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referring to the previous chapter Jace was outside the club while this chapter was happening inside the club. Place :Pandemonium 3
This Chapter – is number six, and is the deadly handsome William Herondale Point of View.
Remember that Clary and Jace have NOT met yet!
Clary and William are officially together now. Okay?
Jace does not want to be with the clingy Aline.
-MYDREAMSHADOW
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There was smoke everywhere. Dancing bodies popped up here and there. Only when you could see them you could not distinguish where one person started and the other one ended. The music was loud, and my ears were like vibrators. The club smelled like sweat and beer. The silly thing is, I was hardly conscious of these factors, all that mattered was a certain Angel that was leading me deeper into the club. Not just any Angel, but recently- my Red Angel. Clarissa Garroway.
She was different, I had to admit. Not your typical model. She was selfless, wise, funny, and most of all strong headed - stubborn to her bones. She also cared for her family and friends you could tell. And now Clary was my official girlfriend. I liked her. A lot.
"Can you see them Will?" she asked me, trying to talk above the music. "I am too short to see through all these people". She commented trying to peek above the crowds.
"Sorry Clary," I said. "I do not see them". And in reality all I wanted to do was take Clary out to dinner, just the two of us. We could talk and get to know each other, after all we had to be together for two more years. I smiled at the fact.
Beside me Clary checked her phone. "And Maia does not even answer". She sighs, "If you want I can send her a text message saying that we left, and we go somewhere... quieter".
Squeezing her hand I say, "I think that will be perfect".
We start walking toward the exit, but before we even reach the door there is a horrible scream behind us. Flushing Clary to my chest we turn around. We could hardly see through the darkness, but Clary is breathing harder and I have no idea why.
"Will, I think that was Maia's scream", she says as she unties herself from my arms and runs to the now forming circle in the dark. No doubt that the answer to the screaming is there. As I follow behind Clary there is unnecessary screaming from bystanders. Get a grip, man, is all I think. Oh and I also think, Why the fuck are people so nosy? Like seriously.. if it is non of your business then butt out.
As I get closer to Clary from behind, the thick circle of overlooking bodies' cuts. The only reason that I see her is because of her beautiful hair that looks like a fire. No wonder Maia calls her Red Angel. Plus she Is an Angel, and that angel is mine. Its not that I am possessive I muse, it is simply that I like her a lot. Right?
Snapping out of my thoughts I follow Clary inside the circle and take in the sight in front of us. Maia is probably three feet away from us, and is currently on her knees sobbing. Simon is- poor Simon... trying really hard to comfort her, but no avail. Rubbing her back is not going to work. You need to hold her in your arms and whisper ; "It's going to be alright".
Next to Maia is a very dead man. Scratch that... He is a very ugly and dead man. Apparently somebody stabbed him close by the heart, and the blade is wickedly lovely. Sorry but I love them. My father collects them you see, my father, James Craig Herondale is from China. James met my mother Theresa Grey in his famous HERONDALE HOTEL or HH for short in New York where they fell in love and married each other in three months. Then I am born, being incredibly handsome due to my beautiful parents. So yes, my father collects Blades. Mostly traditional Chinese blades, but since he is part Japanese, he likes the whole Samurai swords. James Craig Herondale is one hell of a collector and fighter. The man is Fifty two, but looks to be hardly forty... same as mom. Looking closer at the knife - blade, I see that it must be expensive. It looks to be made by a special request and order. Interesting.
Clary moves closer to Maia and hugs her, while I stand behind her touching her back, showing her that she has my support. Yet I do not even know what the fuck is going on.
From the corner of my eye I see the bouncer coming toward us. The police and ambulance are heard at the distance. "Nothing to see here. Go home. Club is closed for tonight. Return tomorrow", yells the bouncer. And in the distance - actually outside, I hear someone repeating the same lines.
"You four stay here", says the bouncer, pointing at Clary, Maia, Simon, and myself.
We all nod our heads, but do not speck a word as the crowd leaves. They give us glares, no doubt they are mad for ruining their night. Boo - who, you could just come tomorrow. Can you not see that there is a dead man. Idiots.
Minutes pass and then police and paramedics spring to life all around us. No one comes to speck with us, they just work on the man. But finally a very wise looking police with full white hair comes toward us. I read his tag, Detective Bassco. He looks at all of us before he specks.
"I would like all you four to come to my office, to discuss today's happenings". Maia starts to shriek, "Am I going to jail?!"
"No. No, doll. This is simply a talk". He responds.
"Okay, let me get this straight", Detective Bassco sighs. "You, went in the bathroom" he says pointing at Simon. "While you, was getting really dirty on the floor", pointing at Maia. "A old man starts to touch you inappropriately and you slap him away, as a warning. But he keeps insisting that you two should leave the club. Until, he gets tired of your rejection and pulls out a switch blade. But before he has time to use it on you, you take out" he now points at Clary, "her blade and stab him, before he stabs you."
All three of the pointed, nod.
"But you and you", he says pointing at Clary and me "Were not even in the scene of the crime, until you heard her scream of fear".
Now Clary and I nod.
Detective Bassco give a long sigh and closes his eyes. His hands are on his cherry-oak desk where it looks as if he is pressing real hard. Then, a skinny man comes through the door and gives Detective Bassco four manilla folders. Yup, those have all our information on there.
He opens his eyes and reads through all the folders. "Mm-hmm. Clarissa, Maia, and William are models. And very famous I see." He looks at the last folder, "And Simon has fantastic grades in City of Angels High School."
"Well I know that Simon and William are totally innocent. But Maia did bring a blade to a no weapon zone, under Clarissa's name. Leaving both ladies guilty. Since I know that If this goes out in public, your reputations are over. I will give you guys a punishment that is not so bad."
"And what is that?" Clary and Maia ask in unison.
"You two young ladies will attend, City of Angels High School until further notice." he says with a this-is-final tone.
"What?!" Clary and Maia shriek.
I am simply speechless. Of course this man has the right to this. But Clary and I could get more publicity, and this does not change our relationship, and I will tell her just that.
"Yay, you guys will love it there". Simon says.
Get it? Simon says?
Lol.
So tell me what you think.