Alec decided night-time would be the best time to strike. Most mundanes would safely be at home. While Alec wanted to draw Valentine back to the warehouse, he's prepared for everything to go to hell and they must fight on the streets against the circle. Night-time gave the illusion that Alec had been hiding and only braved the streets with the Mortal Instruments on his back when no one is around to see him. Clary's with him. She refused to leave him alone, especially if he gets attacked wandering the streets. Valentine might hide around any corner, ready to fight.
"Someone's following us" Clary whispered. She held the fake mortal cup in her hands whilst Alec had the fake Soul Sword attached to his back. Had they been the real mortal instruments then, it would have been incredibly reckless to cart them around in plain view of everyone. Alec can only hope that Valentine is becoming desperate and won't realise he's marching into a trap until it's too late.
"Let them. The more people who see us, the quicker the message will get back to Valentine," Alec said, turning into an alleyway which leads to the shortcut to the warehouse complex they're hiding out in. Alec would glance back every so often to make sure the person is still following them; they were. Okay, once they returned to the warehouse, Alec and the others have less than an hour to prepare themselves until Valentine arrived with his shadowhunters.
Twenty shadowhunters were not enough Circle Members left to bring down that abomination. Not even a hundred people would do, but Valentine didn't have the luxury of choice. He's desperate. He needs the mortal cup and soul sword to bring the Angel Raziel back to earth and rid this world of the downworlders plaguing their streets, who claimed their lives whilst they lived long, and luxurious ones of their own.
"Valentine, we've seen a sighting of Alexander Fray, he's in a warehouse complex in New York. The only person who's with him is Clary Fray" one of the remaining circle members said. Handing over a picture they'd taken of Alec and Clary walking into the warehouse with the mortal instruments in their hands. Valentine knew this is probably a trap, but he didn't have any choice. Alexander must keep the mortal instruments on him, not trusting anyone to look after them. So, if Valentine will get his hands on the mortal cup and the soul sword, he needs to go to that warehouse. It's probably teaming with downworlders loyal to the abomination waiting for Valentine to stumble inside and kill him. It's a trap. Every instinct inside his body screamed it, but he knew, no matter whether he waits a day or a week, Alexander won't leave that warehouse. If he wanted to kill Alexander and get the mortal instruments, he has no choice but to fall into the trap.
"Summon the remaining circle members, tell them to grab their weapons, we leave in an hour" Valentine ordered. The circle member nodded running out of the room whilst Valentine walked over to his weapons rack. He looked at all his seraph blades pulling two off and attaching one to his belt. At long last, he'll finally get his revenge on Alexander Fray.
Alec waited in the shadows, watching the warehouse door, his bow aimed. An hour had nearly passed since the circle member followed him and Clary to the warehouse, he's sure Valentine will be here any second now. The silence is deafening; every slight noise outside the warehouse echoed, putting Alec more on edge than he already is. He looks over to Clary, she's hiding near the doorway with Jace, whilst Izzy stood on the catwalk on the second floor looking down, her whip ready. Alec wasn't sure where Simon, Magnus and Raphael were hidden, but he could only guess wherever Simon is, Raphael wasn't that far from him. He's glad his best friend has someone yet. Alec's never seen Simon in an actual fight which wasn't bullies attacking Simon in the corridors at school whenever they felt like bullying him. And Alec didn't want to worry about Magnus the warlock knew how to protect himself. Still, Alec is now officially dating him after kissing the other day. It doesn't calm his nerves knowing that they're about to go into a fight with the shadowworld's number one enemy and threat.
Alec's drawn out of his thoughts as the warehouse door flew open. He angled his bow at the small opening, waiting for someone to walk through. If he's lucky, it'll be Valentine, and this fight can end as quickly as it started, but Alec knew that wouldn't be the case. He's never that lucky. He watched as the circle member poured in, but there was still no sign of Valentine, it's like in a video game where you must deal with the minions first before you could fight the boss. Alec aimed his bow at the nearest circle member and fired before grabbing another arrow from his quiver. Making quick work attaching it to his bow, shifting his body slightly to aim the arrow at another circle member, letting go of the string. The arrow flew, landing in the chest of his intended target, killing them instantly.
Alec saw Izzy takedown circle member after circle member as he grabbed another arrow as if they were nothing. He sometimes forgets how Izzy is his sister and how she's capable of fighting. Seeing her like this puts what Alec's missed into perspective. He never trained with Izzy growing up. She knows and experiences more of this world than Alec ever will. She's filled will the strength and bravery of a shadowhunter whilst Alec's filled with snacks mostly and pop culture references. He really needed to talk to her when this is over. Alec needs to determine whether Izzy wants to acknowledge they're related or whether it's best to leave it and forget about what could have happened and instead embrace what happened. Alec grew up as a mundane. He'll never truly fit into the shadowworld. It's like he's standing on a barrier between two worlds unsure which one he belongs to.
"Alexander Fray!" Valentine shouted as he walked into the warehouse, "Kill everyone, but leave the abomination for me."
Alec grinned as his eyes travelled around the warehouse. Apparently, Valentine is so focused on Alec; he hadn't noticed that only five circle members remained. Izzy quickly killed another whilst Raphael and Simon worked together to take down two. Magnus rained continuous magic taking down a third and Jace helped Clary fight the remaining two. This means Alec could focus purely on killing Valentine.
"Yeah, you and whose army…. shit" Alec tried to reach out as he knocked the bag containing the instruments from their hiding position. Still, his arm wasn't long enough, and they tumbled into Valentine's grasp. Valentine tore into the bag, pulling the mortal cup and the soul sword out before dropping the bag onto the floor. Alec smirked, with Valentine's shined with glee as he held the two mortal instruments in his hands looking them over before looking over at Alec. The latter had now jumped from the second floor to the ground as if he tried to get the bag before Valentine did.
"They're fake," Valentine said, looking down at the pieces of the mortal cup in his hand. Alec grinned as he dropped the glamour, revealing the broken white mug and plastic toy sword he'd used in place of the mortal cup and soul sword.
"Yep! Do you want to know where the real mortal instruments are? With the Clave where they belong. You never even considered I would hand them over. However, the thing is Valentine, I may not get along with my biological mother, but she still owns me for what she did. Maryse will keep the instruments hidden until she gets the word of your demise" Alec said. A smile on his face as he watched Valentine's face morph from a look of surprise to one of anger.
Valentine dropped the fake instruments drawing his seraph blade and charged at Alec, "I will kill you; I will make you suffer for everything you've done".
Alec dodged Valentine, scoping down to pick up a dead circle member's seraph blade. In a close fight his bow won't help, he needed a weapon for close-quarters fighting. Valentine growled as he slowly stalked over to Alec. Raising his seraph blade, he brought it down in one flew swoop, only for it to be blocked by Alec. Valentine growled again, but this time Alec didn't wait for Valentine to attack. Instead, he summoned his magic, sending an intense wave of heat into Valentine's arm, forcing him to drop his seraph blade.
"You really won't. Didn't anyone tell you to watch your surrounding?" Alec grinned, kicking Valentine back before he could reclaim the seraph blade. Alec pushed him right into Clary's seraph blade, watching as it pierces through his chest right through Valentine's heart, killing him. Alec smiled at his sister as she dropped the sword still lodged in Valentine's chest and stumbled into Jace's awaiting arms. Alec collapsed to the floor, staring up at the warehouse's ceiling; they'd done it, he's done it. They've killed Valentine, and they've all survived; they hadn't lost anyone. All energy and adrenaline seemingly left Alec's body at once, leaving him a panting mess on the floor. His arms and legs felt like jelly he didn't feel like sitting up, let alone moving for the rest of the day.
"YOU HAVE DONE WELL ALEXANDER FAIRCHILD," an unfamiliar voice said. Alec frowned as he pushed himself up onto his arms even though his body is screaming from fatigue. Still, he pushed past that so he could look over at the voice, his eyes widened as he stared at the large golden wings stretched out from the figure's body, he had long silver and gold hair. His eyes were pure gold with no signs of any pupils or whites of the eyes with ordinary people have, just by looking at the figure Alec knew who it is. The gasps from Jace and Izzy confirmed his suspicions. This figure is the Angel Raziel.