"I thought you said you knew what you were doing."
Anya scoffed. "Of course I do. What makes you doubt my shadowhunter skills?"
"The sight in front of me." I said bluntly. "And anyways, you don't even know how to hold a sword." I yanked the blade from her hand, holding it and pretending to have and invisible sword fight.
"That's how you do it, you don't hold it with both hands like you're about to hit a homerun." I handed the seraph blade back to her. "Anyways, how do you think we're going to get out of here?"
She paused, looking alarmed. "Get out of here? I'm just starting to like it."
I plopped down on the mats that were sprawled out beneath me. "Well, you may like it, but I'm stuck training with Magnus. Do you know how difficult that is?"
"No, and I doubt you do. You haven't even started doing anything yet."
I shook my head. "Saying that we aren't 'doing anything', makes it sound wrong."
"Of course," she snickered. "You and your sick mind."
I had the strong urge to slap her, but I resisted.
"Anyways, do you suppose we could magically switch places or something? I don't even want to be a warlock."
"It was your choice," she snorted. "Maybe you should learn how to think on your feet better."
"Well I'm sorry that's not one of my many talents," I said sarcastically. "Some Hollywood Undead would make it better though, at least some music to remind us of sanity."
She grumbled a vague "yes".
I was playing with ringtones on my phone when Jace came running in all flustered and angry looking.
"Hey handsome, what's happening—?"
"Normally," he said gruffly, pulling me up by the collar of my shirt as I yelped "hey!". "I would be flattered and completely gone all ego on you by that, but we have some serious matters to take care of. I want you to see something." his teeth were clenched, and it scared me.
He dragged me out of the training room and Anya followed closely behind after dropping her blade onto the mats.
Jace shoved me into the library, and sitting on the desk were two backpacks. One was neon green, and the other was black with little skulls on it. I raced over to the black one and yanked the zipper open.
It was my backpack.
With all the stuff I needed.
My digital camera, my MP3 Player, and extra few pairs of clothes, my SMS black pullover sweatshirt, my Pumas, a notebook and pen, and my script for Jack and the Beanstalk.
"I don't understand," I said. "Why are you mad about this?"
"How'd you make it appear?" he gestured wildly towards it. "They were both sitting on the steps about ten minutes after you showed up. I didn't think anything of it until you went with Magnus and I started going through it. Your name is written on the inside of it."
"But why are you mad about it?"
I finally noticed Isabelle sitting in the chair in the corner. She was completely quiet. Simon had appeared in the doorway behind us. I was afraid of what Jace was going to pull out from behind his back, but was almost relieved until I read the title of the book he was holding.
It was my soft cover edition of City of Bones. Ah shit, I thought. This can't go well.
He'd probably started to read when he'd been freaked out by the cover. And then the familiar names and events showed up, and then everything probably started to spiral out of control.
And the first thing I said was: "Dude, give me that. I got that for my birthday, don't bend the cover."
He slammed the book down onto the desk. He came so close to me, it could've made me get all lightheaded and tingly, but the menacing look in his eyes made it scary. "Where the hell are you two from? And how did you get ahold of that?"
"I um…I bought it. It's a book series. And…" I looked over at Anya, and could tell she was holding her breath. Her eyes said Don't says a goddamn word, or I will slit your throat. Maybe if they don't first.
"I lied," I said, choking on the words. Anya looked like she was about explode. Good thing Alec wasn't around, she'd be extra pissed. "We're not from Idris. We're from L.A. We were sent here to get in contact with you, but we lost all our things on the way. Oh, and I'm not a warlock either. I'm a shadowhunter. We didn't have any contacts and we thought you wouldn't believe us if we said that, so we made up the Idris story."
Anya looked totally and utterly confused.
Jace let out a breath he'd been holding. "But that doesn't explain the book."
"We found it on the way here, in a bookstore." I said quickly. "I bought it because I thought it was creepy how someone would write about Nephilim and our world and sell it as Fiction, I would use it to show you that someone knows. Someone mundane. That was our luggage too that we'd lost. I thought it had been totally dissolved by demon acid, but somehow they managed to show up. I don't know."
Isabelle started laughing. "Are you kidding me? You expect us to believe that? You two aren't shadowhunters. You don't even have any runes. Nothing. Not a stele, not a seraph blade, not nothing."
"We got started late," I said. "We grew up in the mundane world for the first ten years of our lives, we haven't been trained."
"Then why would they send two untrained shadowhunters all the way from L.A. unarmed to come find us? That seems pretty stupid."
The lie kept getting longer and longer. "We had someone with us, he was our guide, our mentor. He was killed by the demon that we thought dissolved our luggage. We didn't know what to do. So when we got here we wandered around until we found you and then made up the story."
There was one thing my mother always told me. When you're in a hole, stop digging.
Somehow I had failed to ever read into that. That was no surprise though for me, I was serious ADD.
The three of them, including Anya, just stared blankly at me for about a minute.
"I'm calling the Clave," Jace said quickly, racing for the door.
"No! Please, you don't have to tell them! Just believe us." I was not, I repeat, not going to make something else up. I was just going to have to make them trust us somehow by not lying. Which, in my case, was very hard. I'm not a compulsive liar or anything, I just seem to have a knack for making shit up, and trust me, it gets really elaborate. If you gave me some time, I could probably come up with a whole story about how we got here, and it would be believable. But, I had like two seconds total. I was fucking screwed out of my mind.
"Just believe you?" he paused in the doorway. "That is terrible logic."
Well, we were royally screwed. Thanks to me!
Gah, it's been like forever I'm sorry. I found this in one of my folders and felt guilty, so I decided to finish it up and upload it. It's terribly short, but hey, at least I updated!
