(Unedited, sue me.)
Hello, how are all my fallen angels?
The inspiration from this chapter came from a fanfiction I wrote about TMI when I was in year eight.
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Chapter Four.
"So what now?" Alexa asked, shivering a little as the cold air hit her body, all she was wearing was her blue school dress with no jumper because it was never really cold in Australia. But they weren't in Australia now. "Don't tell me you don't have a plan."
"Of course I don't have a plan." Jonathan stated.
"SERIOUSLY?" Alexa said frustrated. Everything was all coming down on her all at once, those men coming in to their home, their parents missing, learning about these 'powers' or whatever they were.
"Well Alex," Jonathan began, walking over to his sister and looking down into her bright emerald eyes as he lightly ran a hand through her snow white locks. "I didn't know that we were going to get attacked, I was as clueless to it as you were. So no we don't have a plan. But I do have an idea." Jonathan smiled, removing his hand from her hair and stepping back. "I just hope the New York Institute is a legit thing still."
"New York Institute?" Alexa asked.
"A place for nephilim to lodge in their time of need, or to just live there in general." Jonathan said, expecting that to clear it up but he could still see the confusion on her face.
"Nephilim? Do you expect me to know what that is?" she asked.
"Listen," Jonathan sighed. "When we find the institute I will explain everything I know to you, got it?"
Alexa pouted but nodded her head in agreement.
"Good, now let's go and take a look around."
Alexa nodded and followed Jonathan out of the alley and into the dark streets of New York City. Few cars drove by and lights flickered on and off. It seemed to be early morning here, or something like that.
The two teenagers wondered the street for ages. She wouldn't have minded it that much if only she had something warmer to wear then her blue school dress.
The two approached a bunch of buildings, most sounded like there was blearing music on the inside, others were dead silent. Yet none of them stood out to Jonathan as what the institutes were described as.
He scanned over the streets when his eyes came to rest on three men, a little older then himself and Alex, who appeared to be staring at himself and his sister. They stood at the door of a place called Pandemonium. Lightly grabbing hold of Alex's hand he pulled her closer to him.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Just don't talk and keep walking." Jonathan warned, she hadn't seen the men so she didn't really get what he was going at.
They hurried down the street until the club was out of sight, Jonathan began to relax a little. Then he stopped in his tracks as a man began to walk towards them. Turning around he pulled Alexa with him he began to walk back the way they had come. Too soon they were stopped by another man, and then another walking towards them from their right. There was nowhere to run, unless they could climb up walls. Jonathan pushed Alexa behind him as the men came to a stop, not too far from the teenagers.
"May I help you gentlemen?" Jonathan asked, not once talking his eyes from the men or loosening his grip on his sister.
"You both can." One with bright green hair and skin so pale he looked sick said. A dark smile spread across his face revealing teeth that looked like fangs.
Jonathan's head snapped to the side as he saw one of the men reach their hand out to grab Alexa's arm, Jonathan pushed his hand away and pulled his sister closer to his body.
"I don't think we could help you, so we shall we leaving." Jonathan said, but was stopped by two arms grabbing the front of his shirt. He couldn't bring his arms up to defend himself, in fear that once he loosened his grip on her just a little they would take that advantage and grab his sister.
"Son and daughter of Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, oh yes I do believe you can help us." The man that had his hands gripping Jonathan's shirt said. "What do you think he would give to get these two back?" a man with purple hair laughed.
"I'm afraid you're mistaken," Alexa spoke up, everyone looked towards her. "Jonathan is the name of my brother. Our father is Sebastian Morgenstern." She said in an innocent voice.
The man with green hair approached her. He placed a hand under her chin and forced her to look up into his eyes, they looked like the black parts had eaten his whole eye like Jonathan's did. "So innocent and naïve." He smiled. "How about we have some fun with this one first." He laughed, prying Jonathan's hands from her.
"You get your motherfucking hands off of her." Jonathan growled, he almost sounded animalistic. The man that had his hands on Jonathan lifted him slightly so he was dangling in mid-air and slammed him against the closest wall. In sudden shock and pain Jonathan loosened his grip just enough for the men to pull his sister away.
"NO." Alexa yelled as she struggled against the strong chest of the man who held her. "LET ME GO. HELP. HELP." She yelled. The man quickly punched her across the face to silence her. Alexa almost fell but the man had caught her, her head spun from the blow to the head.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING HURT HER YOU DEMON MOTHERFUCKER!" Jonathan yelled, kicking and swinging around, trying to get free from the man's grip.
The man who was holding Alexa laughed. "I'll do whatever I please." He smiled as he reached a hand up and gripped her right breast tightly. Alexa screamed in pain at how hard he held her.
"Knock him out boys. It will be easier to carry him then." The man holding Alexa said.
"NO, DON'T HURT HIM PLEASE."
The man holding Jonathan gave him a hard punch right across his face, causing blood to spill from Jonathan's noise and mouth. But it didn't knock him out. The man kept delivering blows to her brother's head, all failing to do what was intended.
"PLEASE SOMEONE HELP US." Alexa yelled, not knowing what else to do.
The man behind her laughed so hard she could feel it vibrate from his body to hers, then suddenly he stopped laughing, his grip loosened on her, and… black ooze? Was dripping onto her shoulder. Turning around she saw that he was stabbed right through the throat.
A silent scream came from her mouth as she back up away from him. The next thing she knew something was wrapped around the man's neck and decapitated him.
The two other men watched, mouths gapped wide open. The man holding Jonathan dropped him to the ground, Jonathan grumbled to the cement not being able to hold his weight just yet. The last the two saw of the men was their backs to them as they ran.
As relieved as she was, fear also ran through her. Was the man that just murdered him going to do the same to her and her brother? She wondered.
But when their… saviour stepped into the light he smiled at them. He wasn't much taller than Jonathan, and he had a lot of muscles on his body. He wore only black, with a couple of symbols drawn on his arms, with knifes and a whip buckled to his belt. The boy had pale skin, long black hair that came down to his ear lobes, bright blue eyes, he looked very much like their uncle Alec yet very different as well. He's actually very attractive, Alexa thought as she stared at him.
"Sorry if I frightened you." The boy said as he approached them. He had an American accent. Alexa backed away as he stepped closer, he got the hint and didn't move another step. "I was just out hunting and saw the predicament you were in and couldn't just walk away."
"So you just murdered a man?" Alexa said.
"He was no man." The blue eyed boy spat in disgust. "Just another piece of shit demon."
The black haired boy began to move forward and Alexa backed away fearfully. "I'm just going to help your boyfriend there." He said as he pointed over to Jonathan. Alexa felt guilt rise in her, he had only gotten hurt protecting her, and so it was her fault. She ran over to sit beside him, tapping the side of his face to make sure he didn't close his eyes.
"Jonathan can you hear me?" Jonathan nodded. She sighed in relief.
The blue eyed boy sat beside them and looked down at Jonathan, it seemed as if he had noticed something and smiled. "He just needs an iratze."
"A what?"
The boy pulled out an object, kind of like what Jonathan had before to teleport them here. The boy pressed it to Jonathan's skin and drew something. Jonathan winced at the pain. "Stop you're hurting him."
The boy finished up and stepped back. Alexa looked over her brother's wounds and her eyes widened in amazement. They were healing. His cuts were gone in seconds.
"What did you do?" she asked.
The blue eyed boy looked at her as if she were mad. "I drew a rune on him." He smiled. "You guys aren't mundanes are you?"
Alexa was speechless. "No." Jonathan spoke up, looking completely undamaged, minus the dried blood on his face. "We're nephilim."
"Ahhh… Good. Wouldn't want to kill you after I just saved you."
Jonathan rose to his feet, so did Alexa. "Thank you, for helping us… sorry, your name is?" Jonathan smiled.
"Oh, where are my manners," Blue eyes said as he held out his hand for Jonathan to shake. "The name is Max Lewis."
Jonathan shook his hand firmly. "Max. My name is Jonathan and this is my sister Alexa."
"Sister?" Max said, shock was clear over his face. He looked over towards Alexa. "My apologies, Alexa."
"Don't even worry about it," Alexa smiled.
"Max." Jonathan began. "Would you know where the New York Institute is located?"
Max nodded. "In fact I do, and I was just heading back there myself." Max smiled. "Just saying, but you two were heading in the wrong direction."
"Lucky you were coming this way then." Jonathan said as he began to walk, this time in the direction Max had instructed.
"Yes, you were." Max said as he looked down at Alexa and winked at her. Alexa felt her cheeks heat up and her heart beat increase. Why was she feeling like this? She had never felt this way around someone before, so why now and why this strange blue eyed boy? Alexa pushed aside her thoughts and caught up to her brother.
Max caught up to them in a flash and walked beside Jonathan. The whole trip was silent, that was until Max spoke up.
"It's obvious that neither of you have been to New York before, so tell me, where are you from?" Max asked.
"We're actually from France." Jonathan lied. "We were raised as mundanes so we don't know much of the shadowhunter world."
"While you stay in the institute you can be trained, that is if you wish." Max told the two.
"Yes, we wish too."
The walk was silent, other than the two boys occasionally sharing conversation. Alexa said nothing, only listening to her brother and the new boy Max.
She was worried. Worried that her and her brother would have something terrible happen to them. Worried that those men would come back. But most of all she was worried about her parents, what was happening to them? Where were they?
"Here we are, the New York Institute." Max said, snapping Alexa from her thoughts. Her eyes cast up to the building before her. It looked as if she had visited a fairy tale land, a giant castle stood before her, not one of the ones princesses such as Cinderella would live in but an old time castle which queens and kings would live in.
"That's the institute." Jonathan said, more of a statement then a question.
"Yeah. Come in and we will help to arrange you both into rooms." Max said, leading the two up a pathway and through the two giant doors of the building.
"Maxwell." A woman with grey hairs showing through her black ones and blue eyes said as she walked down these stairs. "Who are these two?" the woman asked.
"Jonathan and Alexa." Max said, introducing the two. "This is my grandmother Mayrse Lightwood."
The two waved towards the woman, Mayrse.
Mayrse squinted her eyes as she looked up and down the two children. "What family do you both come from?" Mayrse asked, not taking her eyes from the teenagers.
"…Carstairs." Jonathan said, a little hesitant. "We come from the Carstairs family."
Mayrse softened her glare. "Carstairs. Sorry but you just remind me of two people, but then again my sight is terrible these days." Mayrse laughed.
"Gran, they need rooms." Max said to Mayrse.
"Oh yes, rooms. Maxwell I'm sure there are five empty rooms in the same corridor as yourself." Mayrse smiled. "Now if you will excuse me, your mother is cooking and I am going to get take out."
Max showed the two siblings their way around the institute, it was so giant Alexa didn't know if she could memorise everything.
Max stopped before a door and opened it up. "One of you can have this room and there is also a spare one across the hall."
Jonathan walked into the room.
Alexa smiled at Max. "Thank you Max. You have been so kind to us."
"The least I could do for a woman of such beauty."
Alexa blushed a bright red, against her pale skin it really stood out. Max smiled and gave her a wink. "Come get me if you need anything." Was the last thing he said before walking down the hall and entering a room, must have been his.
Alexa turned and walked into the same room as her brother did. He sat on the bed, shoes already kicked from his feet and laying across the bed.
"Were from the Carstairs family who lived in France?" Alexa said as she cross her arms over her chest.
Jonathan sighed. "Those people who attacked us and took our parents were shadowhunters. Meaning we can't trust anyone. We can't let them know we are Morgenstern's, our parents' names, our homes location. All we had to say was our name and that we're raised mundanes. That's it."
"He seems like a nice guy." Alexa said.
"Max, sure he saved our life, but if he found out who we really were he could be the one that ends it. Plus I don't trust Mayrse."
"What should we do then?"
"The best thing to do is to learn how to fight even just the basics," Jonathan said. "Then we need to find our parents."
"Why can't we just go and find them now?"
"We basically got our asses kicked in those two fights, a little training couldn't hurt more than getting our asses whooped right."
"Okay." Alexa smirked. "Now start explaining everything like you promised."
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