Chapter 9

A.N. Here is chapter 9 hope you enjoy. A shit load better than last chapter. Last chapter was so bad I almost stop writing this fic but I thought that I would try and salvage this disaster of a fanfiction and here it is.

Guest: I get what you mean about it being rushed, because well it was. The whole Jon and Alec thing just happened and it wasn't planned I had originally though 'hey lets get Jon to rape Alec get some drama' but no shit happened and I beat myself up hourly because of that. Although Alec did drop hits about still liking Jon so.. that maybe just about justifies that chapter.. sort of.. well not really but I'm not going to change it. But thank you so much for the review I sort of needed the wake up call so I could plan instead of just write and I now have a sort of plan for this story.. but if you have any ideas how to improve this please say.

arnangela: Yep trouble is on the horizon and Jon might not be doing this because he still loves Alec.. you do something stupid once but that's because your a man you do something stupid twice because there is a girl involved. (Lorax quote-sort of) XD Thank you for the review.

Guest: I like the Jon Alec relationship but MALEC is and will always be my OTP so.. they won't last long at all.. there is always an ulterior motive Jon he never does anything just for the hell of it. Magnus will be saved soon ish. Thank you for the review.

Disclaimer: If I owned the Mortal Instruments I wouldn't be writing fanfictions on here that's for sure XD

Magnus POV

I'm burning, my whole bodies on fire. My soul is screaming to be released from its confinement. Organs are threatening to stop at any second. And it's only the second day, four days to go till I meet my end.

Depressing yes, but I saw Alexander again this morning, he was rambling about finding something to help me get out of this tiny problem I seem to be having. Very small problem.. Oh who am I kidding it's a LIFE or DEATH situation and there are only two ways to get out of this huge dilemma:

I die/get murdered in the most gruesome way possible or

Get saved by a dashing Shadowhunter with blue eyes and black hair that goes by the name of Alexander Lightwood.

I think, no wait I know I like option two better. Damn, that's not going to happen is it. I mean think logically (HAHA Magnus really logic you don't know the first thing about logic). Wow first sign of madness talking to yourself Magnus you really need to get a grip of yourself. Now where was I, oh yeah, so Alec isn't suddenly going to stand up to all the Spartans and Shadowhunters and say how much he loves and needs me then whisk me away to a magical land where we can live happily ever after. Because life doesn't work like that, we don't always get what we want or even what we need to survive.

I sigh. My throat is so dry it could just as well be a desert. Gods I need water, so bad. Maybe Alec will come rescue me. How about Magnus you just stop and except your fate huh. Whoops I did it again, although now I think about it I've always talked to myself. Does that mean I've always been crazy or does it mean that the only person who's on my level (except for my little Alexander, he's way above me) is myself so my brain automatically talks to it's self, because no one else is this awesome? Yeah, defiantly the latter, no doubt about it.

I'm so bored. I think as I slowly open my eyes allowing them to adjust before opening them more until they are fully open. Right in front of me, or should I say above me is the most beautiful blue sky I have ever seen, not that I get much time to admire the sky. For most of my life I've done slave labour to the point that every night I pass out from exhaustion, normally before my head has even touched the pillow.. well piece of old tattered cloth that isn't even considered big enough to be a flannel let alone a fucking pillow. You know I've never just looked back and examined my life, I guess I just never had the time or the guts to do so, but now I only have four days till I die so I might as well get it over and done with.

My mother was a free woman for all of her childhood but at the age of 18 her home country was taken over by the Spartans led by the Shadowhunters. She was taken to the house of a random Spartan, one whose rank was not high enough to even be considered for the position of Shadowhunter; he was cruel and used to beat her for every little mistake she made. One day when she was out collecting supplies she was surrounded and raped by a group of Downworlders. At around the same time her 'Master' was also using her for her body. When was born it was obvious that I wasn't his child or even half Spartan, no I was all Downworlder or as he used to say, all Demon and no Angel. A dirty little freak.

He didn't do anything until I was four. It started with the name calling. It wasn't the words he would say that hurt me it was the way he said those words that had me crying and curling up in a corner hoping to disappear. The way his face would mutate into that of a terrifying beast that obviously hadn't eaten for a few months, even though he tormented me every day.

When I was five he started the physical abuse. Along with the verbal humiliation. It was my own personal hell, created just for me. When I was seven my mother hung herself in one of the two rooms in the house.

Then came the drowning. He tried to drown me in the river that runs through Sparta. I guess he chose the wrong spot because I didn't drown. No I just delayed my death by twelve years, and for what just to die at the hand of my saviour all those years ago. The reason I didn't drown was because of Alexander Lightwood. He was nearby when my 'Master' was trying to murder me and heard the commotion that we had created. From what his six year old self told me he ran to try and save me, tugging at the Spartans clothes to try and remove him from my quickly drowning form. The Spartan let go of me and I missed what happened next because I was trying to recover as quickly as possible but I do remember a thud of a body hitting the ground. Alec had later told me that it had been my 'Masters' body that hit the ground. Alec also told me that he was dead killed by King Robert Lightwood himself, because he had attacked Alec while he was trying to save him and the King couldn't have that.

For the next four years I lived at the lightwood residence, with King Robert, Queen Mayrse, Izzy and last but not least Alexander Lightwood. Alec was my best friend and what I considered to be my soul mate even though I most defiantly didn't tell him that last part. At the age of nine Blondie appeared, I mean he literally just appeared out of fucking nowhere I hadn't even heard of or seen him in my whole nine years of life and as soon as he waltzed through the lightwood front door I hated him with a vengeance. It was as if my mind already knew that he would steal the best thing that had ever happened to me. And that was Alec. MY ALEC.

Because of Blondie I was chucked out and dragged to the Verlac household. All that by the age of eleven. At least I made a friend in Ragnor even if he can be a grumpy stick in the mud most of the time. Okay, all the time. Speaking of Ragnor I wonder how he's doing.

Ragnors POV

Well done Mags aren't you an amazing planner. Oh don't worry Rags we'll be back before it gets dark. Yeah great job you did with that Magnus if you hadn't noticed you all ways get us into trouble with your happy go lucky attitude. I told myself over and over that you would get us killed or worse. Because of you Magnus Bane I've gotten so many beatings from the head of the Verlac family and been made to do more chores from Camille-the bitch-Belcourt, and lastly put to torture before get stabbed to death all because you couldn't move your fat lazy arse down a fucking mountain fast enough. When I get my hands on you Mags I will kill you. Oh even better I hope make sure I get killed first then I can save Magnus so that I can haunt him for the rest of his small pathetic excuse for a life. I can so see that happening. I thought as I almost smile, the keyword being almost.

Although we did almost get rescued by fellow Downworlders, or that was what they had intended. They being the scrawny brown haired guy with glasses, a short redhead, a guy who had way to many muscles, a girl with dark brown curly hair and a gorgeous.. I mean ridiculously short Mexican guy. Fuck, did you see his eyes they are so brown the type that just melts you and.. nope I'm not even going to go there. I'm not going to think about the fact that there is only one person in between us from where we lay bound to the uneven floor. Nope, not going to think about that at all. Shit I went there, well no turning back now.

Izzy's POV

Alec is acting weird. Okay weirder than usual. For one thing he got back together with dare I say it Jonathan and he keeps repeating the line "plan I need to think of a plan". Every few seconds. That is extremely weird even for him. I would go talk to Jace but he's gone weird as well.. well more weird. I'm the only one out of all three of us that has never been and never will be, touch wood, weird.

This all stared after me, Aline and Helen saved their arses. Alec stared to become more vacant and he was already bad enough then came the muttering but Jonathan is the last straw. Then Jace has been drooling, there is no better way to describe it than that, over someone; I don't know who but I will find out.. somehow.

Downworlder day is tomorrow so everyone is going to be there, so I might find out then, although a lot can happen in an afternoon. I mused as I made my way to find Alec and Jace; hopefully avoiding Jonathan while I'm at it.

A.N. Thank you for reading please review and tell me what you thought. As always I'm looking for ideas.. I have no imagination I suck. Anyhoo I hope you enjoyed. Allons-y.