I only own Val's character and the story line I create. I don't own Shadowhunters or Mortal Instruments. This story is posted on other websites.
Val portrayed by KJ Apa
Every morning he stared at the glass mirror covered in heated steam from his shower and tried to imagine which one of his parents he took after more in looks and body type. He was born in the rainy season for April showers on the fourth day of the year 1990 to a military father and a freelance painter for a mother. He was named Valdr Granville Fray, inheriting his mother's red hair that was few shades lighter and dark brown eyes which he might have gotten from his father or some other bloodline relative, only he had no uncles or aunts to compare his looked too because according to his mother they were all deceased.
But there was one person, who Val held very close to his heart, he came to compare himself too.
In the year 1991, during the school season on the date of August 23, Val became an older brother to an adorable bright red that nearly looked like an orange color, lime green eyes that seemed to be bright like the color grass, with pale skin with freckles, younger sister named Clarissa Adele Fray.
She was born around the time their father died fighting overseas in the war. Val couldn't recall his father from any memory no matter how hard his mind seemed to try every day since he saw the picture of a male in a military uniform on a picture on the wooden table near the couch. Every day he looked at the photograph for at least a few minutes and wondered what his father would've thought about Clary and himself.
Would the man love them? Would he be proud that Clary was getting an early admission into the Brooklyn Academy of Art at the age of only fifteen when the red haired female was turning sixteen today? Would the father Val could never recall teaching him about books, film making, even fishing in bonding activities he'd been doing with Luke Garroway?
Garroway was a friend of their mothers when the man first appeared at their doorstep when Val was six and Clary was only five years old. Val had believed that Luke knew their father had been in the military with him-only nothing was ever spoken on the subject. He'd been a good friend and father figure to both of Jocelyn's children over years. Even Val could see the small glimmer and stares shared between Garroway and his mother countless times over the years and wondered why neither had gone out on a date nor gotten married.
Luke was basically Val's father. He'd been there for everything. When Val was only nine he'd given Luke his father's day gift that he made in art class-#1 Dad had been engraved upon the small clay plate. The man still kept it on the shelf within his book store near the counter, with Val helping out at the place whenever he had free time.
He had a dad, but he wanted to know more about his birth father. A subject his mother always kept quiet and away from them, Clary and himself. Why? He didn't have the answer because within Val's mind their father was a hero that died defending their country. Why shouldn't he learn anything about his birth father? But, like a good son, he kept the subject matter to himself and let it rest within the back of everyone's mind until the boiling point reached for the answers to one day be shouted across the small apartment building.
"Val!" Came the shout of his younger sister banging against the wooden door frame. "Hurry up, breakfast is getting cold. You take longer than me while in the shower."
Val let out a small chuckle, looking down toward the sink to place the towel that had been drying his short red hair on the hook. He looked into the mirror with brown eyes staring back at him wearing a long blue sleeve shirt and black pants. He lifted a small finger to the remaining steam on the mirror and drew a symbol that looked in a diamond shape of some kind of rune or ancient graphic.
Then he turned off the lights and opened the door, heading out into the kitchen for breakfast. As he heard the phone begin to ring across the apartment and already knew who would be calling this early in the morning. Simon Lewis. The best friend of his younger sister, the one friend of his sisters that seemed to like Val and his big brother awareness which label him overprotective of the younger red head female.
The male moved and sat down at the small wooden table in the kitchen by the only remaining plate of food within the location, brown eyes taking notice of Clary's plate already in the sink among glasses, forks, spoons, and other plates. He let out a small breath before eating quickly, even though his ears picked up his sister's conversation with Simon over the phone as she moved across the apartment building.
"Look I promised you I would do it, so I'm going to do it. You know me, Si." Clary Fray claimed as she spoke to her and her older brother's best friend, Simon. She typed with one hand before sending the email and shutting down her laptop, rolling her eyes as he tapped on. "I just emailed him, but you know sometimes he doesn't check his emails right away." She reminded her friend, going into the kitchen to sit down next to her older brother Val. Then grabbed a piece of paper and pencil, beginning to absently draw again, this time a strange symbol. Her hands were always busy, just like her mom's according to Luke. "Yeah, and after the poetry reading we're not going home, it's my birthday. We deserve some fun so we decided we wanted to go to a club... No, Simon, I'm not going to lie to her. I'm just not going to tell her, besides Val will be with us."
Val was her older brother, and the most trusted among the two siblings. It wasn't that their mother didn't trust Clary all alone, but Jocelyn always felt safer when the two were together. Besides, she actually liked hanging out with her brother, he was her friend, her only friend besides Simon.
Clary hummed something like an agreement as she heard the door open, revealing her mother with a giant blank canvas, no doubt ready for her newest art project. "Hi mom." She greeted with a slight smile as Luke came in behind her fast, "Hey Luke."
The gruff man greeted the two young redheads affectionately. "Clary. Val."
Val's brown eyes looked upward from his plate of food, finishing off the last bit of eggs with his fork. "Morning, dad." He openly called Luke his father whenever he saw the man.
"Hey, you two." Her mother greeted with a slight smile. Jocelyn looked to her youngest daughter and raised a slight eyebrow about who was on the phone.
"It's Simon." Clary informed her, "He says call me." Which was a joke of course. It had been a running joke for years now ever since he accidentally blurted out that their mom was really gorgeous. Although those weren't the exact words he said, they still teased him without any sense of mercy. But of course, it wasn't a lie though, their mother was beautiful, almost in an otherworldly sense, despite the tiny knacks and scars that covered her body. Val once asked her about them, despite Clary telling him that he shouldn't but their mother never answered verbally. She did get this painful look on her face though, like asking about it brought up horrible memories for her, so the oldest never asked again.
"Yeah okay, I'm gonna go get dressed, we'll see you later, bye." Clary jumped off the phone, and looked at the time before heading to her and Val's room, dragging Val with her, ever the high strong one. Their apartment was a small two bedroom one with a modest kitchen and a modest living room and bathroom. The two siblings shared a room, while their mother stayed in the other one. It wasn't ideal, but they made it work.
The moment the two siblings entered into Clary and Val's room as the boy took notice that on top of Clary's bed was sketchpad and her retro-red cellphone laying among the purple flower coves of black and white which was nowhere near similar to Val's star wars covers and marvel pillow case laying across his own bed with his own small notebook for writing small stories.
"Okay," Val breathed to himself. "Gift time."
Val had planned his gift for Clary for several months and since the young red haired female talked about going clubbing he went to the story and bought the young female a black lanced long sleeve shirt that would fit perfectly within any club of her own choosing. He moved toward Clary's bed where many boxes lay of artwork within him, only to pull out one of the many boxes.
"You kept it hidden under the bed," Clary stated, giving a small laugh. The younger sibling had clearly been searching for her gift all morning while Val was in the bathroom. Never would she have guessed he hid it under the bed.
"Yep," Val answered, getting up off the floor and placing the box onto the bed. "Cause I knew you would be looking for it." Clary always looked for presents during Christmas and on her birthday, but over the years Val has learned to be smart when hiding the countless gifts. His younger sister didn't like surprises but he'd learned how to keep them a surprise. Val learned to always hide the gifts since Clary was seven and already knew everything she was getting for her birthday that one year just by seeing the boxes wrapped in paper.
Clary gave a grin before moving over toward her bed and opened the box. It was a black sheet which would need to be worn over a top. "Mom's going to freak,' she commented with a small laugh.
Val gave a small nod. "Yeah." Their mother was going to have a screaming fit the moment she saw that outfit, but Val knew Clary would find a way to keep it hidden. "Just wear a sweatshirt over it." That would save the both of them from getting an ear full of their mother's wrath.
"Thank you, Val."
"You're welcome," he answered before walking out of the bedroom. Leaving his sister to change clothes in private. The two we're going to have a long night within the town with Simon after Eric's poetry reading. No one among the small friend group could admit to Eric that the poems were terrible because the roaring animal of a lion was always in them, even when it shouldn't be there in the first place.
"Jocelyn," the warning in Luke's voice was loud and clear to Val's moment before the male could turn the corner to show himself to the adults. "They have to know."
Val peeked out from behind the corner, brown eyes taking notice of her mother holding a paper note toward Luke. What was written on it? He didn't know because of the distance between them.
"They're not ready," Jocelyn stated in a firm voice, green eyes seemed very determined to let the conversation end before more words could be exchanged between the two adults. Clary and Val's mother had always been full of secrets for unknown reasons, but both children understood that their mother was always trying to protect them.
Luke watched Jocelyn as she made the piece of paper into a ball. He knew she couldn't hide this from them forever. No matter how many years ago. The time should have come a long time ago, but Jocelyn's fears had been too strong. The fear for her daughter and son, and the many secrets she hides. "They are ready. You're not, Joc." he answered as the male picked up a white cup of coffee. "Want any Coffee?"
Jocelyn Fairchild shook her mess bun of darker red hair, which was a few shades darker than Clary's. "No."
Clary opened the door to her bedroom, making Val nearly jump half-way into the air. He didn't expect her to change that quickly. She wore a green sweatshirt over the black top along with black pants and boots, her bag hanging over her right shoulder, hair styled much like their mothers.
Val quickly turned the corner into the kitchen when his sister caught up. Both Luke and his mother had gone quiet with very little words spoken between the two of them. Val quickly grabbed his own bag that hung on a wooden chair and lifted it onto his shoulder. Only for Clary to go to the counter and point down at the paper notes. "Did you just use the...'' the female slowly stopped talking to her mother.
Jocelyn gave a small shake of her head, when Val knew his mother was lying because whatever was on the piece of paper she quickly threw away a while ago. The older woman gave a kind smile toward her children, changing the subject. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine, why?" Clary wondered.
Their mother's green eyes settled onto Val's brown eyes. "And you, Val? How are you feeling?"
Val didn't feel sick or strange in any way. Only his mother seemed to be very concerned about his health. "Fine. It's not like we feel sick or anything. It's just Clary's birthday." No one was going to get sick on their own birthday.
Jocelyn seemed to be watching Val and Clary's movements like a mother hawk. Always the most overprotective mother bear in existence, Val had stated once. He doubted that their mother would ever want either one of them to leave home and go to college. Only their mother always got this way. Maybe as each year that goes may their mother builds more and more walls up around the two siblings, always around subjects and events the two we're allowed to go too. Sometimes it got annoying because their mother was a helicopter parent, which Simon had once labeled.
Val could only hope that Clary hadn't written down anything about the best night club in town; Pandemonium Club. If his little sister had, then their mother was not going to allow either way to step foot out of this house?
"Make sure you three come straight home tonight." Jocelyn said to her daughters as she rounded the counter.
"Mom," Clary gave a small wince. "Come on." They are grown up now and can make their own choices. Plus, the two siblings and Simon already planned out their night on the town. ``It's just a poetry reading." It was a good thing their mother didn't know about any of the plans for afterwards.
Jocelyn gave a fond smile. "I know," she breathed before reaching forward and giving a small grip onto Clary's chin, lovingly.
Clary turned her green eyes toward Val's brown eyes, giving her brother a puppy dog look. Val could already see it and tried to look the other way, but decided to help out after a few seconds because of those green puppy dog eyes he could never turn down once they were out. "Mom, you know we have a curfew so you don't need to worry about us, but we are getting older now. Let Clary and I have some extra time to celebrate her birthday with Simon. Say, until, 10:30," He suggested to her mother, it was the closest time they were getting.
Jocelyn looked toward Clary and Val for a long moment, her mind drifting into a deep thought about the matter. It was Clary's birthday and Simon wouldn't allow either of her children into any trouble because he was a good kid and a brilliant friend. She sometimes hated the fact that Val always knew the right words to say on the subject. It reminded her of his father. "Fine," The woman breathed letting out a small huff, "10:30 and no later."" It would be fine for a few extra hours, but they had better be in the door at that time, or she will worry about them because of the hidden dangers that happened at night.
"Thank you, mom." Val told her, giving off a small smile her way.
"Okay, time for my present for the birthday, girl," Luke answered with a small grin, getting out a small box of spray paint onto the table. "And I got you these. Spray paint."
Clary let out a loving grin at the gift. "Oh, they're perfect." She could easily use them for Simon's Van and some of her own artwork within her bedroom, though she'll use them outside.
"If I catch any of that paint on city walls, I will call my friend Alaric to arrest you." Luke stated to the red haired female.
Val nearly grimaced at the mention of Police officer Alaric and his partner Captain Vargas. Both we're close friends to Luke and seemed to always have a strange feel about the two of them. Alaric seemed to always disappear on the full moon along with Luke, causing both Clary and Val to joke once with Simon that maybe the two older male's like acting like werewolves.
"The paint is for Simon's van," Clary insisted before grabbing the paint off the table, grinning toward Luke. "Thanks for the present."
"Yeah, see you two young cubs later," Luke explained, giving a small wave.
Clary and Val headed toward the doorway, both feeling their mothers green eyes on the back of their head. Both siblings grabbed a jacket before heading out of the apartment building. Neither knew what the night was going to bring.
Java Jones. One of the best Coffee places within town. Even though Val disliked Coffee with a burning passion because of how horrible the bitter liquid tasted on the tip of his tongue and always ordered the hot chocolate for himself, while his sibling and Simon always got latte's and a plate of biscotti to share among the three teens.
"By the way, thanks for doing this. His poetry means a lot to him," Simon admits, sitting down at the table. His glasses were framing his eyes along with curly hair.
"That's what friends are for," Clary admits, sitting down at the table.
Val sat down at the wooden table, picking up his cup of warm hot chocolate. Already smelling the sweet from within the open air and blew into the cup to cool it down before drinking it. The warm liquid went down his throat in a river of warmth.
"How's our graphic novel coming?" Simon wondered to Clary, who pulled out her art folder from her bag, sitting the bags of paper down onto the wooden table. The artwork of demons and monsters with a feel of strange rune symbols across the folder. "Wow. These look great." Clearly amazed at Clary's talent for art.
"Thank you," Clary answered with a bright smile across her face, cheeks going a rosy red.
Val gave a small nod, placed the biscotti he was holding onto one of the blank pieces of paper. One of his hands goes reaching for a picture with a blonde angel fighting a dark angel. Something about the drawing made the boy remember a dream he had a long time ago with two angels fighting in front of a lake holding a sword and cup.
He placed the piece of paper down onto the table then reached for his biscotti, only for his hand to come up empty. His brown eyes looked downward from where he placed the food. Only to find a drawing of one instead. The red haired male let out a small groan, "Really guys, taking my biscotti?" Val really didn't like this childish prank.
Simon looked at Val, confused. "What are you talking about? You don't have a biscotti. Only a cup of hot chocolate," the male explained after his eyes went over every object on top of the table.
"But I could have sworn I had a biscotti." Val explained to Simon and Clary, only for his eyes to go down to the drawing on the piece of paper. He hadn't been imagining it. Had he? The red haired male usually didn't second guess himself because his brown eyes didn't need glasses to see.
"Maybe you ate it really fast and didn't even notice." Simon explained. "Happens to me all the time. When I'm happy… when I'm sad. But I will replace your mythical biscotti with an actual one." he stated as he took off the ten remaining biscotti's from the plate.
Val gave a small smile. "Thank you."
"Oh, it's starting," Clary answered, looking at the stage as Eric took his place. The three teens braced themselves for the train wreck coming their way a few seconds later once Eric began to speak.
"Come. My Faux Juggernaut. My nefarious loins. Slather. Every protuberance with arid zeal." Eric spoke into the microphone from the stage, reading from a small piece of paper. A drummer, right behind him, gave a small bang onto the drums which made Eric look at the guy to prevent the noise. "Agony." The Drummer made even more noise which made Eric speak and looked at him again, annoyed. "Agony. Torment."
Val just shook his head. Why did he agree to watch Eric attempt at doing poetry once again? This was worse than last time, but how was that even possible? He only knows Eric because the teen was Simon's next-door neighbor, and the two had known each other most of their lives. They weren't close the way Simon and Clary were, but they had formed a rock band together at the start of sophomore year, along with Eric's friends Matt and Kirk, and somehow they managed the drag in Val. They practiced together faithfully in Eric's parents' garage every week. They also change their band name just as often.
Simon gave a small grimace, looking away from the incoming disaster. "I can't listen to this," he explained to Clary and Val with a shake of his head. "You want another coffee?"
Clary gave a small nod and breathed, "Yeah."
"Another hot chocolate, Val?" Simon wondered, getting out of his wooden chair and making his way away from the scene. Taking the three empty cups with him to be refilled.
"Sure," Val breathed, watching Simon walk away from the poetry reading.
"Like tiny crocus petals whisper death," Eric said.
"Cappuccino, Hot Chocolate, and espresso," Simon explained to the barista at the café stand, pointing to each cup.
"Rain drowns the earth," Eric continued to speak.
"Hi, "a blonde female said to Simon, grinning upward toward him.
Simon turned around to face the female, smiling very happily. The one thing that Val always liked about Simon was how nice the boy was to everyone around him. "Hey."
Clary looked in Simon's direction and saw the exchange between the girl and himself. The red haired female gave a grin, secretly wondering why Simon hasn't asked the blonde haired female out yet. She blinked towards and looked toward the ground, still grinning.
"Shivering breezes weave through a morbid tapestry of festering disease. Turgid is my torment." Eric spoke into the mic which made Val grimace and looked away from things.
Simon came back to the table with the three cups. Giving Clary her cup first, "There you go." Then the boy places down Val's and then his own cup of coffee.
"Thank you," Clary told Simon, reaching for a small package of sugar. She gave a small smile toward Simon as the red haired girl moved the package like a fan, gaining his attention. "That blonde girl over there was totally flirting with you." giving Simon the heart, eyes and everything, which only made her smile wide as her tiny hands opened up the package of sugar and poured it into the Coffee cup. "Ask you out."
Val froze at those words, brown eyes drifting toward Clary within a second those words were utter out of her mouth. The one thing that Clary hundred percent did get from their mother was how oblivious she was to a guy liking her. Simon had a crush on Clary since they were kids. The day the two got fake married was the day Val was almost sure that Simon would've told Clary, except the male never did.
Simon had gone still for a moment, white cup halfway from his lips. He breathed out a small, "Nah," before taking a sip of coffee and mumbled, "It wouldn't be fair." It wouldn't be fair because of his feelings toward Clary. The red haired female was his first love. His first crush. The thought of not being able to go out with Clary was what kept him away from other females.
Clary turned and looked at Simon, curious, "Why?"
Val eyes Simon for a long moment before letting his brown eyes drift toward his younger sister, and gives a mumbled; "If only you knew."
"So Val knows but you wouldn't tell me," Clary challenged Simon.
Val quickly looked away, eyes staring down at the wooden table. He could already tell that Clary was furious that the two boys understood something she did not.
Simon looked at the red haired female for a second before looking down toward his cup of coffee. "Well, because..." he paused for a long moment as he decided to back down from telling Clary the real words. "Because I'm saving myself for someone else."
Clary gave a small shrug of her hand in the air, looking at Simon, "Who?"
"...is my torment." Those words on Eric's poem seemed to hit home like a large set of cards. For that part of the poem didn't make Eric's words wrong. It was torment to Val just watching Simon love Clary with all his heart without the red haired female knowing. Val never wanted to bring up any of Simon's feelings toward Clary because the other male made him promise not to. That was only a few years ago.
Simon flashed Clary a small grin. Only for Eric's poem to end and everyone burst out clapping as Val gave a few snaps of his finger. Always at a poetry reading you are supposed to snap your fingers and not clap, but no one seemed to care around here about the correct way of doing things. Val was always one for the rules, which Clary had scolded him for several times over the years about.
"Hey," Eric cheered as he gave a proud bow. "Thank you, thank you very much."
Simon gave Eric two thumbs up. Clary looked down at her cup of coffee, almost in a trance like state, seeing the strange symbol she's been drawing for the past few days. Val looked over at Clary, giving the girl a pat on the arm, making her turn and look at him.
"You okay?" Val wondered.
Clary gave a small nod. "Yeah." The female breathed before talking about Eric, "I just think he's getting worse. As his friend, Simon, you should probably tell him."
"Maybe his poetry is great, we just don't know it yet."
"Maybe," Val mumbled into his cup, drinking the hot chocolate once more. "But next stop. Pandemonium."
Pandemonium was an all-ages club, especially on a Sunday, and not much generally happened in line. Even though there was barely any line into the club as Clary, Simon, Val, and Eric sat by the giant yellow van that was covered in Clary's sprint painted drawing. The group was remaining quiet and talking among themselves outside of the red signed club that lit up the street like a giant Christmas light.
"You've got to be kidding me," the bouncer said, folding his arms across his massive chest. His eyes were staring down at the boy in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shaved head. "You can't bring that thing in here."
Val turned his head to take notice of the boy the bouncer was talking to. He had electric blue dyed hair that stuck up around his head like the tentacles of a startled octopus, but no elaborate facial tattoos or big metal bars through his ears and lips.
"Oh, come one," The blue haired boy cried. He hoisted the object over his head which looked like a wooden beam, pointed at one end. "It's part of my costume."
The bouncier raised an eyebrow. "Which is what?"
"I'm a vampire hunter," He pushed down on the wooden thing. It bent as easily as a blade of grass bending sideways. "It's fake. Foam rubber. See?"
The boy's wide eyes were way too bright a green, Val noticed: the color of antifreeze, spring grass. Colored contact lenses, probably. The bouncer shrugged, abruptly bored. "Whatever. Go on in."
The boy slid past him, quick as an eel. Val liked the lilt to his shoulders, the way he tossed his hair as he went. There was a word for him that Val's mother would use-insouciant.
"You thought he was cute," Simon stated, sounding resigned. "Didn't you?"
Val turned his attention to Simon before digging his elbow into his ribs. "I rather not talk about it." He would rather not talk about this right now. Every now and then a guy would catch his eye, but he'd rather not have it voiced out loud for everyone around New York to hear it.
"Okay," Simon whispered, backing away from Val.
Clary, who had been looking at her spray paint, gave a small grin. "I'm feeling inspired."
The three boy's watched Clary use her spray paint over the van as a few new drawings appeared on the ink yellow paint making it disappear underneath the new added layer of paint, making the brightness become dull with a new design. It took a total of half an hour for Clary to create the new graffiti on the Lewis van as Val's eyes grew wide the moment he saw the rune symbol on the van.
"What's that tag?" Simon wondered, pointing a finger at the rune, curious.
Clary stared at the symbol for a long moment. "Weird," she answered after a moment of silence went by. 'I didn't even mean to draw that. Third time today." She didn't know what it meant or what the symbol was about in the slightest. It just came to her mind within her even noticing it appearing on paper.
Val just gave a small shrug, "Weird." It was weird that both he and Clary were drawing it. Why? He didn't know.
"You know they have confirmed cases of people waking up in the morning speaking French, and they never even studied the language." Eric admits to the red haired female.
Clary took a few steps away from the van to view more of her strange work of art. "Do you think that's some kind of language?"
"Sanskrit maybe." The blonde haired male answered, giving a small shrug. Not even Eric knew and he was an internet geek.
It was at this very moment a guy dressed in all black and wear a large amount of leather and tattoos on his skin with blonde hair styled in a gel back way brushed pasted Clary, bumping to the red haired female, which caused her to spin around as the male continued to walk, not even carrying that he bumped into her.
"Hey, can you watch where you're going?" Clary shouts to the male whose back was to her.
Val almost paled. Did his sister have to yell at the blonde? Sure, it was rude of him to bump into her, but sometimes people don't notice or feel it. For all the blonde haired male knew was that he just brushed past her. Not giving Clary an actual bump. Val was convinced that the blonde haired male would continue walking, only he turned around and walked to face Clary.
The blonde haired male seemed completely shocked. "You can see me?"
"Yeah," Clary answered in a small nod, "That's kind of the point, but you obviously didn't see me."
"You have the sight," the blonde explained and seemed completely taken off guard. His body seemed to relax after a moment after realizing that Clary wasn't a threat to him.
Val raised an eyebrow at the words. Sight? He never heard of it. Unless this was a strange attempt at a guy trying to flirt with Clary.
"Wait, what?" Clary asked, confused.
Only the male never did answer Clary's question, only giving a small response, more toward himself. "How can I not know who you are?"
"Has that line seriously ever worked for you? Even once?" Clary asked with a small scoff.
Simon stared at Clary and the blonde haired male, he had a look of concern on his face. "Who is she talking to?' the male wondered after a few seconds toward Val.
Val looked at Simon. "The blonde guy."
Simon's confusion didn't seem to settle down in the slightest. "What blonde guy?"
"The one in front of Clary," Val admits, looking toward Simon in confusion. Did Simon need his eyes checked?
Simon just shook his head. "There is no blonde guy in front of her. Just air."
Just air. Was Clary talking to a ghost? Maybe. People have seen ghosts a few times in their lives. Val just turned back to the blonde hair male and Clary, beginning to feel very uneasy about the situation. Something was very wrong here. Both Clary and he can see the blonde haired male, but Simon couldn't. This was getting odd.
"Jace!" A male voice shouts, which causes Val to turn and take notice of the boy that came over yelling at the blonde haired one talking to Clary-Jace was his name. He noticed the new boy had the same kind of tattoos as the blonde and his hair was as dark as night, but his eyes were what seemed to speak the most to him. This male, the friend of Jace, looked somewhat like an angel.
Jace runs into the Pandemonium, leaving Clary behind.
Clary turned back around, walking to stand beside her brother and gave a sly comment, "Can you guys believe that blonde dude?"
"You mean the imaginary dude you were talking to that Val could only see?" Simon wondered to his red haired friends. He was clearly worried about and Val most likely thought there would be some kind of drug in the air. It wouldn't be the first time a night club pumped drugs into the open air.
"No, the guy right there, running into the club."
Eric looked confused as well, "Clary, there's nobody there." He was looking in the club's direction as Val took notice of the blonde-haired guy going into the place with a woman wearing a white wing and a large coat, along with his dark haired friend.
"The guy covered in tats, like—"
"What guy are you talking about?" Simon quickly asked once again.
"You guys seriously don't see him?" Clary asked, looking at them like they were crazy.
Val stared at his sister Clary. "I saw him."
"I didn't," Eric comments, giving a small shake of his head.
"Okay," Clary breathed, eyeing Eric, "could you stop making my brother and I feel insane?"
"Could you stop acting that way?"
"Clary, what was in your latte?" Simon quickly asked, changing the subject within a slip second. He was very believing he'd watched the cup get filled with only dark liquid and sugar before giving it to the red haired female. Clary unzips her green jacket, revealing her black outfit that Val got her, and walks towards the club. "Where are you going?"
Clary turned around as her red hair danced in the wind, she quickly threw the jacket into Simon's chest. "To get some answers."
Val gives a small nod before following after his sister. Already knowing this was going to turn out to be a very strange birthday. Especially if Simon and Eric we're just pranking the two of them. He could hear the other two male's follow after them and adventuring into the club of madness.
Inside, the club was full of dry-ice smoke. Colored lights played over the dance floor, turning it into a multicolored fairyland of blues and acid greens, hot pinks and golds. The music was blaring loud and clear into Val's ears the moment he got inside the place. His brown eyes were looked around the place with Clary's green eyes scanning the area for the blonde haired male and his two friends.
"I'm gonna fail at getting us some birthday drinks," Simon told Val and Clary, giving off a warm smile. He pointed his finger toward the bar area which could also serve normal drinks. "Eric, come with me to pick out a table."
Val just gave a nod toward Simon. "Sure."
Clary suddenly gripped onto Val's arm. "Over there," she said with a small pointer finger in the direction of the blonde hair male. Val's eyes followed her finger and caught a sign of him, the man was being ever watchful of a dark haired woman in a dark pink dress.
"Let's go," he whispered, as they both started to walk into the crowd. Only for his brown eyes to drift away from the blonde and toward a male sitting on leather couches surrounded by men and women wearing black. One of the women held a drink as the guy took a slip from it, eyes looking upward and locking onto Val's. This moment caused the red haired male to look away and be dragged along by his sister after the blonde.
But something within the deepest part of his mind was screaming that he knew the male. Who? He didn't know. So far, Clary's birthday kept on bringing forth more questions than answered. Val could already feel a headache coming on, his brain kicking against his skull at full speed.
"Fairchild," two men in suits mumbled out loud the moment Clary and Val went past them..
Val only spared a glance their way, but kept on letting his sister drag him along through the crowd of dancing people of all ages. Only to take notice, the male that had been sitting on the leather couch with all the people gathered around him, was up and facing the males in suits. He didn't know why and quickly turned his head back to the blonde haired male that kept on following the woman behind some dark curtains, and his friends followed him in before they shut.
"So much for following them," Val stated, only for Clary to grab onto a male moving toward the curtain area.
"Somebody works out," Clary told the male. Only this man was very broad built with very short hair. He had more muscle than hair to him. Only for his eyes to glow a very deep blue. "Cool contacts."
Val's eyes looked toward him. The male's eyes were the darkest and deepest shade of blue he'd ever seen. The curtain opened as the three headed inside, it closed right behind them. The red haired male quickly realized that Clary and he had joined a very strange look party,
A dark haired female dressed in white leather was dancing on top of a small stage, with most of the male's eyes on her and the way her body moved with graceful movements-swaying from one side to the other. Clearly the woman was very free with her body, enjoying herself. The dark haired male that looked like an angel with brown eyes was standing in the back behind the stage, watching everything, but his eyes stayed on the blonde male; Jace. The male that had bumped into Clary outside was standing directly behind a woman with dark hair with a very dark pink dress pressed against the female and whispering.
What the hell did we just walk into? Val wondered, eyes wide.
"I hear you've been pedaling mundane blood." The blonde hair boy whispered in a low voice toward the woman.
Val raised an eyebrow. Mundane blood? What were these guys, Vampires? Or very good role-players.
"Why?" the woman wondered, not even turning around. "Are you looking to score?" At those words something in her tone changed to dangerous.
Jace gave a slight smile. "I'm not." The woman turned around to face him as the dark haired male in leather watched from a distance, arms crossed. "But you're gonna tell me who it is." The blonde hair male clearly wanted answers about something, but Val's brown eyes seemed to look for a phone or camera recording this whole exchange. This had to be something fake.
"Well, you're outnumbered here." The woman stated, eyes glancing around at the many men that lined the walls.
Looks like someone is filming an action scene. Val realized after a moment, he started to back away only for Clary to grip his hand, keeping him in place. "They're making a movie, sis,' he explained in a quiet whisper in hopes that the director didn't hear him. "We should go."
Jace gave a thin smile toward the woman, pausing before saying: "Oh, I like our odds." He mused with a smirk forming into his pale lips before giving the last warning, "Last chance." A white rod was taken out of the blonde's belt before it lights up like a lightsaber blade. It was glowing pure white.
Wow. Nice special effects. Val thought as his eyes widened in wonder.
Clary, upon seeing the blade, let out a loud screech, "Watch out!" Then she moved forward, letting go of Val's arm, and pushed the woman away from Jace, causing the older female to land onto the couch. Only the older female turned around with razor sharp teeth and a strange looking mouth like a starfish.
Val let out a small gasp in shock. "What the hell?" the male spoke out loud a moment after seeing the strange look. His original thoughts about this being a movie or a fan made film started to fade away from his mind. No one could apply makeup that fast.
The older woman, who now seemed to be a monster, let out a loud growl that sounded like a hiss of viper entering the air toward Clary.
Jace, who had been completely taken off guard by Clary's actions, spun around and warned, "Careful," before he pushed the red head away, sending the young female sliding across the floor. The monster looking woman moved forward with a hiss toward Jace, who lifted the glowing white blade into the, striking the creature down with a mist of an orange color that took their place after one slash. The woman had completely disappeared and left behind nothing.
"What the-" Val started with a wide head. That was impossible. No person could just disappear in a shower of orange, yellow, and red lights. He quickly moved toward Clary, not caring about the scene in front of him. Only know that this was very real at the moment. The red haired moved to check on his sister. "Clary. You okay?"
Clary gave a small nod, still watching the events that were taking place around the two siblings in shock.
Val turned his eyes back to the action. The female in the white leather outfit's bracelet was moving across her arm like a silver snake as one of the males, a bodyguard within the room, moved toward Jace. The female launched the bracelet, which was actually a whip that wrapped around the males' neck and sent an electric current which danced across the wire. The dark haired female started to force the male backwards toward her, only for a male to come at her from behind, which made the female drop the whip and started to dance. A kick to the male coming up behind her and another kick in the direction of the male freed from the whip.
Jace turned back around toward Clary and Val, he offered his hand to the female, "Are you hurt?" he actually sounded concerned which caught Val off-guard. Why would a man that just killed someone be concerned about the witnesses to the crime? Clary took his hand, helping her to her feet.
One of the males that looked very much like a monster toward the Blonde haired male. "Behind you," Val warned, silently cursing within his own mind about why he warned the guy. Jace quickly turned around and got head-butted across the face, sending his white blade falling onto the leather couch, deactivating it within only a few seconds.
Jace had quickly gotten off the floor as his dark haired friend seemed to join the fight as well with a shining silver blade, identical to Jace's. The blonde haired male stood up and began to fight against the one that attacked him in a fist fight.
Clary moved forward, curiousness getting the better of her before Val could stop the young girl, pale hands lifted up the white object and activated. Only for Jace to throw the man he was fighting onto it, impale the guy before he disappeared in a dozen colors of red, orange and yellow.
Val's mouth dropped open in shock. Jace stared at Clary, paying attention to the female once more, not even noticing that another male was coming up behind him. "Behind you!" Val shouts once again. Only for Jace to be pulled backwards by another monster looking male in a fist fight. "Clary. I think we should go."
The female in the white and leather outfit had taken out a white glowing blade and started to wrack at anyone that came near her, sending the people away in red, yellow, and orange lights. These lights seemed to be dancing around the female in a strange dance. For the strange colors seem to reflect off her white outfit.
Jace's dark haired friend has a signal blade out as well. Moving quickly toward Jace's position. Jace quickly punched the male that was fighting with him off. "Alec," he shouts to the male, who had a male in a choke hold. Alec tossed his glowing white blade toward Jace, who caught it and gave a quick spin, which hit one of the monster looking men.
Alec kicked out his leg toward one of the men, sending the guy away from him, then punched another. Having left himself unharmed to help Jace, but seemed to be able to take on two guys half his size. Then Jace spun around and tossed the blade back to Alec, who caught the object without a moment's hesitation, stabbing one of the men which exploded into shiny lights.
Jace quickly grabbed his glowing blade from Clary and took down another one of the men. Then both Jace and Alec turned around at the same time with their blades, in perfect combat motion that someone would only witness in movies, made contact with the last monster like creature, exploding them into bright lights that reflected off their blades.
Upon seeing the last monster creature get taken down, Val quickly grabbed ahold of Clary's hand, dragging his sister out from the curtain. His heartbeat was pounding with his chest the moment the male realized that Jace, Alec and the female might turn those blades on them next.
"We have to get out of here," Val told Clary, dragging her along.
Only for the two to bump into a strange looking male. The one from the leather couches that had been surrounded by women and men. That talked to the guys in suits that called; Fairchild, directly at Clary.
"Sorry," Clary whispered to the male.
The male looked at them. Val felt something blue spark within the back of his own mind when seeing him. Something about this man still felt familiar.
"Really, sorry," Val breathed out. "Have to run."
Then both Clary and Val took off running into the crowd of people while the male turned his attention toward the curtain area with a small glare before moving toward it. The two red haired siblings continued to move and did not even notice their names were being called by Simon and Eric, who were standing by the bar with actual alcoholic drinks.
"Clary! Val!" Simon cried out toward them, watching the two head out the door. "Where are you guys going?' What happened? Guys..."
The moment the two were outside and took off, turning down the street and not paying any attention to anyone that they were passing by. Until Val noticed a taxi packed near up, he quickly opened the door and Clary got inside and he followed after a quick look around. Jace, Alec, and the female in leather were nowhere near. That finally allowed Val to breathe again as he leaned into the seats.
"Drive," Clary ordered the taxi driver.
The taxi took off down the road as Val tried to make his mind work. What had he just seen? Nothing screamed within the deepest and darkest parts of himself that had been real. It couldn't have been real. People don't just disappear in the colors of sparks. That was impossible, but they also don't turn into creatures from a horror movie.
Nothing about what the two had witnessed made any sense.
"We had to have been drugged," Val admits with a small shake of his head. His mind was unable to wrap around what he'd just witnessed before his own eyes.
Clary just nods her head, still in shock.
Val let out a small breath. Whatever it was they saw tonight, they couldn't tell their mother. She was going to freak out because they were past their curfew by the looks on the small clock on the cab meter. It was nearly midnight. Both Clary and himself we're going to be grounded for a whole month now. Jocelyn was probably already curled up within blankets and a pillow lying on the couch waiting for her two children to arrive home.
Maybe he shouldn't have begged for a longer time out on the town during the middle of the night. It only caused trouble which was now forever within his mind. Trying to find a signal answer to explain what his brown eyes saw. Both Clary and he saw what happened. People with glowing blades that seemed to be able to turn people that can morph into monsters to tiny colors of lights.
Yeah. He had to have been. Clary must have been as well.
Only...what are the odds of two people dreaming and seeing the same things?
That has to be impossible. Val let his brown eyes move toward the window and looked back through the taxi's car side mirror. Taking notice of two men in black suits watching the taxi leave. That's when the red head pales and feels the color drains from him. "Great. We took someone else's cab," he breathed to himself, quietly, looking up at the car's roof.
Clary's cellphone was going off, she looked down toward her pocket. Taking the red cased phone out and seeing it was Simon calling. She quickly put it on speaker. "Simon."
"Why did you two leave?" he wondered out loud, concerned.
Clary quickly began to explain the whole event that Val and she saw over the phone. "And then these creepy tentacles seemed to come out of the bodybuilder's face, and… and then the guy just… vaporized. I mean, I was drugged, right?" It all sounded very insane hearing it be spoken out loud, which made Val grimaced.
"You know, I've heard sometimes they pump hallucinogenic stuff into the air vents." Simon reasoned, calmly. "To make sure people have a good time."
"Okay, then how come you're fine?" Clary wondered to Simon, challenging his words with a small form of reasoning. "Did my brother and I not breathe in the same air as you and Eric?"
"I don't know," Simon replied over the phone, giving off a small whimper. "Why don't Val and you go home and get some sleep. I'll drop by tomorrow and we'll be able to talk."
"Okay, bye," Clary said, hanging up the phone.
"Where am I taking you," the taxi driver wandered to the two redheads after a few moments.
Val quickly gave the man their street address as the taxi took off into the night. But everything Val and Clary had witnessed tonight can't leave their minds. Jace. Alec. That strange female in white leather. They killed a bunch of normal people that turned into monsters. The weapons had glowed white. Something about what happened was strange only to remember what Jace said about the sight.
Something about the sight. Neither Clary nor Val shouldn't be able to see Jace. That's what the blonde male stated when he bumped into Clary. The sight. What was the sight?
Only Val shook his head and stared out the window and watched the city lights and building pass around him in blurs. People were making their way home from a night around the city of New York. Everything that happened tonight... he's going to keep within the very back of his mind. Make it disappear like a dream. The nightmare will fade away in time and he'll never have to see Jace, Alec, and the female in white leather again.
But when he closed his eyes and tried to shove the memory away. The white glows of the blades remained along with the black tattoos that traveled across their skin.