I'm sorry! I know it's been a month and six days, but before you throw rotten fruit at me let me remind you that the new chapter is here. Even if it is short.

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I don't own the mortal instruments, Cassandra Clare does.

This chapter's song is Believe by Yellowcard.

"Not even gonna ask how she's doing? No? I'll tell you anyway, she's still unconscious. The little girl, on the other hand, is wide awake," said Blackwell. Luke's jaw tightened, "It seems we struck a nerve. Lucian cares for the little girl." With that Luke punched Blackwell in the jaw, knocking him out. He then did the same to Pangborn. He lifted the bodies and dragged them outside, where he threw them in dumpster.

Chapter 6-

Believe

"So we just need to rescue Clarissa and Jocelyn, kill Valentine, and find the mortal cup. We should be done by lunch," said a sarcastic Jace. They had been sitting in Luke's living room for the last hour trying to make a plan. Jace was about ready to punch a hole through the wall. Why are we just sitting here, he thought, my Clarissa is in danger.

"You are not helping Jace," stated an annoyed Isabelle.

"Let's just make a plan and go with it. I know a warlock that should be able to track her then we can go from there," said Luke.

"That could work," said Alec. With that the four of them stood up, grab their weapons and walked out the door.

Jace was first out. However he abruptly stopped when he was a dark shape in Luke's flower beds. He imminently pounced on top of the thing, only to find a boy with dark hair, brown eyes, and dorky glasses. "Put me down, put me down , put me down," screamed the boy.

Jace took his seraph blade out of his belt and held it to the boy's neck. "Who are you, and why were you in the flowers?" asked he asked.

"Jace, put Simon down," said Luke. Jace dropped the boy- Simon- on the ground, but continued to point the knife at him. "Simon," said Luke, "why were you in my flowers?"

"I was looking for Clary—"

"You thought Clary was hiding in the flowers?" interrupted Jace.

"No! She's been missing and I know she doesn't have a sick aunt in the country," said Simon as he picked himself off the ground. "Also I heard the majority of your conversation so I know you guys are looking for her too. Although how the dyed blonde want-a-be Goth here knows Clary is beyond me."

"Dressing is also obviously beyond you, mundane," said Jace looking pointedly at Simon's gamer T-shirt and awkwardly fitting jeans. "And for the record I am naturally blonde."

"Shut up Jace, we have to get going, now," said Isabelle. "We'll bring the mundane along if we have too."

With that, Isabelle, Alec, Jace, Luke, and Simon haled a taxi. Luke gave the driver the address. For the rest of the drive the group sat their watching Jace shot daggers at Simon; while Simon attempted to flirt with Isabelle. Attempted being the keyword; he said something along the lines of "Ya…ya..h..hair…pretttty."

The taxi pulled to a stop outside of a large building. Luke handed a ten to the driver as we got out. "I believe its number three," said Luke. The group began looking for apartment number three.

"I'm gonna guess this is the warlock's flat," said Isabelle. The door to apartment number three was painted neon green with multi colored sparkles everywhere. Ya think, thought Jace. Before he walked up and knocked on the door.

AN-

I'm sorry it's so short. Next one will be longer, and better.

I'm looking for a beta for this story, so tell me if you're interested.

How much Malec do you guys want next chapter? How much Simabelle? Do you want to hear from Clary? When should Maia come in? I need to know these things. So . . . REVIEW!

~ELM

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