What's this? What's this? A chapter? Could it be? No, Megan forgot about this story!

And...that's where those imaginary voices in my head are wrong. I did NOT forget about this story. Like, you know when someone gets a brain fart and they don't update for a bit? Yeah, well this was more of a brain stomach virus. Yeah. That bad. But, I finally crawled out of my cave 'o despair and wrote this chapter. You can all thank Alicefreak101 for this chapter, pretty much the whole entire chapter plot was her idea. THANK YOU KAT! But, as a white flag for leaving this poor story to survive on its own, I made this chapter extra long for you guys. Truce?

I'll do this each chapter. For any character, I'll put a song that describes them.

Song to describe Clary in this whole story but mostly this chapter: Black~Kari Kimmel

And for Jace: Love Runs Out~One Republic

I think both are pretty badass, but that's just my opinion. But about that truce…

The boy rolled away from the ravner as it snapped at him. Clary moved out of the way as he ran out of what was presumably his bedroom, judging on the basketball trophies and pictures of him and other people. Clary held on tight to her Serpah blade and swung out at the demon, the blade making a strange sound as it cut through the thin air. The blow sent one if the demons' dwindling, steaming tentacles across the floor, the ichor still dripping from the stub and singing the delicate carpet. The ravner roared and launched herself at her. With years of complex and intense training, she was able to flip away from the spinning creature and onto the bed. The demon sat there for a minute, confused. It was no surprise; Ravner demons weren't exactly the smartest of the bunch. Slowly, it turned. "Angel child to eat...the bessst." Clary shook her head and jumped off of the bed, and jammed her blade into where it's spine would've been, had it had one. Despite their lack of brains, ravners were hard to kill. The demon bucked her off of its back as she tried to pull her weapon free of its tough, scaly flesh. As she hit the wall, a resounding crack sounded throughout her skull, and for a short moment she was still, before jumping back up and taking another swing at the angry demonic creature. With a roar that would have made shattering glass sound pleasant, it's remaining limbs crumpled like food going bad in fast motion. It's body crumpled together like a dying leaf, and then it was gone. Clary raced out of the apartment and across the parking lot, dialing Alec's number on her phone keypad. "Alec," She panted as she ran across the lot. "I need backup. Bring Izzy. I'm at Westbury Springs apartments. Don't ask why, just please come." And then she hung up, picking up her pace by pumping her small arms. She had to find the mundane-whom she was beginning to think wasn't a mundane at all. He had seen her, so he at least had to be part something. He wasn't a mundane with the sight. A Ravner wouldn't attack hind. They were servants, not hunters. Someone sent it, and specifically for someone who lived there. His skin was too tan to be of the fey, he didn't seem to have the agility and strength of a werewolf, which also ruled out the option of a bloodsucker. As Clary continued her descent, she noticed that the air seemed thick, the consistency of butter as fog filled the air the further she walked. Eventually, she found him, kneeling on the side walk and holding something in his clenched hands. As Clary got closer, she discovered that it was a jacket. Clary stopped and knelt down, ignoring the head rush it gave her the best she could. He looked up at her. "What was that thing?" He asked her with wide eyes.

"I'm not sure if I told you, you would believe me."

"I'm tough. I can take it."

"It was a demon—sent for you or your family."

"A few minutes ago, you would've been right—I wouldn't have believed you. But this is my moms. There's blood on it, and both she and my dad are no where to be seen, when they both would've been home by now."

She nodded-she didn't really know what else to do. And then she stood up, extending a hand out to him. "Come on."

"Not now." He waved her hand away. "I don't feel that great." Oh crap.

"Did the thing hurt you anywh—" She caught him as he headed for the cracked sidewalk, falling to her knees on the cement and banging them up in the process. "Shit."

"Clary?" She whipped her head around and saw Isabelle and her sibling heading toward her. As they got closer and saw her, they each broke into a run. "Help me get him up." She said when they arrived. "A Ravner got him." She pointed to the three parallel gashes she had found on his arm, already purpling around the edges. Alec hoisted one of the boys arms over his shoulder and Isabelle took the other. As Clary stood up, her head rushed, her vision going in and out. She stumbled to the side and then righted herself. "Clary?"

"I'm fine." She said, and touched the back of her head, where a pulsating pain was radiating from. Her fingers came away a dark red, slick with blood. "Oh, crap." Clary said, and then she fell into oblivion, the stars falling around her like silver rain.

Alec turned his stele over and over again in his hand, blowing out a breath. He looked over at Clary, rubbing the parabatti rune on his neck. She was fine, just some internal bleeding that the brothers had fixed with a bundle of runes and some other things he couldn't remember. The boy she had found, the one from the club, was a different story. It was tricky to rid him of the demonic poison simmering in his veins. His clothes had been burned, just in case. They did have some of his poisoned blood on them anyways. Suddenly, there was a gasp, and then Clary sat bolt upright in her bed in the infirmary, coughing and rubbing at the back of her head. "By the angel, that hurt. Wait, why do you you look like someone just shot Church—wait did someone really shoot Church?" Alec laughed and shook his head. "No. I'm just kind of surprised to see you up after being out for a whole two days.

"Why?" And then she turned her head to the right. "Wait, I remember him. Didn't he...he had poison-he was cut by a-"

"Ravner. I know. We got it, and he's fine. You too have been out for two days, counting today."

"Why was I out?"

"I was kind of wondering that my self. You had internal bleeding." He tapped his forehead. "In here. How did that happen?"

"Oh. That. Well, when I was trying to kill the Ravner, it sort of three me into the wall. I knew that crack didn't sound good."

Alec shook his head. "Clary, one of these days you're going to get yourself killed."

"Nah. I'm invincible." She tree her legs over the side of the bed and then stood up.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"I'm hungry."

Clary sat on the infirmary bed, flipping through a book about assassins all competing in a comport ion to see who was the best assassin. Such mundane fantasies should not be believed. True, there were killers in the world, magical ones too. But they didn't kill their own kind. They only killed things that these mere mortals couldn't even begin to imagine. Clary reached into her shirt and pulled out the necklace, gripping the ring made warm by her body heat. They truly had no idea what they were blessed not to be part of. Suddenly, the infirmary doors burst open and Clary let go of the necklace which settled back onto her breastbone. "Clary." Isabelle said, poking her raven-colored head into the room. "You need to come to the library right now."

"Why?" Clary stood up, her book abandoned.

"The bejing institute's been attacked."

Hmm…what's going on now?~Mermaid12108