So this idea has been in my head for a while now and I've finally decided to put it on paper. I hope you guys like it.
NB: I see Edom like North Korea ( atleast how its portrayed in the media, since I've never been there).
The characters in this story belongs to Cassandra Claire. Unfortunately I'm not rich so I can't buy them and make my own Malec movie, so I'm doing this instead.
Chapter 1
Growing up in the Kingdom of Edom had been hell for Magnus. Literally. His mother died when he was only eight, and not knowing who is father was, or having any other family, he was sent to live in an orphanage. He had spent seven years in the orphanage before running away with is friends, Ragnor Fell, Caterina Loss and Raphael Santiago.
Since then he has been surviving on is own with is friends, who were more like family to him. After years of dreaming and planning, they were finally ready to leave Edom. The king of Edom ruled with an iron fist, and everyone needed his permission to leave the country. Only a few were granted this privilege, and unfortunately for Magnus, he wasn't one of those lucky few. He wasn't rich or amongst the ruling class.
No, to leave Edom, Magnus and his friends had to hire the services of a very expensive smuggler. After five years of working odd and dangerous jobs, they'd finally managed to save up enough money to leave. The only question now was: where should they go?
"I say we should go to the Netherlands, Amsterdam to be specific. I've heard that it's great there. The people there live a pretty free and good life, even same sex couples have the same rights as everyone else." Magnus stated. He was sitting in the living room of the small apartment that he shared with his friends.
The place only had two bedrooms, a small living room with a joint kitchen, and one bathroom. It wasn't the safest neighbourhood, but then again, the whole country was one bad neighbourhood. And the building itself was pratically falling apart, but they made the best of it. It was their home, atleast for the moment.
"Who told you all of that about the Netherlands?" Ragnor asked, turning around to face Magnus. They were all sitting on a bright purple couch that Magnus just had to have. For some reason that none of them could remember now, they had allowed Magnus to decorate their apartment; something about being a future fashion design god. Their apartment basically looked like a rainbow bomb had gone off in there.
"Nobody," answered Magnus. "I overheard two customers at the club talking." Magnus worked at Club 96. It was one of the few underground clubs in Edom's capital City of Tartarus. "Apparently one of the assholes took his family there on vacation. He kept bragging about ditching his family and sneaking off to the redlight district."
"The redlight district?" Caterina asked, perking up, now curious and more interested in the conversation.
"Yes," said Magnus, practically bouncing with excitment. "Apparently prostitution is also legal there. He said that there's this place in Amsterdam where girls, and even guys stand in front of glass windows with red lights hanging overhead, shining down on them." Magnus stood up gesturing to his body. "To, you know...advertise the goods."
"You are not becoming a prostitute," said Raphael, now looking sternly at Magnus, who flop back down on the couch.
"What? When did I say I was becoming a prostitute?" Magnus asked, his face set in fake annoyance and mock hurt, his hands resting firmly on his hips.
"Oh come on, we all know how crazy your ideas can get sometimes." Ragnor laughed, looking to Cat and Raphael for support.
"Look!" Magnus exclaimed. "Just because I'm a 'free spirit', doesn't mean I would whore myself out." He paused for a moment, fingers drumming against his chin as if thinking seriously on the matter. "Atleast I don't think I would."
They all looked at each other silently, then burst out laughing. It was crazy how a conversation about where to live could turn into one about prostituion, Magnus thought. But that was how things were with his friends. His family. And he wouldn't change it for anything.
"Ok now where was I? Yes, Amsterdam. It seems like a very nice place to live, and could be a great option for us. What do you guys think?" Asked Magnus.
"I don't know," said Cat. "I was more thinking about America, New York to be more specific. I've always heard about this place 'the city that never sleeps', it sounds like there could be alot of opportunities for us to make a life there."
Everyone started talking at once about where would be the best place for them to go. After about ten minutes of getting no where, Ragnor stood up, clapping his hands together to get their attention. Being the oldest, they always tried to give him at least a little bit of respect. "I say between New York and Amsterdam. But first we need to talk to the smugglers. We need to see where our money can take us. Plus we don't know where they have contacts or not. You know we will be needing papers."
They all agreed with Ragnor that it would be best to talk to the smugglers first. Magnus couldn't wait to start his new life. As far away from Edom as possible.