Chapter Two:
Falling into a dark pit of nothingness. That's what going through a portal feels like. As I finally see the street coming closer l try to prepare myself for the landing. Even though I technically have never been through a portal I hope I actually did it right how terrible would it be if I was in India or something instead of New York. I hit the pavement with a thud and scrape my knees as I tumble in what seems to be a back ally. Well I made it.. I think. But I obviously didn't think this through to well; I have no idea how to get around in New York or where to even find the institute. I take Jonathan's steele and quickly use an iratze to heal my scrapes from the fall here. I think of a plan, I know institutes have to be called to demon encounters so all I have to do is find a demonic place and wait for the shadowhunters to show up. Simple enough, except I have never been in New York before and I have no idea where to start looking for demons. I walk down some street I don't know the name of but not before putting a invisible rune on first. I can only imagine the looks I would get walking down the streets in all black fighting gear. I walk past a club with a rune that is familiar to me on the sign. The place is called Pandemonium, " well this is a good start. " I think to myself out loud. As I slip past the bouncer and enter the club I am immediately out of my element. Young, sweaty bodies everywhere sway to the strange techno music playing way to loud. As I get rid of the invisibility rune, noticing how almost everyone is dressed similar or wackier than myself I feel safe enough to show myself. I start dancing awkwardly by myself when I notice the first demon. He spots me and starts running. Well this didn't go how I planned. I sprint after the demon and push the sweaty mundies and downworlders out of my way. I go out the back door which leads to a ally and notice a shadow behind the dumpster a couple feet away from my position. Pulling out a seraph blade and whisper its name as I prepare for the fight that's in store. I try to calm myself because even though I have had all the training and punishment from Valentine and Jonathan I have never actually fought a demon. Well I guess I will see how much I learned. As I stalk towards the demon like a cat stalks its prey.
"Why aren't you a pretty young thing? From the institute I suppose? You guys arrived early, wheres your backup?" It hissed at me.
"I am not from the institute. But I am looking for them and you are my bait." I give my most menacing look trying to hide the fact that I probably should of acted like backup was coming and not give away the fact that I was all alone. "Any last words you little bastard?" I spat at him.
"Ya see you in hell later." He lunges forward transforming into one of the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. His eyes fall out as well as his teeth, becoming a gooey mass of pure lethal muscle. By now I have decided I have picked on a demon who wasn't a little guy who I could just stab and wait for the shadowhunters to show up. I might actually die in this fight. Its claws reach for my arm but my instincts and training kicks in and I block his attack with the seraph blade. As it screams out in pain I go in for the strike and hit home. The demon vanishes in to thin air.
"that's what I thought you piece of shit go back to your hell hole." I am instantly proud of myself and do a lil celebration dance. But I spoke to soon, when my guard is down a Raum demon attacks me from behind and I have no time to get my seraph blade. I remember the training…. "CLARY! You need to understand that since you're a weak lil girl you will not always have a weapon and will need to fight without it so let's practice with me, shall we?"… that flash back made me think of the things Jonathan did to her.. let's just say that was the reasoning for the scar that went from my collarbone wrapping around my torso to my lower back. I realize I am probably going to die here, but I wasn't going to die without a fight. I punch the demon in the nose and roll over on to my stomach and crawl towards the dumpster to get a pipe. When the demon grabs my heels and drags me back to him and picks me up and bites my right calf and throws me into the wall. Paralyzed from either pain or demonic poisoning I just lay there as the demon creeps towards me to finish me off. I send up a prayer to whoever is up there and hope my mom will forgive me. I close my eyes not wanting to watch as I wait for it to kill me. But nothing happens, I don't die but the demon does. I slowly open my eyes and all I remember is looking at what I swear was an angel. Picking me up and putting an iratze on my arm. I memorize the angels looks his golden hair and bronze skin I even see his perfect white wings as he says " its going to be ok I'm Jace."