Chapter 7: Whodunnit? Whoknows? Whoainttellin?
Hopefully I can get one more chap in before the Great Unspeakable of Ten Days.
8 years before
"ZANDER!"
Alec began to run where the scream was coming from. It wasn't usually hard for him to see in the dark, but whatever Kitty had slipped into his tea made his head feel muggy. The mugginess was messing with his sight and balance. He wasn't very graceful in the first place, but he was stumbling too much.
What did she put in my tea!?
Apparently she put it in Atta's tea too, as he wouldn't wake up when Alec realized Kitty was gone and tried to tell him. Luckily, Kitty only knew the way to one place in New York: Central Park. And there was only reason Kitty would drug the only two people who were with her to go there.
"Kitty!" Alec spotted her by the lake, soaking wet and shivering. She liked to swim, but she didn't like the water. Alec never really questioned it, and Atta stopped questioning her about anything when she turned about four. "Kitty, are you alright?"
"She wouldn't see me Zander. They wouldn't let me talk to her 'cause she wouldn't see me. Why not?" Her face was wet, but not just from her dip in the pond.
"I don't know Kitty."
"If your own birth parents don't want ya, then what are ya?"
Alec was silent for a second as he put his arms around Kitty.
"I don't know Kitty. I don't know."
8 years later-Still Sunday
Jace, Isabelle, Clary and Alec were standing around a table, in the Institute library, with a map on it. The map had red dots on it in places that seemed random.
"Ok, what did you see?" Alec directed this question to the other three shadowhunters.
Jace was the one to answer him. "It was Clary's idea, but basically we just plotted where all the murders were taken place."
Isabelle pointed to the red dots as she explained. "They make a very crooked path to this beach over here."
Alec had suddenly gone very pale. Isabelle and Clary didn't seem to notice. Jace noticed, but Clary started talking before Jace could question his parabatai. "We can check out the beach, and maybe Magnus can look at the bodies when he gets back. He might know. And if not then maybe Alec was right, and we are dealing with something we can't handle."
Isabelle and Jace stared at her. Alec only nodded.
"Something we can't handle?"
"We can handle anything." Isabelle and Jace were talking at the same time.
"Yeah, we fought some greater demons-"
"And we were almost killed." Alec argued back, a scowl making its home on his face.
"Just you and Clary." Isabelle pointed out. "And Jace was like, mind-bonded."
"Thanks, Izzy, you definitely convinced our over-protective brother that we can handle anything."
Alec pinched the bridge of his nose. "Magnus got back today; I was actually going to see him after this. I'll ask him."
Clary nodded.
"…and then there was that one time were you got bit by a demon, what was it a-" Isabelle and Jace were having their own conversation at this point, when Isabelle noticed her older brother about to leave. "Oh, bye Alec! And remember when you pissed off that vampire and he threw you out of a third floor window…"
Alec sighed as he exited the room.
In the institute with Jace-obviously still Sunday
"Did you see his face?"
"What?" Both girls looked at Jace, quite confused, but both used to Jace saying random things didn't really expect him to explain.
"Alec. He knows more then he's letting on. When you mentioned the beach, looked nervous."
"Well he would have told us if he knows anything. And I'm sure he's just as frustrated as we are from the murders." Isabelle leaned against the table.
"But he wasn't frustrated. And remember when he told us that it was going to be a dangerous demon? There are demons that can make precise cuts. Even vampire fangs can make a cut like that. Not as big, but that clean."
Isabelle straightened up. "So what are you saying?! That my brother's hiding something?! You know Alec. He wouldn't hide something like this from us."
I'm sure he still has secrets Izzy. Ones that even you don't know.
"Well, I'm sure Magnus would know." Clary, temporary peacemaker between the siblings whenever Alec wasn't around, broke in the conversation. "We could ask him."
"What, is Magnus suddenly the answer to all our problems?!" frustration was clear in his voice. He really didn't like Magnus much. What, suddenly he knows Alec better than me?
"He is about 800 years old. I would think he would be pretty smart. Plus, we ask him for help all the time anyways. Like when the silent City was attacked, and when Alec was dying..."
"Actually, that was Hodge that called him."
"Yeah, but it was still us needing his help."
Jace tuned out the two girls as he walked out of the library.
In Magnus's apartment with Alec (Sunday)
Alec walked up the steps to Magnus's apartment. The cogs in his head were turning. Why does everything point to one person? If this were a book, then all the evidence would be too perfect to be her. But this isn't a book.
Reaching the door of Magnus's apartment, Alec finished the train of thought he was on, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"What, is seeing me that terrible?"
Alec's eyes snapped open. Magnus was smirking and leaning in the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and long white pants. His shoes were black dress shoes. He looked rather monotone, but that wasn't that thought that popped in his head. Kitty doesn't look like him.
There was a long silence before Alec realized Magnus was expecting a response. "Oh, um, no I just…um…well…" Alec couldn't figure out what to say and just stood there stuttering for a few seconds. Magnus finally took pity on the young shadowhunter.
"Come in before you end up standing there all night."
"Ok."
That night-Sunday still, but this time with Kitty
Kitty looked in the mirror. Her eyes were a darker green now, and she was beginning to look like her mother. She used to have a picture of her mother, but she burned it. The same was done to all her pictures of Zander and Atta. Kitty buried the necklace Atta gave her when she was eleven, turned her back on her father's "legacy" when she was sixteen, and nearly killed her only friend, Zander on several occasions. She never told him what she was doing whenever she snuck out of the house, but he always knew. He could always read her. Zander knew her so well. But he hasn't seen me in years. Will that change anything?
Kitty looked away from the mirror to the black marks on her forearm. Hopefully not.
Please tell me if I'm doing any characters wrong. Besides Kitty. Seriously, I'll take flames if I'm that bad. And thanks once again to BooksBeforeLife (If Kitty didn't know more then she's letting on, what fun would this story be?) for reviewing.
