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Authors Note: Any OOC actions or behaviours for this fic are intentional and will be explained.
Fortress
The bitter San Francisco wind whipped around them merging with the sea water to create vicious black waves that slammed against the jagged rocks of Alcatraz spraying Magnus, Jace, Isabelle, Simon and Clary with cold water and chilling them to the bone. Something seemed off to Magnus, Alcatraz seemed so cliché and the whole situation just seemed so un-Sebastian.
"Let's just find my brother and get out of here!" Isabelle demanded through chattering teeth.
"Where do we start?" Clary asked sounding uncharacteristically hopeless.
"I say we follow the smell." Magnus answered trying to sound dignified but losing it in a mix of fear and repulsion.
"What sme-oh." Jace had sniffed the air and regretted it instantly. The usual pleasantly salty sent of ocean spray had been overpowered by the rank stench of demons. "I think I agree with the Warlock on this one."
They had barely taken a step when Sebastian seemed to materialise out of nowhere, smirking.
"What have you done with my brother?" Isabelle yelled at him but he only faded into the mist. Things definitely weren't adding up, Magnus thought and with Jace's ten-year-old comeback earlier, Clary's gloom and Isabelle apparent fear, when she would normally be furious and race into combat without thinking if Alec was in danger, everyone just seemed a little out of character, but he would dwell on that once they'd found Alec.
"Inside the prison then?" Simon asked.
"Yeah. Let's go." Jace answered leading the way inside. The five of them entered the prison and the door slammed shut behind them, throwing them into darkness. Jace, Clary and Isabelle all withdrew their witchlights. They lit up illuminating the corridor and several of them, Magnus couldn't tell which ones, audibly gasped. Magnus had never actually been inside Alcatraz, but he was certain it didn't look like this. Before them stretched a long stone passageway with a single door at the very end. The walls were covered in moss and water dripped from several places along the ceiling. The place was eerily silent, other than those drips and the sounds of the groups heavy breathing.
"Come on." Jace led the way up the passage and they walked for at least a quarter of an hour before Isabelle halted them all with a huff.
"We haven't gotten any closer to the door!" She exclaimed. The rest of them now realised that she was right. As far as they now where from the entrance, they were still just as far from the end of the corridor as they were when they started.
"It has to be some kind of spell." Jace said simply, looking to Magnus to provide an answer.
"Not one I've ever heard of and certainly not one Sebastian could perform without some kind of serious power source."
"So what do we do?" Clary asked, panicked. Magnus wracked his brain for an answer and came up short, until, that is, he heard a voice, quiet and echoing as though it was coming to him from very far away.
"Visualise it Magnus. Believe you can walk through the door and you will." He closed his eyes with determination and took several steps forward, somehow he knew the voice was right, he knew he would find Alec behind that door. He opened his eyes again and saw the door just a few steps ahead of him. He looked over his shoulder, the others had disappeared and he knew now, that something was definitely off because four people didn't just disappear, but he still turned back and pushed the door open. Ahead of him was nothing but white mist, he stepped into it and felt an intense burning pain in his stomach as a sword was thrust through the mist and straight through him. And then he blacked out.
To be continued…
A/N: what do you think? Do you know what's going on? What happened to Magnus? I promise there won't be as much time between 2 and 3 as there was between 1 and 2.
