Just a small part of the fight. a really small fight. this wasn't part of my dream though, but I had to finish it somehow. i don't own anything... enjoy!
Chapter 11: Escape
"This is so not far!" Clary yelled as the elevator went down, holding all of the Conclave of New York except her and Isabelle, stationed there to watch her. Izzy lounged on a couch as she watched Clary stalk back into the living room and pace. Then Clary stopped to stare the other girl in the face.
"Do you even care?" she asked quietly.
"Not really. They gave me a job, and I'm doing it," Isabelle observed her neatly filed and painted nails.
"Oh my angel, even you are not yourself today. At least before they didn't keep a guard here!"
"Yeah, and you got to Idris any way. I say, it's good I'm here," Isabelle got up lazily and walked over to the window, drawing the corners of the curtain so that she can see out. After a while, the relaxed posture spiked into an all alert, ready to move feel. "They're gone, let's go," she moved away from the window quickly and flung her jacket on and threw Clary one too. Clary just stood, awed.
"What? I thought you were on their side."
"You got to give me more credit, girlfriend, I wouldn't miss a fight like this, now let's go!" Izzy pressed furiously at the elevator button. "If only I could just jump out of the window like Jace," she murmured, "that'll be awesome."
"But," Clary was still a little slow, but she moved to stand beside Izzy and walked into the elevator as it arrived. "They took the cars."
Isabelle's face materialized a faintly mysterious smirk, "Told you it's good that I'm here."
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The last time she had ridden a motorcycle was into the New York twilight sky with Jace in front of her, and compared to Isabelle, Jace drove very cautiously. You would think that being on the ground and in traffic would make Isabelle less daredevilish, but nothing made her less daredevilish. They passed through the streets so fast that it was hard to open her eyes, and Clary could barely even hold on to Isabelle's waist. "We'll probably even get there before they do, I mean, no one drives like I," Isabelle had warned her. Now Clary sort of regretted ignoring the voice in the back of her head that had told her never to get on this death machine with Izzy.
As they got past the busy streets and into calmer areas of the state, Clary started to relax. Their surroundings possessed less of a danger, not to them, but to themselves, for the towering buildings gave way to vast green lands. In what felt like a few minutes, they were in Albany.
Putting Simon on speaker, the two girls received the exact address of the portal, the point of which Simon's Mexican crew have already gotten at. They needed to hurry.
Finding the address took little time with Isabelle's iPhone, and the place turned out to be a huge field of crops looked over by no one, since of the farmers who had owned the place died long ago. Even before they had came close, Clary had seen a field dotted with a mob of humanoid things.
Once they parked their bike close by, Izzy pointed out the Conclave's cars. Since the Silent Brothers had died, the Shadowhunters have gotten used to driving, a thing that had annoyed the ancient archivists, the only reason why every one had avoided them. They saw the group standing just outside of the car doors and thought better than to walk straight over. They would observe what the Nephilim will do, then join in to help.
As Clary crouched beside Isabelle behind a bush, she really got to notice the Downworlders in the crowd. What she thought would be a replica of the well trained and disciplined force of Valentine's choosing was actually a group of what looked like under-paid city workers who could barely afford clothing or personal hygiene. Clary thought that perhaps none of them even knew who Valentine was, and was just doing this because they needed some pocket money. Even werewolves need to buy food sometimes.
Clary realized, for a sudden relieving moment that the Downworlders were not of one mind either. In fact, they were turning on each other just as Clary watched. A Faerie bit at a vampire's ear as the vampire sucked the pixie's blood. A wolf leaped on several warlocks, causing them to turn and raise their hands to blow the wolf to pieces. This was going to be a easy fight, Clary thought.
Just then, Isabelle's ringtone blared through the noise, and some vampires turned around to their direction, then thought better of it and returned to their brawl with a wolf. Isabelle cursed under her breath and held up the phone so that both of them can hear it. Simon's laugh ringed through the speaker. "Both of you better be proud of me for my Spanish classes! I got some of my friends to become my minions, I told them I would give them a great amount of blood if they helped us. We've already been hacking through the crowd, and we're getting close to have ciento killed! Ah, love me!" He laughed again and then there was a horrible tearing and cracking sound that Clary never wanted to see what caused it.
"Okay, awesome, how many more do you think are still in the crowd?" Isabelle said in a harsh whisper.
"Well, it seems like we've gotten through a good portion of the crowd, and now even as we go, some of the Downworlders are already dead, are you guys killing yet?"
Clary looked over to the Conclave, but they've only just started to hack through the enormous mob, and Simon was no where to be seen. "Yeah," she replied, "but the Conclave's only just started, I doubt their accomplishments have made it to you yet." She looked over again to see that the Shadowhunters were having absolutely no trouble killing the unskilled, working class Downworlders, and she began to wonder if they had over-estimated this situation.
"Simon," Izzy said, "um, they seem to be killing each other..."
Clary saw that Isabelle had kept her eyes on the crowd in front of them, and she peered to that direction to see three vampires stalking their way towards the girls' hiding spot. "Oh no, okay, bye Simon," Izzy rushed to clicked her phone shut. Swiping it into her jacket pocket, she stood up and brought out two seraph blades and called out their names. They burst into flames like light savers and Isabelle handed Clary one of them. They attacked.
Though her body was still in fatigue from the previous days, Clary had no trouble moving her limbs at her will. And with all the training she had put in throughout the months, killing these guys felt like a piece of cake. Their moves were so predictable. They lunged at her throat, but all Clary had to do was flick them off with the knife before they came to contact. She was going through with a breeze along side Isabelle when a hard force made contact with her shoulder and grabbed her back.
Jace pushed Clary behind him and took out the remaining vampires. Then turned around, "I'm not even going to ask, just stay over there," he ordered, thrusting his finger towards the side of the road where the field ended.
"No!" Clary screamed and ran into the crowd, pushing her knife out to the on coming enemies. She knew that if Jace was preoccupied with fighting, it would have been harder for him to get to her. She needed none of his protection today. Today, she was a warrior.
It seemed a while of just hacking at Downworlders before she almost chopped Simon's head off. He grabbed her by the wrists and held her at shoulder length, calling her name. After that, the fight died down a little and Jace rushed back to Clary's side. "What the hell?" he shouted at her, then looked at Simon and said casually, "Hey."
They took a moment to look around them, and it seemed like the field turned from crops into bodies. Isabelle and Alec seemed to have met up during the fight, and they were putting the bodies ablaze just as Simon called out. "Hey, no, they're with me!" Clary followed his gaze to see Luke and Maryse killing off the final few Downworlders. They didn't fight much, and Clary turned to Simon and put a hand on his back. He slumped unhappily. "I'm sorry Simon," she whispered.
Simon cleared his throat, "Nothing to be sorry for. This way I won't have to pay them any more." His tone remained somewhat cheery, but Clary could tell that he was sad to loose some new gained friends.