This story has gotten boring. I want some shit to go down. So here ya go!

THE LAST CHAPTER WAS REDONE. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT AGAIN FEEL FREE. ITS NOTHING SUPER CRUCIAL, JUST A LITTLE CUTENESS.

The streets were empty, at least empty of any threats they could see. People wandered, the drunk and the sober, but mostly the former, up and down the low lamp lighten sidewalks. Couples and groups of friends, but none of these mundanes could see him and Alec and their weapons strapped on to their backs, in full on leather armor. Eventually, though, they came to a part of the city that was deserted of people, but they still kept the glamour on.

"Did you and Harry have a fight?" Alec asked.

Jace sighed. "I'm not sure… He was pretty upset before I left. He was begging me not to go out tonight."

Alec nodded like he knew what was happening. "Magnus doesn't like it when I leave, either. He worries for my safety but he trusts me to handle myself if anything were to happen, too. It's really confusing sometimes."

"Why would Harry worry, then? I mean, I'm me."

Alec rolled his eyes at him. "Okay, enough with the high and mighty crap. Just use that brain of yours. Remember Clary?"

"Yes, Alec, I don't have amnesia."

Alec held up his hand, and Jace stopped the joking around. Whenever his parabatai did that, he would listen—it meant he knew something Jace did not. "Just listen to me. Clary worried for you, too, all the time, when you went out into danger head on together. But what's different between Harry and Clary is that she was in the danger with you. Harry's at your place wondering if you're dead or alive."

He frowned. "You said Magnus trusts in you, so does that mean Harry doesn't trust I can do my job without getting hurt?"

Alec made a frustrated sigh. "No, you're still not listening. Harry cares about you, right? And I'm sure he knows you're a good Shadowhunter. But even so, he worries. Because he cares." He stopped for a second. "It's just how it is when you're in love." Alec shrugged.

Jace froze, coming to a stop in their walking. "Love?"

There was a sudden bright light that flew in front of Jace, and if he hadn't seen it out of the corner of his eye he would've been hit with whatever it was.

He and Alec turned to the dark alley to the right where it came from, hands weapon ready. Out came four tall people, dressed in full robes black as night with pointed hoods up, and darker masks covering their faces. The masks were frightening, jagged corners and sharp cheekbones, and they all had the nose pointing in a tilt upward. He sensed something in them, like when he was around vampires he could feel the chill of death.

His seraph blade light up with one word. He pointed it at the four black figures threateningly. "Who are you?"

One stepped from their lines forward, said nothing, and in the blink of an eye had a stick in his or her hand. The realization took half a second, and half a second too long.

Jace just dodged the beam of magic in a dash to the side, shouting, "They're wizards!" at Alec as if he couldn't figure the obvious out.

"Obviously!" Alec shouted, dodging a spell himself, going the opposite way Jace went. "I've never battled with wizards before," Alec said. He took a slightly crouched stance, his own blade in hand. He and Jace were similar in stance and weapon, but different in technique and style. It's why they worked so well together.

Just then the three others began firing their wands magic at them, and all they could do was evade the mass amounts of spells coming at them. They just couldn't get close without being inches away from getting hit, and they didn't have and clue what the spells would do—some could curse them or even kill, and all they could do was assume each spell was a kill shot.

He saw Alec get hit in his upper arm by the one in front, and the magic tore open his leather cleanly. He gripped it with his opposite hand and kept moving, quick still, trying to get closer to the one that hit him.

Jace glanced over once to see the blood oozing between his fingers. The pain was clear on his face, as well as the anger. "Alec, you good?" he asked, trying to go around a nearby car to get to one of the wizards beside it. He wasn't sure why they were attacking, but he sure as hell wasn't going to ask if all they were going to do was shoot at them with their magic wands.

The wizard saw him coming, and went from shooting the same red colored magic at Alec to pointing his wand at him. He back flipped off the side of the car and made it back on his feet in time to see the car explode and turn on its side, glass broken and scattered, a door off its hinges. The explosion was loud and the car was slowly catching on fire. Smoke flew high above from the car, growing from a small puff to a small cloud.

Jace barely had time to notice the wizard blasting off another spell when he was hit. He held in a scream when his stomach burned, and he saw Alec's alarmed expression when he went down to the pavement. His parabatai ran over fast—not as fast as a vampire but close to one—to the wizard that fired the spell, and Jace was proud when he stabbed the wizard in the chest, right next to his heart. The wizard quickly vanished when Alec's blade slid out, the last he saw was the magic-user curling inward on themselves.

He groaned, trying to sit up but grunting and falling back down. His hands covered his stomach where the new wound was, and he felt wetness so warm he was almost sick. His skin was broken open in a serrated long cut across his whole front. It was deep and hot and wet and disgusting. From his knowledge of spells it was probably a cutting hex, a severe one. He was probably leaking his intestines. He could almost feel them on the palm of his hands were he pressed to keep in blood, but all that did was squeeze out more like squeezing juice from an orange.

The car was now fully on fire , as he looked over, and the flames were producing mass amounts of smoke. He wondered when it would really explode.

He looked back to Alec and saw no more beams of magic. The spells of the wizards had stopped. They seemed to glance at the vehicle before disappearing. Probably afraid of who would come when it did explode.

Alec ran over to him when they were gone, blade coated in the wizard's blood being dropped like it was garbage. "Jace!" He knelt beside him. Wide eyed gazing down at his wounded stomach, Alec looked incredibly pale, whether from his own wound or looking at Jace's, or both, Jace wasn't sure until he spoke. "Fuck. That's…that's bad."

"Really? I find it to be quite pleasant."

Alec glared at him halfheartedly. His hand was still gripping his upper arm. Jace titled his head up to get a better see at it. The bleeding stopped but his fingers and his jacket were bloody. And there was a burning smell, a sound like sizzling bacon.

"What happened to your arm?" he asked.

Alec glanced at it. "Burned. Stings a lot."

Jace set his head back down, eyes shutting for a moment. "At least your intestines are still inside you."

"Don't be dramatic. Your internal organs are fine."

"Get my stele," Jace said. "Heal me before I pass out."

Alec shook his head. "It's too deep and open. I can't. Magnus can heal—"

"No," he protested, thinking of how far away Magnus was. "Your place is too far. Let's go to mine and call Magnus over. I can't…make it that far without passing out, I don't think."

Alec frowned at him. "You're sure?"

"Yeah. You see all this blood?" He lifted his hands from his cut—which seemed a minor word for the actual pain and size of it—and heard the hiss Alec made. "I'll be out soon."

"Okay. Hang on, I'll tell Magnus to meet us at yours." Alec pulled out his phone and quickly sent a message to his boyfriend before shoving the cell back into his tight pants. He looked down at Jace thoughtfully. "I'll have to carry you."

"No way. I'm not being carried. Just let me lean on you."

Alec rolled his eyes. "Fine. Sit up."

It was painful, and the nasty sound his wound made as he curled into a sitting position had them cringing and him not only cringing at the sound, but he eventually was standing, their arms around each other, minding their injuries.

They walked slowly back, watching for anything with careful eyes. A little more than 10 minutes later they were at his place, bloody, and that was Jace's fault, but glad to walk inside the front door.

Why were they attacked by masked wizards? Was it coincidence or was it something they had planned for him and Alec? And all Jace could think of were the Death Eaters, but their masks were different from these four. Was it a new generation, perhaps, fighting against something he did now know of?

Hopefully this wasn't the start of a new war. One war was enough for Jace.

Is there going to be another war? I don't know…Maaaaaybeee…

Didn't edit. Will later. Meh.

-Eve