Hey, guys! I would like to ask you a question. If I were to publish some of my work, like my original stories, would you guys check it out? Or are you more interested in the characters of mortal instruments than the writing style? That sounded really insulting, but it wasn't meant to be. Also, because of school, I won't be able to update as often.
PoV Clary
Jace bolted down the hall to Magnus's room, shouldering open the door. A rather unmanly scream came from inside, and Jace fumbled for the light switch. Jordan was stood on his bed, lamp in hand, when I reached the door after Jace.
"Where are Magnus and Alec?" Jace asked, rushing over to Magnus' bed.
"I thought they were in your room?" Jordan asked, setting down the lamp.
"They're not," I said, slipping once again into my male voice. I felt like I hadn't done it in a while.
"I overheard that Kirk beat you up," Jordan said. "Are you okay, Cain?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Kirk also said something about, 'Getting back at that smart ass faggot punk,'." Jordan went a little pale. "You don't… you don't think that could have been Alec or Magnus, do you?"
"Alec, most likely." I shook my head. "He helped me when Kirk was kicking me."
"Oh, man," Jordan said. "Kirk can be cruel."
"I know." I looked towards Jace. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for clues, seeing if they'd been here, if Kirk had been here," he said, ripping Magnus' sheets from his bed.
There was a small silver key under one of Magnus' pillows, gleaming in the lamp light.
"It looks like a diary key," I said. "It's probably just that."
Jace nodded, placing all of the bed clothes back on the bed. We walked back out into the hall way, Jace running his hands through his hair. He paced up the hall way, back and forth between my door and Jordan's. I walked over to my door and opened it, going inside.
"What are you doing?" Jace asked. "You can't stop looking!"
"I'm not!" I snapped. "I'm changing my clothes. I think you should, too, because we won't be much help in wet clothes."
Jace nodded and dashed back to his room.
"Would you close the door?" Simon asked.
I looked over to him and Izzy, both curled up on Simon's bed. Izzy was asleep, one of Simon's tee-shirts on over her dress.
"Why didn't you talk earlier?" he asked.
"What?" I asked, pulling my jacket off.
"Earlier, you walked in and put something on your bed, then walked out. It was pretty dark, but you seemed angry."
I rushed over to my bed and pulled off my sheets. There, clear as day, was a slip of paper, blood stained and ripped. I picked it up and opened it, reading the note;
"Be fast now, it's getting hot. They won't survive in that heat."
"Simon, where's the hottest place in the school?" I asked.
"The boiler room," he mumbled.
"Where's that?" I asked.
"Down stairs…"
I rushed out to Jace's room in my suit pants and a tee-shirt, and thrust the note in his hands. His eyes lit up when he read it, and a small smile splayed across his face.
"He's not a very competent person, this Kirk, is he?" Jace said. "Come on."
We raced down the stairs to the boiler room and threw open the door. Heat came blasting through the door, filling the chilly hall with moist, hot air. We rushed into the room and saw Magnus and Alec, tied and gagged, next to the main boiler.
"Alec!" Jace shouted in relief.
"Mmm!" Alec tried to speak through his gag, nodding his head towards the door. "Mmm!"
"What's wrong?" Jace asked, kneeling next to his brother and untying the cloth.
"Look out!" Alec yelled, as soon as his mouth was free.
I turned in time to see Kirk closing the door, and swinging a bat at my head.