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Jace was walking home. All he could think about was how mad his mom would be when he got in. He turned the corner and opened the doors to his building. He hesitated in front of the Fray's door. A small sign hung on the door that read, All are Welcome!
He took a deep breath, reaching for the key in his pocket. He pulled it out, but when he went to unlock the door, he noticed the door was already open, just a crack. His mom never left the door unlocked, definitely not open. He slowly pushed the door open wider and gasped. The apartment didn't have a single thing in it indicating someone could live there. It had been stripped of everything. Even the microwave was missing from where it once sat. Jace stepped in and looked around. On the floor was his mom's little red radio, playing static. The antenna was bent. He turned the dial to off and went to inspect the rest of the house. In the living room, there were paintings strewn all over the place, with long, jagged slashes through them. Canvas was hard to cut with a sharp knife, so what could've done all this?
A small crash came from the direction of Jace's room. He froze. After listening for a minute or two, he heard nothing. He made his way toward his bedroom. The door was almost shut, but he could just make out bits of his room through the small opening. Everything looked normal and intact. He swung the door open. On his bed, the sheets were torn and pillow fluff was tossed all around. That's not what Jace saw though. He was too focused on the thing sitting on top of the mess. It was a mix of a giant insect and a small alligator. It was covered in slime. It turned towards him.
"The boy." It hissed. Did it just talk to him?
Jace acted fast. He leaped towards the closest dresser and grabbed a few books, then hurtled them, one at a time, at the creature staring at him. A couple hit it, but not hard enough to do any damage. It slithered off the bed towards him.
"BACKOFF!" Jace screamed at it. It laughed. It was a horrible and sickening laugh, a mix of a gurgling sound and a scoff. It started moving faster. Jace ran to the other side of the room and grabbed a baseball bat leaned against the wall. "I said: Back. Off." He repeated through clenched teeth, swinging the bat slightly in his hands.
"He only wanted her," the thing was saying, "Said nothing about a boy. Nothing. Smells so good. He will never know." It was leaving a stream of slightly greenish-clear drool along the floor.
When it got too close to run from, Jace swung the bat hard. He pulled it back to give another blow to the creature, but the thing had attached itself to the end of the bat, and was eating away at the makeshift weapon. Jace swung it, baseball style, again the wall, releasing it as he did so.
It fell to the ground and some black liquid started to bubble out of its mouth, like the demon at Pandemonium had. But it wasn't dead yet. It was staggering, but still coming for him. Jace grabbed the first thing he could reach, a lighter, just as the thing sprung at him. It knocked him to the ground and sat on his chest. Its claws were digging into his chest, ripping his t-shirt. The weight of the iguana-like creature was crushing him, and he could hardly breathe. He flicked open the lighter and lit his own shirt on fire. All he was thinking was that he had to kill this thing somehow. It started to work. His flaming shirt was burning the monster, but the drool spilling out its mouth put out the flame. Jace flailed his arms beside him, grasping for anything. His hand touched cool metal. He tightened his grip on whatever it was, and stabbed at the crushing body on top of him. It let out a screeching cry, and Jace stabbed at it again, but got a more direct hit. The black liquid pouring out of its wounds splashed at Jace, burning and stinging his skin, making a sizzling noise.
It was at that moment that he knocked against the dresser next to him, and a thick picture frame fell down, knocking him unconscious. The last thing he saw was a photo of his mother and himself, both of their faces smiling at him from behind the glass, as they shattered into him.
Clary sat on the edge of her bed, looking at the unconscious boy that lay in it. She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, the wounds on it almost completely healed, thanks to the iratzes they'd given had taken a day to convince Hodge that Jace was no mundane; the iratzes wouldn't do him any harm. It was obvious he was a Shadowhunter, from what they'd seen.
They had gotten alerts of high demonic presence, and it led Clary, Isabelle and Alec to Jace's apartment. Almost everything was gone when they'd gone in and they thought maybe it was abandoned. Then they heard the screeching sound come from a back room, then the shattering of glass.
They'd found Jace, unconscious and bleeding, lying next to a dead Ravenor demon. In his hand, he held a letter opener. On the handle, there were runes carved into it, faintly glowing. They'd assumed Jace had killed the demon and brought him back to the Institute to heal him. That was three days ago. He probably hadn't woken up yet because the Ravenor's blood had splashed into his wounds and had begun to spread through his system. They'd called in a warlock in to heal him. Now it was just a matter of waiting for him to wake up, which should happen soon, the warlock had told them.
The thin line of sunshine streaming out from under the curtain cast over Jace's face. His hair was like pure gold, and he looked like an angel. His long eyelashes began to slowly flutter open. His eyebrows crinkled, and he looked around, his expression very confused. "Where am I?" he said out loud to himself, not yet seeing Clary. He tried to sit himself up and winced, then lied back down. He brought his hand and covered his eyes with it, looking like he was trying to remember what happen.
Clary smiled, "Welcome to the club, Shadowhunter."
