Wow. How long has it been? It has felt like years. So sorry but finally, here's another chapter. I own nothing.
Chapter 7
"Alec! Alec!" Clary yelled, running down the corridor. She banged on his bedroom door repeatedly until he finally yanked the door open.
"What?!" He yelled. Clary and Simon had arrived to the institute about two years ago. It had been right after Jace had woken up. They had literally fallen on their doorstep, beaten and tired.
No one had a clue who they were and originally neither did they. They couldn't remember anything for about a week. Alec distinctly remembered it being very draining, nursing them and helping them remember.
When they finally had, the story was harrowing. Valantine Morgenstern was Clary's father and Simon had been one of the mundane slaves they illegally kept. One day Jocelyn, her mum, had challenged Valantine. And Clary and Simon, along with many others, had joined her side.
Unfortunately, it didn't work and Jocelyn was killed. The others were thrown into jail and tortured for years. Until eventually, they decided to escape. And yet Clary and Simon were the only two who made it out. The others either killed or captured. Once they found safety at the institute, Clary had decided to change her name to her mum's maden name. As a tribute to Jocelyn and disgust at her father. She was now no longer a Morgenstern but a Fairchild.
It had been two years and Alec still found them both extremely irritating. Yeah, yeah, they had a tough past but that didn't make them any less annoying. Especially since Clary was Jace's soulmate and Simon Izzy's. He wanted them to be happy... but it was still painful.
"It's time for the Indico." She beamed. Clary loved the ceremony. She found it a symol of love in a world of hate. Her words, not Alec's. He despised it. Why?
Because he did. Shut up and stop asking questions.
Alec groaned. "Why do I have to go? No one wants me there anyway."
"Because it is the law!" Clary sang, grabbing his hand. "Come on. We're late!"
Mags pov
Magnus sat in his alicated seat and closed his eyes. He was hoping he would fall asleep instantly and wake up when it was all over. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around. Damn it. It never works.
He looked at his watch. The shadowhunters should be coming in soon. He hated watching them all walk in sync and line up against the wall. Too many memories.
The doors suddenly burst open and a ginger girl he'd never seen before came running in. She was dragging someone behind her. Someone who clearly wanted to be anywhere else. He had his head down, just showing a mop of black hair.
But Magnus knew who it was. Because this was like a reinactmant of eight years ago. And he wanted to flee. Because this time, a beautiful girl was holding his hand. I can't belive he did it. Magnus thought, remembering Alec's words all those years ago. "I'm going to find a girl and marry her. Have a life with her."
Magnus felt like his heart was lead. He had had only a few conversations with the man and yet...
Magnus followed Alec with his eyes and watched him slump into a chair. The shadowhunter crossed his arms. Perhaps this ceremony brought Alec as much pain as it brought him. Alexander.
On cue, Alec's head snapped up. Woah. That was a weird coincidence. Magnus expected Alec to glare but he looked almost sad. Neither tearing their eyes away. People were probably looking at them. They didn't care. Why didn't they care?
"Attention." Robert Lightwood boomed. Everyone silenced and Magnus watched Alec slowly turn his head. Magnus felt like he had lost something.
Then, on cue, the Shadowhunters marched in and Magnus shivered. Eerie. They stood behind their wall, faces stone. Magnus wondered how hard it must be to do that, to resist the urge to laugh at inappropriate times. He could never be a shadowhunter.
It all felt like it happened in slow motion. In truth, it was probably just a few seconds but it felt like minutes. The wall where the 12 year olds were standing burst. Dusk and rock flew into Magnus' face and he was knocked backwards. Then again, so was eveyone else. There was a loud ring that pierced Magnus' ears and the world wobbled.
But after a while, there was a different ring. A scream. Magnus sat up and his whole body ached. Everyone else was still down, most unconscious, apart from two shadowhunters. Alec and his sister. He had his arms around her and she was sobbing into his chest. Alec was keeping it together but staring at the dead children in dispair. His eyes were watery and Magnus could see how hard he was trying not to cry.
Somone raised from next to them and Magnus couldn't help but scowl. 'Jace' looked around for a minute before whispering. "Where's Clary?" Who's Clary? But the Lightwoods seemed to know. Alec peeled Izzy out of his grasp and swore.
"Where's Simon?" Izzy chocked. There was a pause as realisation dawned on the others. Now who's Simon?
"I'm here." Croaked someone from the floor. Izzy ran towards him and lifted him up. They hugged tightly. The boy's brown hair had dust in it, his glasses were crooked and cracked.
"Brilliant." Alec said sarcastically. "But where's Clary?"
That was when Magnus realised. Clary was the ginger girl. She'd been taken.
"What's going on?" Robert yelled, standing up and he glared around. "Every one up!" Everyone who could, stood up immediately. Including Magnus.
"Where's Clary Fairchild?" 'Jace' asked. It seemed no one knew. There were murmers and gasps.
"What does that matter?!" Screamed a woman. She was sobbing uncontrollably. "My child is dead!" This created a whole new reaction. Magnus had never seen Shadowhunters cry and so many were doing so now.
"Who did this?" Robert snapped. Who indeed.
Well? What do you think? I tried. Please let me know.
