(Isabelle's POV)

I was excited to go shopping with Prin. I wanted to push her limits and test out looks on her. Of course, to do that, we had to go shopping.

The first store we went to was of course Victoria's Secret. The blonde was so uncomfortable that if I wasn't me, I'd feel bad. One of the workers had measured her, then I picked out cute lingerie for her.

Of course, I stayed within dark colors for the sake of her fair shading. Leaving, she held the bags and was blushing furiously. I took her to makeup and hair stores next.

It was a bit tougher on the makeup because her skin was so fair, but we eventually got her the perfect selection of base and powders and other makeup supplies. Getting her haircut was probably the best part. She was nervous as she was sat in the chair, and was gnawing on her bottom lip as they took down her hair.

By the Angel, it was longer than mine!

"I think you're going to love how I fix you up when we get back to the Institute," I said as I sat on the small chair beside her.

"I don't know, Isabelle," she sighed as the hairstylist began to cut the dead ends off of her hair. "I was always just kind of the girl to wear jeans and a hoodie then go on with my life. Nothing special."

"Well, I think it's time to change that, don't you?" I smiled to her. "How short do you want to go?"

Prin hesitated as she stared in the mirror. "Keep it long like this, but I would like to shave underneath."

"Got it," the male worker grinned and picked up the hair clippers.

I bit on my long red nail as the man picked off the hair to be shaved and took off the long strands. The hairs fell, and I gasped myself. Prin started to giggle, her eyes shut tightly.

"Oh my God, Prin, you're mad," I gasped, holding my own hair where she no longer had any.

The hairstylist finished up, put some hairspray and moose in her hair, then took off the black tarp around her. Prin opened her eyes and put her hands to her cheeks, letting out a squeak of joy. She turned to me, and I was awestruck.

She looked extremely nice with her hair trimmed, and if I hadn't seen the hair being shaved I wouldn't have noticed it immediately. We paid and left the salon. Going to different clothing stores, I didn't buy her too many girly things like I had planned to.

Instead, she got more edgy but still cute outfits. Heading back to the Institute, we were both holding bags, and we laughed as we talked casually. I realized when we came to the subway station where we would take a train to the station closer to the Institute that I actually really liked Prin.

She was like my own sister. I blamed it on the fact she was Jace's sister and I was too. Standing on the train, she ran her hand over the underside of her hair that was all gone.

"Jace may or may not die when he sees that," I giggled.

"I'm sure that he will," she laughed with me.

We left the train and headed back to the large place I called home. Our conversation was based on the boys on the train that kept staring at us when we walked the block of the Institute, but it was stopped sharply as a large cry was let out into the air. I looked up sharply to see a Forbidden banging on the gates of the Institute.

Before I could move, Prin was already beside the man, her fist colliding with his jaw. The large Marked man shouted as he stumbled back. Prin was almost glowing with adrenaline and fear as she positioned herself to take on the man.

He ran at her, and she jumped up. I was in pure shock, standing at the corner, watching the fight before me. Prin whipped around mid-air, latched her knees around the Forbidden man's neck, and spun around again.

There was a loud crack that made the air go silent. I saw Prin land on the ground a foot ahead of the man's now limp head, and she looked around before turning to me. She ran over to me and grabbed the bags she dropped.

"We need to go. Now!" her free hand grabbed my wrist and dragged me forward.


(Prin's POV)

"We need to go. Now!" I shouted at her as I grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the Institute.

She took a second to finally react. We ran through the gates and up the stairs. Inside, red lights and sirens flashed around.

Shadowhunters were moving around like a swarm of angry ants. I kept my hand firm on Izzy's wrist and dragged her away back towards my bedroom. Inside, I threw down the bags.

"What the hell was that!" she finally demanded, shutting the door. "Prin, you snapped his neck! Like it was nothing!"

"Because it was nothing," I told her. "We need to go and get ready. Isabelle, we might be under an attack by Valentine!"

"I'm highly aware of that, but I want to know why you're able to do something like that and not feel anything," she urged me.

"My old home, I was beat. I lost all emotions," I quickly gave her an explanation, then pushed past her.

I hurried to the training room, snagged up a stele out of a person's pocket, and went up to the wall where extra gear waited. I traced the rune and grabbed a pair of pants my size and a jacket. Shutting the door, I changed in a small hallway empty of anyone.

Dressed mostly for a good fight, I ran to the main room of the Institute. The doors to the weapons were all opened up. I went up to one of them and grabbed two Seraph blades and a spear.

"Prin!" Jace shouted over the commotion.

I turned around to see his tall figure racing towards me. He came up beside me, grabbed me, and pulled me into a tight hug. I stood stiff under his grasp.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling back and inspecting me. "Someone said they saw you break a Forbidden's neck. And. . . What in the name of the Angel have you done to your hair?"

I shook my head. "That's for later," I quickly said, sheathing two of my Seraph blades and putting the third into my boot.

There was a loud crashing sound, and I looked up to see one of the upper and larger windows be broken. People moved out of the way, shouting in fear as the shards came pouring down. Forbidden forces came along with it.

I held up my spear and looked over at Jace as he pulled out a larger sized Seraph blade. He glanced at me and nodded. I nodded back and dashed forward, twirling around my blade tipped staff.

A Forbidden ran at me, and I shoved the blade into his gut. He fell down. I yanked out my spear and whirled around, both hands on my spear, lodging the blessed metal spike into another Forbidden.

Jace leapt over my head and brought his Seraph blade down onto a Forbidden ready to hand me a critical blow. I nodded to him in thanks and sliced my blade through a Forbidden's neck. There was a loud crackle, and I looked up to see Isabelle standing on a table, her whip glowing dangerously with the threat of a painful death.

Smirking, I tried to block a Forbidden's weapon by holding up my staff. The blade he had left a notch. I sunk my spear into his chest and left it there while he fell to the floor.

I pulled out my two Seraph blades and held them to where the back of the blade pressed against my forearms, the actual blade poking out. One came towards me, and I swiped out one of my arms. His blood pooled at my feet.

More Shadowhunters joined in on the battle, the lights of Seraph blades glowing brightly. I couldn't completely focus on any of them except for the one perched in the window. I knew that person all too well:

Leo Nightwine.

I sliced through a Forbidden's neck, and began to walk towards Leo. He was smiling at the chaos below him. His dark green eyes finally traveled to me.

He grinned wickedly at me. I clutched my blade hilts and ran forward, my boots carrying up the walls of the Institute without issue, and I swiped out at him. Leo jumped forward at me, catching me around my torso.

We flew backwards, through a sheet of glass that slowed our fall, and we both rolled on hard floor. I landed on my back, and I clawed him down his face. He shouted in pain and flinched back from me.

He had moved back enough that I was able to bring up my feet, and I lifted both my legs straight into the air. Blood flew from his mouth as he screamed and flew backwards. I got back to my feet, positioned myself, and held my blades like before.

Leo stood back up, wiped away the blood on his mouth, and pulled out his own pair of Seraph blades.

"You still got it in you, Princess," he chuckled.

"I have more than you think," I shrugged simply.

"You won't have anything in you once I slit your throat," he smirked.

"We'll see about that," I smirked back at him.

I lunged forward, making it seem as if I was going to jump over him. He raised his arms and blades to attack me in the air. When I dropped to the ground and knocked his feet out from under him, he was quite surprised.

He landed on his back, and I kicked his weapons away. Standing over him, I held my blade tip against his neck. He held up his hands in surrender.

"Please, it's just business," he pleaded.

"You watched him do it to me," I growled furiously, trembling with hate and. . . energy?

"It was his plan, I just followed his orders," he tried to suck up. "Please, I'm sorry, Prin. Ple-"

"I can't forgive you," I whispered angrily. "I can never forgive you or the others. You knew what was happening and didn't bother to help me. You did this to yourself, Leo. All I have to say is I'm sorry and I hope you get into heaven peacefully."

With that, he began to shout for forgiveness. I sliced his throat, the blood splattering the floor. I shut my eyes tightly, turned away, and walked towards the battle still raging.

Only a couple yards from the training room, a boy with black hair and a bow in his hands stared at me. I stood on the bottom step, staring dead at him, our gazes locked. He aimed his arrow and shot at a Forbidden that ran towards him on the left.

I let out a small breath and walked calmly towards the Forbidden that were still fighting with all their might. I killed off one, and saw a familiar redhead be pinned against the wall by a Forbidden. Instinctively, I dashed forward and jumped onto the man.

He released her, and I flipped backwards with all the force I could manage. The man shouted in surprise as he was flipped over and slammed hard into hard tile stairs. The pressure of his body against the stairs made them all shatter.

One piece stuck straight through the back of his head. I found myself unbothered by the gruesome sight. Standing up straight, I saw Clary sitting on the ground gasping in fright.

I moved to the center of the room and saw five Forbidden come at me from all sides. I held out my Seraph blades and killed two, one, then the last two. Slowly, I saw all of the Forbidden either injure or knock out their opponents, then surge towards me.

"By the Angel," I huffed under my breath.

I looked around at the bodies littering the floors. Some were Shadowhunters, others Forbidden. There was no sign of Jace.

"Jace? Jace!" I called, moving around in a circle.

Isabelle was passed out on the table, knocked out cold. The boy with black hair was no where in sight. Clary was laid on the floor, cold to the world.

"Jace! By the Angel, damn it, answer me!" I shouted, seeing that I was the only awake Shadowhunter in the room.

One of the Forbidden stepped forward, my brother's body being held up in his hand by Jace's jacket. I gasped, staring at my brother. There was blood coming from his mouth and nose and a cut on his cheek, bruises all over his face, his blonde hair disheveled.

They tossed Jace down, my brother landing at my feet. I just stared at him, tears burning down my face, hands curling up so tightly the hilt of the Seraph blade groaning. It went from groaning to bubbling.

I couldn't focus on anything. The tears blurred my sight into a limp view of light gray that slowly glowed a furious golden-white shade. Sharp pain shot up through my whole body, forcing my head to snap upwards just to see the sun go dim.