Artemis's POV:

I ran and ran and ran, not even knowing where I was going. The early morning air was cool against my skin. A shiver ran through me as goose-bumps invaded my skin.

Two parallel rivers ran down my cheeks. I attempted to hold back the tears, causing my throat to tighten. Magnus's four words kept replaying in my mind. You are a Shadowhunter. You are a Shadowhunter. You are a Shadowhunter. He had meant well by them, but that didn't stop the hurt. My whole life was a lie. Still, I could not throw all the blame onto Magnus. After all, my mother had been the one to abandon me.

A light tingle behind my eyes distracted me from my miserable thoughts. The feeling was familiar. I felt the same sensation whenever I was near a large glamour. Slowly, I shifted my gaze upward. Standing in front of me was a huge church that resembled a small castle. The exterior had a gold tint, and a statue of an angel stood near the roof. In one hand, the angel held a cup. In the other, he grasped a sword.

Great, I thought. I had made my all the way back the The New York Institute. While I was marveling at the Shadowhunter safe haven, someone ran into me. I turned my head to see a boy with curly brown hair. Black glasses sat crookedly in front of his eyes. He had his nose in his phone, apparently texting someone.

Our collision grabbed his attention. He looked up to me and apologized, "Oh! I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." A friendly smile began to introduce the boy. "I'm Simon Lewis by the way." He extended a welcoming hand, asking for my own.

I thought for a second. Should I give Simon my real name, or an alias? He looked like an average mundane, so I decided on the truth. It's not like he would recognize my last name. I gave Simon my hand and said, "Artemis Bane," while we shook our hands.
A confused look washed over his face. He broke our hand shake and grabbed my wrist.
With strength I didn't think someone Simon's size could posses, he pulled me towards the Institute. I was still stronger than him, but I was curious. So I let him pull me along. Rather than head for the front doors, he turned to the hidden door on the side of the Institute.

A circular room with aged yellow paint stood in front of us. Simon released his grip, and threw me onto an old couch. I knew where we were because Magnus had made me study the Institute's blueprints when I was twelve.

Ok, if anyone was going to the Institute, why would they enter the Sanctuary instead of using the front doors? Only vampires and demons couldn't enter the Institute's holy ground. Neither creature made logical sense because the sun had just started to rise. Both a demon or vampire would not be able to cope with the sun's rays.
The mysterious boy went back to his phone to call someone. "Hey Clary," he started, "come to the Sanctuary, I've got something to show you. You might want to bring the others too."

Several minutes later, three teenagers about Simon or mine's age, walked through a door on the opposite side we had come in. There were two girls and one boy. One girl had fiery red hair that was extremely curly. The other one had long black hair. The boy had golden hair.

My eyes locked with Goldie's. Oh crap. He was the boy I had tied up and punched when I broke into the Institute earlier this morning. Goldie obviously recognized something about me, too, because his eyes widened.

The first one to speak was the red head. "What's up, Simon?"she asked.

Simon replied, "I'm not positive. I ran into her in front of the Institute while I was texting you, and something was off." He frowned before adding, "She said her name was Artemis Bane."

The black haired girl furrowed her brow. "Ok, so your obviously close to Magnus, but why do you share his name?" Her question was phrased politely. However, her tone showed that she was annoyed at my unexpected appearance. I refused to answer, simply to make things difficult for them.

Goldie's eyes were narrowed in anger. He stomped over to me. I gave him a smirk that said, what ya going to do, with attitude. Apparently Goldie wasn't very patient, that or he was a kind of person who was always in a bad mood, because he thrusted his hand towards my neck. He gripped my throat tightly, cutting off my air supply. My own hands automatically flew to his fingers, trying to pry them off me.

Without any warning, Goldie lifts his arm, bringing my whole body upward. We may have been around the same hight, but my feet still dangled about three feet above the ground. Black fireworks began to explode across my field of vision.

The red head, who had a surprised look across her face, yelled, "JACE! That's enough. We won't get anything out of her if you strangle her to death." While the boy, who was apparently named Jace, turned his head to the girl, I thrusted a foot forward. It made contact with Jace's stomach, and he instantly let me go.

I fell to my knees, gasping for breath. From above me, I could here Jace mutter, "Sparkle."

The black haired girl then asked, "What did you say?"

Before Jace could answer, I struggled to my feet, "It's the stupid nickname he gave me earlier this morning." I rubbed my neck. There was defiantly going to be a bruise tomorrow.

The red haired girl's eyes get as wide as the moon. She stomped forward and slapped me across the cheek. A sharp sting burst across the side of my face. "That's for what you did to my boyfriend, you bitch," she snarled at me.

"Awww, so how much did Goldie Locks here have to pay you to be his girlfriend?" I mocked. "Ten, fifteen, twenty bucks? I mean seriously, with his charm, it's a surprise you can even stand to be in the same room as him."

The comment earned me a punch to the jaw from Jace. Out of instinct, I punched him right back. Then my body reacted on its own. I sent a sideways kick to just below his ribs, followed by my elbow to the spot were his neck and shooter met.

I was interrupted when two people burst through the doors I had entered the sanctuary in. Both Alec and Magnus's eyes widen when they saw me attacking Jace. An awkward silence filled the room until Alec joked, "So Jace, you're just going to let a Shadowhunter, without practically any training, beat you up?"

Fay: Hello everyone! I want to say thank you, once again, to the single reader who takes the time to review my story. When I get to read new reviews, it absolutely makes my day. Well, according to the angry look on Jace's face, I think golden boy has something to say.

Jace: I do have something to say to your readers, Fay. (Turns to you) Ok, people, serously. You have to review for the chapters! The rewiews, especially the long ones, encourages our wonderful Fay Thornbush to write this story. She may still have ideas, but the lack of support makes it harder for her to write every chapter. With every chapter she writes without even a simple comment, Fay loses hope in her story. For all Fay knows, she might write the next chapter but decide not to publish it because she thinks no one cares!

Fay: Jace, thank you. That was so sweet of you to say. (Tears start to swell in her eyes)

Jace: (has now calmed down) What is going on with this 'Artemis' girl? She looks so different from the first time I saw her. And WOW can she fight!

Alec: (laughing hystericaly) I can't believe you let her beat you up! It seems your not as skilled as we originally thought, 'Goldie Locks'.

Artemis: How did you recognize me, Goldie?

Jace: The shape of your face/facial features were still the same. (Shrugs carelessly)

Fay: Well, talk to you next time, hopefully. Shadowhunters belong to Cassie Clare. Bye. :l (When she thinks everyone has left, she starts crying because Jace was right. Fay doubts that another chapter will get posted if no one reviews forthis chapter. The lack of appreciation has even made her insecure about the original story she is writing)