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Jace(3) POV
I was walking very quietly behind Clary. After we had all split up, Jace(1) was in a closet ready to interrogate Alec while Jace(2) was kicking Simons ass. I was given the job to intercept Clary and find out all I needed to know. Actually, we all fought for this job because who doesn't want to spend time with Clary in a locked room alone. I do! And so did the other two. I guess we all have this wild fantasy that she'll throw herself at us, wrap her arms around our necks and admit her undying love for us. Then she would kiss us passionately and we would have hot wild sex in the nearest bed.
Is that to much to ask?
Well anyway, I won because my plan was to act like the Jace from this time. I was the oldest out of us three planning so I looked the most like him thus claiming the win. I needed to be extra careful though because this older Clary was obviously well trained and had excellent hearing skills. I had no doubt that she could pick up on any mistake I might make if this thing goes south. The upside though is that she would swing her hips while she walked. And with me behind her...let's just say I'm a seventeen year old boy who likes what he sees. Focus you idiot! My mind yelled. I mentally slapped myself and continued on my task.
Clary looked to be deep in thought as she walked aimlessly around. By now we were in an old hallway that hasn't been used for years. I heard her sigh and as she looked up and noticed this as well. My Shadowhunter instincts told me that she was going to turn around and go back causing her to spot me. So quickly yet quietly I ducked into a room that was nearby. The door was old but thankfully the hinges didn't squeak. I pushed myself against the wall beside the door and left a crack so I could see outside to the hallway. I saw her turn around just like I predicted and start walking back towards the center of the institute. I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to calm my heart rate down. I exhaled long and deep then took in a big gulp off air.
Big mistake.
I started to cough violently and doubled over in shock from the dusty air. Yes, the rooms that were left abandoned were dust but, never like this. Looking up I noticed that it was pitch black inside. Not even a little bit of light was streaming in through the window. I straightened and clumsily fumbled for the light switch not realizing that the door had fully closed now because I let go of it. Finally I felt my hand come across something cold and covered in dust attached to the wall. Knowing it was what I needed, I flipped it on with some difficulty as it had been a long time since someone had entered this room. The light came on and momentarily blinded me for my eyes needed to adjust. I blinked rapidly and waited for my eyes.
Even though the light in the room was a very soft glow, I knew whose room this was the second I opened my eyes again. I stood frozen I place unable to comprehend what horror I was seeing. Comic books were scattered around the floor and old moth chewed curtains covered the window. A bookshelf filled of demonology textbooks and the shadowhunter codex. It looked as if was going to collapse at any moment from the weight and the way it had been left untreated for angel only knows how many years. My shock and terror filled gold eyes moved on to the perfectly made bed. The pillow was fluffy and the cover was pulled up right under it. It would have looked perfectly comfortable to sleep on if not for the many layers of dust covering it up.
The posters and childish drawings hung around the room were yellow with age. Crippling and folding in around the corners. Action figures littered the floor and it looked nearly impossible to try and walk around without stepping on one. A dresser with clothes sticking out of it was on the opposite side of the room. It had pictures of the Lightwoods and Jace on it. All were yet again covered in dust and looked as if they were ages old. The pictures surrounded the left and right sides of the old wooden dresser and were all turned so that that faced each other. Then, in the middle was the only object that looked as if it was played with every day. Not a speck of dust or dirt on it. Made out of wood and made for a child, a child who I had given it too.
On the dresser was the toy soldier I had given Max so many years ago.
In fact, this was his room. Everything in here was his and it shocked me to my core as to why it was like this. I needed answers more than ever. I realized now that Clary was to far to chase. I had missed my chance with her but that didn't mean I wasn't going to get what I wanted. All I had to do was go and help interrogate Alec. What the hell is happening here? Why is his room like this. What are these people not telling us.
What are they hiding?
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Jace(1) POV
I waited for about ten minutes in a closet just for Alec. Alec my man you better give me some fucking answers. My neck was starting to hurt from being in a small space and I was getting restless. Finally I heard the soft yet heavy and sure footsteps of Alec heading back to his room. I had to place this perfectly otherwise I would blow the whole plan by missing him. I strained my ears to hear just how far he was from the closet.
I waited and then when he was right beside it, my hand shot out and pulled him back in. He started to squirm and kick trying to break free of my strong grip. I clamped a hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming. It was working for a while until he bit me! Just bit my hand like that! I instantly released him and clutched my wounded appendage. He spun around and was about to punch me until he saw my face. Realization came over him and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Jace?"
"You just bit my fucking hand you asshole! What kind of person does that you dumbass! What are you a motherfucking dog! Damn it that fucking hurt you fucking jackass!"
He was blushing now from embarrassment and whipped out his stele. He went to draw a irtaze on me but I scowled at him and snatched the stele away. "I'll do it thank you very much." He just nodded and bowed his head as his cheeks turned red. After I drew it on my arm, I handed his stele back. He accepted it and then looked back up at me. "Okay, I'm sorry I bit your hand but it's not every day that someone pulls you into a closet. For all I knew you could've been a rapist. Or an axe murderer!" I rolled my eyes at him for his use of over dramatics. "Yeah, I'm a rapist. Take off your clothes so we can get down to business." He scowled at me and huffed in annoyance. "You suck."
"Wow, way to let your inner five year old out." He mumbled something under his breath about a, "ducking glass mole." Then he asked, "Why the hell am I in a dark closet with you?" I was just about to make a smart comment she we heard something from outside. It sounded like someone running, no, more like sprinting. Heavy footfalls were heard and they came to an abrupt stop outside our little hiding place. I heard Alec suck in his breath while I completely stopped breathing. Hell, I think my heart stopped beating. We both reached for a weapon, anything that could be used to defend ourselves. I held up three fingers and slowly started to count down for me and Alec. On the count of three the door swung open and we both wielded our weapons against the intruder. I had been lucky enough to grab a baseball bat while Alec had grabbed a stupid wooden broom.
But before any damage could be done, we saw who it was. Standing in front of us was Jace(3). I was just about to make a stupid joke just to lighten up the tense atmosphere when I saw his face. He looked really pissed off towards Alec. He was in fact so pissed off that he grabbed Alec by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him close. Just a few inches away from each other, Jace(3) spoke up. "Why is Maxs room covered in dust? It looks like a fucking scene out of a horror movie and I want to know why. What the hell are you people hiding from us!" Alec visibly gulped and remained speechless. Jace(3) was quickly losing his patience and so I stepped in. "We are not going to solve anything like this. We need to go and ask our future selves directly and make them swear on the angel that what they say is the truth."
Just before anyone answered, a loud yell came from the library.
Jace(2) POV
Simon was standing stock still. He had tried to explain but just couldn't find the right words. I stood there waiting for him to do something, anything. Seriously, this was getting boring. Then as if the angel heard my prayer he spoke. "I already told you. She's married to Eric Ravenclaw." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "Ravenclaw? Really Lewis, I thought you were better than that. I mean, we all read Harry Potter. I bet Eric's granddad was George Gryffindor." He paled even more and went back to remaining silent. "Okay, you and the rest of the people from this time are obviously lying so why not tell me? It would be a lot easier for all of us so...come on. Out with it." For a minute there I thought he was going to tell me. Crack under the pressure. But then, as if the devil wanted to play a joke on my life, a loud yell bounced off the walls. Simon and I both took off running towards the library, leaving our long swords forgotten on the mat.
Magnus POV (original)
I sat in the library with my past selves trying to figure out a way around Raziels magic. We all wanted to continue on with our lives and just wanted to have a little less drama for once. Wow, I didn't want drama? What the literal fuck is going on? We were going through old spell books from ages ago trying to find a spell that could be helpful. I was flicking through a random one as I was quickly losing interest in this task. Suddenly, Magnus(1) some up.
"I think this one could work." He pointed to one and showed the rest of us. It said something about time travel and reversing it so we decided we would give it a shot. I volunteered to perform it and was handed the book. The other three backed away a few feet and let me have a little peace. I cleared my throat and started to chant in old Latin. Sparks flew from my hands trying to create a portal to send the others to their selected time. My eyes slid closed as I felt some of my power draining. Then, after the last word, I opened my cat like eyes.
I couldn't believe what I saw. A purple portal, not blue, was in front of me. It was that easy? "Wow, Raziel is losing his mojo." Magnus(2) said. We all chuckled and just as we were about to celebrate, the portal disappeared. Instead it was replaced by a note addressed to us.
Dearest Magnus,
I told you that I would eventually send you home so do not try and stop this spell. You are all stuck with one another until I say so. To make sure you get the message, I must punish one of you. Not severely but just enough.
Raziel.
"What does he mean by punish us?" Asked Magnus (3). Turns out that he jinxed himself because out of no where, a baby octopus appeared. It was a weird looking octopus because it was a bright orange color with purple dots everywhere. We just stood in a circle looking at it when suddenly, it launched itself at me. Scared and just mind blown, I yelled. It latched itself on my face and began using it's arms to slap me. When the fuck did I sign up for this!?
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QUESTION!
In City of Ashes, Jace and Clary were forced to kiss by the Seelie Queen. Right before they locked lips, Jace told Clary to think of WHAT COUNTRY?
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