Okay so, Laurel got a mysterious note from someone saying that they know who she is.
What does it mean? What do you all think it means? Do you think Laurel's special? Do you think she's even a shadowhunter? Tell me what you think in the comments!
Jace walked down the hallway to his bedroom, a million thoughts racing through his head. Laurel can help me, but not if she's shoving her tongue down the throat of some. . .some shadowhunter I've never even heard of!
"Snap out of it Jace," he muttered to himself as he entered the pristine bedroom. He slipped off his clothes from Pandemonium and changed into a pair of grey sweatpants before lying down on the bed.
Something about that Isaac guy made him feel uneasy, and he didn't like feeling that way. He shook the thoughts out of his head and decided to walk around the Institute. He threw on a shirt and headed toward the room where the piano was. Something about playing it seemed to always make him forget about what was going on around him.
Maybe it was the feeling of being in control; he liked being able to make the grand instrument do what he wanted it to. Or maybe it was the simple fact that the music gave him a way to leave behind the thoughts of a certain redhead that occupied his mind of every hour of the day.
As Jace was passing by the library, he heard a noise come from inside the closed doors.
Strange, he thought, no one should be in there this late.
He opened the grand doors as quietly as he could and looked inside the dark room. The witchlight flickered low, and he was barely able to make it a masculine figure hunched over the desk in the center of the room.
Hodge's desk.
But no, that desk no longer belonged to Hodge. Hodge had betrayed them all in the end. He never really cared.
In the dim light, the pained faces of the angels that held the desk on their backs looked even crueler-they looked as if the weight of the furniture would surely crush them.
His foot hit something and he cursed as Church yelped and scurried from the room, his tail swinging wildly. Damn cat. . .
The figure at the desk looked up suddenly, their features hidden by the shadows that were cast among the great room, and he stilled for a moment before snatching something up off the desk and running towards the door.
Jace darted forward and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, sending them both flying to the ground. His elbow hit something painfully hard-the floor he assumed with an aggitated growl-and he found himself being rolled on to his back. The library doors opened again to reveal Isabelle and Alec standing there: Isabelle with her whip and Alec with his seraph blade.
"Jace!" Alec shouted after seeing his parabatai sprawled on the ground. Alec hurried over to Jace and helped him up while Isabelle rushed to the figure, who had shoved himself off of Jace at some point and was making a mad dash towards the door. Isabelle took her whip and aimed it at the figure's feet and it hit home, tangling around the mystery man's ankles and sending him crashing to the floor.
Jace watched as the witchlights grew in brightness and couldn't believe who he saw. "You? What the hell are you doing here?"
O.O.O.O.O
Laurel's eyes flew open after hearing a loud crash from somewhere in the building. She looked down in her hand and saw the note she had found earlier, crumpled up in her palm. Nausea swept over her like a wave as memories fought their way through her mind, implanting themselves in everything she looked at.
The chair had four legs: each could be used to impale itself into the chest of some poor shadowhunter.
The mirror: it could be broken and the shards could be thrown into someone's face, lodging themselves in said person's eye sockets.
She heard another crash and her heart started racing.
She sat up and moved carefully toward the door, shivering as her bare feet touched the cold floor. Laurel looked down the hallway and she heard another noise coming from the direction of the library, although this one sounded more like a curse than anything.
"What the hell?" she whispered to herself. Just as she was about to start walking toward the library, she felt something hard hit the back of her head, as well as the steady trickle of blood on her neck.
O.O.O.O.O
"What am I doing here? In case you forgot, I was invited to stay here Mister Abercrombie," said Isaac, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Mister Abercrombie?" asked Alec, a look of confusion on his face. "Did I miss the nicknames meeting or something?"
"Or something," answered Jace, still looking at Isaac. "Figured you'd still be with Laurel pretty boy."
Isaac shrugged. "After you waltzed in, she decided to head to her room."
"My sheer amazing-ness must have been too much for her to handle," said Jace with a smirk.
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go see if she's up. Although, I don't have the slightest idea as of how someone could have slept through that," she said before leaving the large room.
"Would you two stop arguing over your good looks and mind telling me why you got into a random fight at three in the morning?" asked Alec who was a bit upset he'd been woken up.
Jace was well aware of Alec's sleeping habits and, even though they'd all been trained to wake up early and at the sound of the slightest noise, he knew the blue-eyed boy enjoyed his sleep.
"Well," began Isaac. "I came in here to-" He was interrupted by a loud scream echoing through the building. "What was-"
"Izzy!" yelled Alec as he sprinted out the door with Jace and Isaac close behind. Jace stopped abruptly when he saw Isabelle standing over a dark spot in the floor, her hand clasped over her mouth.
"Izzy? What happened?" he asked, seeing her wide eyes.
"I-it-it's Laurel," she stammered. "She's gone."
LAUREL NOOOOOO!
Who do you think took her? Why would they take her? Do you think it's the same person who wrote the note? What about Isaac? Why was he in the library?
AHHHH!
Another cliffie/short chapter #sorrynotsorry
I really am sorry though xD I still hope you all are enjoying this story!
~Lanny