CLARY'S POV

"Hey," Isabelle called as she entered the dorm. Clary was sitting on the couch drawing on her hand.

"Hey," She greeted back.

"So," Isabelle said slowly as she sat down on the couch next to Clary. "You got home late last night."

Clary furrowed her eyebrows as she looked up at Izzy. "No I didn't, I got home a bit past 10. You weren't even here when I got back."

"That's not the point," Isabelle stated completely missing Clary's point. "The point is is that I didn't get to talk to you about how your date was last night." Isabelle suddenly turned on Clary with excitement. "Spill."

Clary rolled her eyes despite having expected this. "There is nothing to spill. We had a nice time. Jon is a really good guy. He's smart, cute, funny, kind. I have no complaints."

"But..." Isabelle drew out the word.

"No but, why does there always have to be a but?" Clary shifted uncomfortably in her seat because in truth... there was a but.

"Oh come on, you can't end a sentence like that and not have a but. You were talking way too casually for there to be no but." Isabelle crossed her arms over her chest and Clary gave in.

"But..." She started. "There was no spark. Jon's great but we just don't really have chemistry."

Isabelle nodded her head. "Understandable, when it's not right it's not right."

"Yeah, I mean I had a nice time though, Jon's definitely a fun person to be around," Clary said. "In fact, at one point my sharpie fell out of my pocket and we joked around about how I literally always carry the thing." Clary paused for a moment. "Although he didn't start acting really strange when I mentioned how I'm always drawing on myself with it."

"Really?" Isabelle asked.

"Yeah, it was actually kind of weird," Clary recalled the night before when Jon had made a large effort to completely change the subject after the sharpie incident.

"Huh, I didn't think of Jon as someone who got weird on dates, usually he's really chill and nice," Isabelle said.

Clary shrugged. "I don't know, maybe it was just me. Maybe he wasn't acting strange and I'm the weird one."

Izzy laughed. "You're always weird Clary." There was a pause before she continued. "Did you guys kiss though?"

Clary scratched her head and her voice went up an octave. "Umm... no. No, we didn't."

Isabelle's mouth dropped. "Seriously? So you still have never kissed anyone?"

"I'm just waiting for the right person." Clary shrugged.

"But I mean," Isabelle sat forward and stared at the floor like she was contemplating life. "Your lips are virgins."

"Don't put it like that-" Clary shook her head but Isabelle continued.

"Your mouth hasn't even touched another mouth yet-"

"Nope, making it worse-"

"I'm not even an actual virgin but your lips still are-"

"Oh Jesus, Izzy-"

"Virgin lips." Isabelle shook her head as Clary looked around for something to bang her skull against. "That's what I'm dealing with here. Virgin. Lips."

"I wish Simon were here," Clary said and Isabelle suddenly turned to her.

"Are Simon's lips virgins too?"

"ISABELLE OH MY GOD READ A BIBLE!" Clary yelled before face planting into her hands.

"I'll take that as a yes to Simon has virgin lips," Isabelle said and Clary just shook her head with her face still in her hands.

It was at that moment that the front door randomly swung open. Clary heard someone yell, "Did someone say Si-" Before Isabelle's scream pierced through the air and cut them off. She whipped her phone at the door without thinking causing whoever was there to slam the door shut. Clary's jaw hit the ground as she looked at Isabelle's shattered phone.

"Isabelle! What was that?!" Clary screamed as the door slowly opened again to reveal a timid Simon.

"He scared me!" Isabelle yelled back at her seemingly unfazed by the fact that she just completely demolished her cell phone.

"So you whipped your phone at him? What kind of natural reflex is that?!" Clary was still yelling. Simon slowly closed the door behind him but remained standing in front of it.

"I don't know!" Isabelle yelled too. "I'm sorry!"

"Don't be sorry to me! Be sorry for yourself and to Simon. You just broke your phone and almost murdered my best friend!" Clary was almost laughing at this point as the realization of what had just happened actually hit her.

"Eh," Isabelle shrugged. "I was planning on getting a new phone soon anyway. No biggie." Clary and Simon looked at each other and simultaneously mouth wow. "But I am sorry for almost being responsible for your death. That was not intended."

"It's all right," Simon cautiously walked over to the girls. "I didn't almost crap myself or anything."

It kept on getting harder for Clary to hold back her laugh. "Simon," Clary started as she tried to become serious again. "What are you doing here? I thought you were coming tomorrow?"

"I was," Simon said as he sat down. "But then I decided to come a day early. I regret that decision now."

Isabelle chuckled awkwardly. "Haha, sorry again."

"Well, I'm happy you're here now anyway. You stopped what was becoming a very strange conversation." Clary said and Isabelle laughed a little.

"What conversation?" Simon grinned devilishly and Isabelle opened her mouth to repeat their previous conversation. Before she could get a word out though, Clary's phone started ringing.

"Ha!" Clary exclaimed grabbing her phone. "Saved by the bell!" She looked at the caller ID to see that it was Jon. Clary answered happily. "Jon you have the best timing, I-"

"CLARY IT'S ALEC GIVE THE DAMN PHONE TO ISABELLE." Alec's voice suddenly came through. He wasn't yelling he was just talking in a very loud tone.

"Umm, okay..." Clary said slowly but when she passed over her phone Isabelle immediately put it on speaker and put a finger to her mouth to shush Clary and Simon.

"Hey, big bro what's up? And why are you calling me on Clary's phone using Jon's phone?" Isabelle said.

"Because I just tried calling you four times and you didn't answer and Jon is the only one with Clary's number!" Alec yelled back and Isabelle almost laughed.

"Whoops, I may have broken my phone by almost taking Simon's head off with it." Isabelle sounded so calm meanwhile Clary could imagine Alec about to murder someone.

"By the Angel Isabelle. This is like the 10th time this year." Alec sounded exasperated.

"I know, I'm sorry. But anyway, what was so urgent that you had to go through Jon and Clary to get to me?" Isabelle wondered. She was holding her phone in front of her so that it was in the middle of herself, Clary, and Simon.

"Sooooooo much Izzy," Alec said. "I mean I don't even know where to begin. All I can say right now is Clary is my new favorite person because she's the one that put Magnus in our lives in the first place."

All three of their jaws dropped when Alec spoke. Clary took pride in that though, whatever had just happened to Alec was because of her.

"You're welcome," Clary called into the phone and Simon and Isabelle slowly looked up at her with a death glare. It wasn't until Alec spoke again that Clary realized what she'd done.

"Isabelle Sophia Lightwood. Am I on speakerphone right now?"

"Umm, no?" Isabelle said it as more of a question and Alec took a deep breath.

"Tomorrow you are going to wish you were never born." He said slowly and Isabelle's eyes widened with fear.

"You don't mean-"

"Oh, that's exactly what I mean." Alec cut her off and Isabelle visibly gulped. "Tomorrow at 8 pm in the park. Shadow Hunt. You know what happens if you don't show."

With that, Alec hung up. Isabelle looked shell shocked as Clary and Simon exchanged confused glances. What was a shadow hunt? And what happened if Isabelle didn't show?

"Izzy," Clary said cautiously. "What the hell?"

"Umm," Isabelle sputtered. Her voice was high and she was fiddling with her hands. "The Shadow Hunt is a game that Jace and Alec created as children. If one was severely betrayed by the other then at 8 pm the day after the betrayal they would go on a hunt. Basically, the hunter could choose up to two friends to help him hunt the 'shadow', as the hunted was called. The shadow would be allowed one friend to help them. The hunters get paintball guns and flashlights and the shadow gets only a helmet, though there are usually smaller paintball guns hidden through out the zone we're allowed in that the shadow can take if they find it. Then you meet in some sort of community place and you run all over the city for four hours trying not to get hit."

"Wow," Simon said when Isabelle finished. "You guys had a really weird childhood."

"Yup," Was all Isabelle replied.

"Wait," Clary was slightly confused. "I thought you guys did 48 when someone betrayed another?"

"No, that's just if someone pisses someone else off," Isabelle replied.

"I'm so confused," Simon said. "What's 48?"

Clary patted Simon on the leg. "I'll explain later, for now, we need to focus on the Shadow Hunt."


JACE'S POV

"Alec is this really necessary?" Jace asked as Alec dragged him around the store they were in. They were buying new paintball guns seeing as their old ones were God-knows-where.

"Yes, Jace. It is quite necessary. My sister betrayed my trust and now she must pay the price." Alec said simply as he tested out the weight of a rifle.

"Okay, but we haven't done a Shadow Hunt in almost 5 years. What are the barriers even going to be? Are we doing this just on campus? Because I feel like the security guards might have a bit of a problem with that." Jace pointed out and Alec moved on to a different gun.

"It'll be fine Jace. The campus security around here is a joke." Alec retaliated and Jace sighed. There was a long pause until either of them spoke again.

"I wonder who Izzy's second will be. I mean as children it was always Aline but she's not around," Jace pondered.

"It'll probably be Clary," Alec said. "Which I'm not sure would be great on Clary's end, I feel like we'd hit her once and she'd just," Alec made a popping noise. "Like a balloon."

"Why like a balloon?" Jace asked.

"I don't know. I just feel like she's small enough that she'd just pop."

"That's exactly my point," Jace said. "When you compare people to balloons usually they're larger. Wouldn't Clary be more like shooting a- I don't know- chipmunk?"

Alec stopped what he was doing and looked at Jace. "Wait so you think that shooting Clary with a paintball gun is equal to shooting a chipmunk with one? So you're saying you think she would die on impact?"

Jace shrugged. "Well I mean chipmunk or balloon the outcome doesn't look good so I suggest we probably stray from shooting little red."

Alec continued his gun shopping. "Not like Jon would shoot her anyway."

"Good point, but I mean that kind of sucks because he's a damn good shot."

"True," Alec sighed. "But I guess we'll just have to do with what we've got. No matter what Izzy can plan, I will destroy her and that's a promise."

Alec had an almost evil glare in his eyes when he spoke to Jace. The boys finally got the guns they would need and a few flashlights. Tomorrow night would be fun, Shadow Hunts always were, and Jace knew for a fact that the hunters would win. Only once had a shadow ever won and that was one of the two times when Jace was the shadow. So he hoped that Isabelle would be prepared because after a Hunt the humility the losing party would have to face would be hilarious.

Hey, so I hope y'all liked this chapter! The Shadow Hunt isn't entirely relevant to the plot of the story but I had this idea and I thought it'd be fun to add in, so the next chapter is going to be the actual hunt. Anyway, I just want to inform y'all that I'm sort of writing this slowly. And by that I mean everything has a purpose but the purpose may not be revealed for several chapters later so if you think that something should've gone in a different direction, trust me when I say there's a reason it was written like that. Still, if y'all have suggestions I'd love to hear them!