rules, Clary crying in the street before we got to the Café about how she said her parents were fighting and she thought they were going to split up but didn't know for sure, and about how she might be moving away for a while. I didn't even see the stop sign I ran into until I realized what happened. Then I stopped and looked around me. I must've been walking towards the coffee shop because I was already halfway there. I didn't even remember walking to the shop. But I walked the rest of the way and went inside.

It was nice and warm in here compared to the cold, dark street. And it smelled like coffee beans which is weird because most of the coffee here is electronically made. I walked up to the barista and asked him if he's seen a curly, blond-haired boy around 17-18 years old. Wearing a dark blue t-shirt and jeans. He didn't answer just pointed to the double seat in the back of the shop. The same seat Clary and I were sitting in earlier.

I walked over to him and sat in the opposite seat. He gave me a sad, tired look that says a lot. Like he wasn't here waiting for us to come back, he just didn't want to go home. I could tell already that there was a lot going on I this guy's life he just probably didn't want to talk about it. He also looked really lonely.

"Hey, man, are you alright?" I said.

"Yeah, look, I'm really sorry about earlier today. I didn't mean to scare her or be rude. I knew you were talking about me, but I wasn't sure if I should come over and introduce myself. But when I saw the look on her face when I walked over I knew I had done something wrong. I didn't know what I did but I wanted to apologize for it."

"How long have you been sitting here?"

"Since you guys left. I didn't know if you'd come back or not but I had nothing else to do so I just stayed here and drank a lot of coffee."

"Well I came back but I came to talk about the thing she was freaked out about."

"Okay, I'm listening. I really want to make it up to her."

He must really care about her. Not many boys really notice what's great about her because they go by looks and boob size. But none of that really mattered with Clary. I liked her for her. And by the looks of it so did he. But she was terrified of him yet she stayed headstrong when he came over. I was proud of her then, showing no weakness or cracks just pure heart and dedication.

'I do too," I said. I shifted my conversation and started explaining what was going on. "Basically this is how it went down. So friends of ours were at a county fair on Saturday. They were taking a picture of a teenager with electric blue hair and were going to send it to Clary. Instead of taking a picture they took a recording and didn't know it until they played it back what was on the recording. It was you on the video with a bronze sword with an inscription written on the blade. You raised the sword and brought it down right on the chest of the boy. But instead of bleeding blood it was more of an oil black color and it oozed out of him. And he didn't lie there like a human he disintegrated leaving behind no mess at all. It wasn't even human as far as I'm concerned."

He looked at me like I was a freaking genius. But I wasn't the brain here, I needed answers. I knew Clary wouldn't like me near much less talking about him without her here. But she was at home keeping her emotions at bay while I sifted this problem out of the stack she has.

"You aren't supposed to be able to see that. That was an extremely powerful glamour. How did you see through it? You can't be one of us. There's no way you're one of us…"

He kept ranting on and on but I had stopped listening when he said 'one of us'. What did he mean?

"Wait. Wait. Wait. What do you mean 'one of us '? What are you talking about?"

"Huh? Oh right, that. Well see there's a world beneath yours that only certain people can see and understand. We're called shadowhunters. We eliminate demons and keep the people in the world safe and alive. If we weren't here the streets would run with flowing blood and unthinkable monsters roaming around,' the image that came to mind was not as much as a pleasant one. A dark city a black, obsidian, castle. Dark red streams ran around and throughout the castle like a moat. The sky was a dusky, dark orange and red ran across the sky, setting a strange tint on everything. Like wearing orange tinted sunglasses. But the image was blurry, like there was something missing. Not to mention all of the ash flying around and the smoky clouds. I scared me to think that's what the world could end up as that.

"Yeah it sounds scary, doesn't it?"

"How did you know I was thinking about it?"

"The terrified expression on your face when tried to picture it."

"Oh, sorry. So the guy, you know, the one with the blue hair. He was a demon?"

"Yes, he was a demon. Demons that are really powerful and take the form of any life. Anybody around you could be a demon."

"Then how am I supposed to trust you," I asked skeptically.

"You came to me first. You already trust me. You're just not sure if it's right to trust me."

He's probably right. I give out trust like it's a penny I found on a street. They just keep coming. Maybe that's something I should work on, you know, sorting out my trust.

"True. So you're not a demon right?"

"Right. But you shouldn't have seen the demon in the first place unless you have shadowhunter in your family. Which in, that case, I probably need to turn you in. how many of you could see the boy disintegrate?"

"Um, only four of us as far as I know."

"Can I see the video? You do have it right?"

"No, see I wasn't the one at the fair. I had a concert in a downtown coffee shop but my friends were."

"What friends?"

"Isabelle and Alec Lightwood. They're brother and sister but get along great. Clary and I wonder how, sometimes, they do it."

"Okay so it's just you, Clary, Isabelle, and Alec. That's all who saw the video?"

"Yeah, I think. Isabelle might have shown some people, but if so she hasn't told us."

"It won't matter."

"What do you mean 'it won't matter'?"

"Only shadowhunters can see it. And the population is decreasing every day, I don't know why you weren't brought up as a shadowhunter but I need to figure it out."

"You mean I'm a shadowhunter," I asked. I didn't really want to know. If my mom never told me then I didn't see how someone else could.

"Yeah, maybe. I need to do some research first so don't stray far from Brooklyn."

"Don't worry I didn't plan to."

It was true of course. I was planning on leaving Brooklyn. I had my band, school, family, everything was I Brooklyn.

"Okay good. Also I wouldn't mention this to your friends yet. They might not take it well. Just keep it to yourself for a while. I let you know when you can tell them. I want to be there to explain myself to your friends but for now I'll lay low. We don't need another run in like I did with you guys today. She might mention me but you can only speak of the first time we met, not now."

"Okay, sounds like a plan."

"I need to get going. I missed a lot of assignments today waiting for you or her to come back."

I checked my phone. I had five miss calls from my mom and around ten text messages from Clary. It was 12:56, no wonder they were trying to find me I guess.

"Oh my god, you're right I gotta go. Sorry but it's 1:00 in the morning and both Clary and my mom seem to be freaking out."

"Don't worry, we will meet again but for now keep quiet.'

"Thank you, for everything, I have to go. Bye," and with that I walked out of the coffee shop and back onto the cold dark street.