Here is the fifth chapter of my story. I'm sort of making the story progress further by putting some tension between Clary and the rest of the characters. There are still a lot of factors to be put in so I'm working on getting there. Forgive me if it's a little slow, but this is how I wanted it to go. Enjoy and review!
Just when Clary thought her life was getting back on track Luke goes missing. Soon, Clary realizes that, despite gaining new friends, she is on her own. No one will tell her why this is happening. No one will even tell Clary what's going on. So she must must once again take it upon herself to do everything. With the help of a sparkly new allie Clary dives into the world of angels and demons.
Chapter 5
After school I go off to meet Isabelle in the parking lot. Jace and I decide to meet at my house at around eight. That will give me enough time. I want to clean my room first and hide anything Jace might use to embarrass me with.
Isabelle is standing next to a really nice looking car. It looks like a Jaguar. I've driven a few of them. I usually ended up totaling them. It's not because I'm a bad driver, but because I did some jobs in the past that required it. It's going to be interesting riding in one and not having it crunched.
I throw my backpack in the back then sit up front with Isabelle. She starts up the car then we take off. I look out the window. This is the first time I've been out in the town since getting back. Time really does fly when I'm not able to move around.
We get to the mall and Isabelle helps me get out of the car. "This is going to be so much fun. We are totally going to get a whole new wardrobe for you because those faded jeans just are not doing you any justice."
I look down at myself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
Isabelle gives me a look asking if I'm kidding. "Come on, Clary. You're way too pretty to be wearing those kinds of clothes. If you want to get more boys to recognize you then you need to dress a lot nicer."
I shake my head. "The last thing I need right now is to deal with boys."
With a sigh Isabelle pulls me into the mall. Isabelle tries to get me into clothes that are over a hundred dollars a piece. That's way more than I would pay for any one thing. Not unless I had to. I keep complaining to Isabelle that I don't have the money to buy everything, but she wasn't hearing any of it.
Isabelle shoves some pants into my hand. "Here. Go try these on. Stop complaining about the price. Beauty has no price."
I go into the dressing room and manage to get the expensive pants on. When I walk out Isabelle's eyes light up. "That looks really great on you. Now I want you to try on these skirts. I really wish you could try on some shirts and dresses, but your arm is getting in the way."
At least this injury came in handy in one way. I hate trying on clothes. It's such a waste of time. I don't understand why people spend so much time buy clothes when they know they're only going to wear it once. I look at Isabelle with an annoyed expression. "Can we go home now? This is really starting to get on my nerves."
Isabelle puts her firsts on her hips. "Didn't I say to stop complaining? We have until seven so I'm going to use every moment we have. Now hurry up and try on the skirts."
I groan and go back into the dressing room. "I hate shopping."
A few hours later we finish shopping. I'm so tired. Who knew going shopping for clothes was such a workout. When we get back to my house I get my backpack from the back and go inside. Isabelle follows me with bags full of clothes. She follows me inside and up to my room. It looks like Luke isn't home. I would have thought he would be waiting for me. I guess he had something really important to do.
Isabelle drops the bags on my bed then goes to my closet. She gets started immediately by throwing things out. "You're not going to need these things anymore. You have much better things to wear now."
I watch while Isabelle puts my new clothes in my closet. I sit with my legs crossed. "You really don't need to do that."
After Isabelle is done putting my clothes away she turns to me and grins. "The moment your arm gets better we're going to shop for dresses and pretty shirts. Every girl will be jealous of you. I know you have a date right now so I'll get going."
I make a face. "It's not a date. We're doing a school project. Okay?"
Isabelle waves her hand. "Whatever you want to call it. See you tomorrow, Clary."
Once Isabelle is gone I shake my head and start cleaning my room. When that's done I go downstairs and make some lemonade. I get out my medicine just as someone knocks on the door. I pull the door to a grinning Jace. "Hey."
I step aside. "Come in. Give me a second and I'll be with you."
Jace moves into the kitchen. I go back to my pills. I take two and tilt my head back to swallow. I take a sip of lemonade. I turn to where Jace is standing. "You wanna go to my room or go to the living room?"
"Let's stay in the living room," Jace turns to the living room.
I quickly run upstairs and grab my things. When I go back to where Jace is he's looking at a picture of me, Luke and my mom. We were really happy there. I try not to look so sad. I sit on the couch and pull out my notebook. I turn on my laptop in front of me.
Jace sets next to me. "So, how long are we going to pretend there is no sexual tension between us?"
I punch Jace on the arm. "Shut the hell up!"
Jace grins and chuckles while rubbing his arm. "Alright, let's get to work. I don't want to spend all night doing school work."
"Then stop being so immature," I throw back.
We manage to actually get some work done before Jace has to leave. I see him to the door. Jace turns to look at me before leaving. "Good night."
I smile. "Good night."
Once Jace is gone I go put my things away. Then I go upstairs and reach under my pillow. The glass blade glows with a bluish light every time I hold it. I sigh and set it on my bed. I rub the bridge of my nose then look at the clock. Luke should have been home by now. I'm starting to get a really bad feeling about this.
I go to Luke's room. The door's locked. Luke only has it that way when he's working. Still, Luke comes out every half hour to check on me and to get food. I frown slightly. If I remember then the light wasn't on in his room when I came home. That can't be right. I take a step back and kick the door open. What I see inside makes my heart skip a beat.
It looks like a hurricane tore through this place. I step around a pile of papers. I know Luke to be very organized and clean. I go over to his desk. There are marks on it. It looks like claw marks. I see some blood on the floor. I kneel next to it and run my finger through it. It's already starting to dry. That means it's been here a while already.
Something definitely happened here. I can tell this is Luke's blood. I'm getting a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach about this. My heart beats faster. All of a sudden the image of the demon I fought on the island pops into my head. My heart rate increases even more.
Luke obviously knew something about the demons. So does Jace. I know that for sure. For some reason a demon came here while I was out with Isabelle. I didn't bother to check Luke's room to see if he was there because Jace was here. Something is definitely up and I don't like it.
Then I hear something moving near the window. I know enough not to be stupid enough to see what it is, but just standing here isn't going to do anything either.
I see a shadow pass in front of the window again. I back away slowly and run to my room. I grab the glass blade and move to the corner of my room. I hear something just outside my bedroom door. I can see someone moving under the door.
I pull my arm out of its sling and slide under my bed. I need to start moving my arm more. This is the perfect opportunity. If a demon comes in I will be ready to fight it.
When my door opens I make my breath as quiet as possible. I keep as calm as physically possible. Then I see something I didn't think I would see. Shoes. I don't think demons wear shoes. Not unless they're wearing a disguise which I don't doubt at this point.
There are three sets of feet. I stay absolutely still. Then I hear a familiar female voice. "Where did she go? I thought you said she was here when you left?"
"She was," a familiar male voice responds.
Then a voice I don't know speaks. "Either way we need to find her. Luke is missing and I have no doubt in my mind that the demons that took him will come back for her. Let's check out the other room."
Once they're out of my room I slide out from under my bed and stand with my back against the wall. Demons took Luke. I bury my face in my hands. What in the world is going on?
I hear them moving around in Luke's room. I stick the glass blade in my boot. I walk down the hall and push open the door. They turn around immediately with weapons in their hands. I cross my arms and lean against the door frame. "You mind telling me what exactly you're doing in my house without my permission?"
Jace moves forward without that familiar, confident, smile. "Clary, do you know anything about what happened here?"
I look between the three of them. It turns out that the third person was Alec, Isabelle's older brother. I look around the room and sigh. "Nope. It was like this when I kicked the door in."
"You kicked the door in?" Isabelle arches an eyebrow.
I nod slowly then look at my names. "Yeah. I was worried because Luke only locks his door when he's working. This is how I found it. Do any of you mind telling me just exactly what's going on?"
Alec turns to his siblings. "Come on, guys. They can't have gotten too far. Not with Luke."
They try moving past the door and past me, but I put my foot up against the other end of the door frame to stop them. I look up with a glare in my eyes. "Let me ask again. Do any of you plan on telling me just what is going on?"
Alec glares at me. "Get out of the way."
I tilt my head with hooded eyes. "Why don't you make me?"
Jace grabs Alec before he can do anything. Jace turns back to me. "Please, Clary. Let us pass. We need to find out what happened to Luke. We can't do that if you don't get out of the way."
Isabelle moves closer. "Please understand, Clary."
I growl and punch the wall. The wall cracks, but my hand is unharmed. I turn back to the three siblings. "Luke is the only family I have left. If you won't tell me what happened to him then I'll go find out myself."
Jace calls out to me. "Wait, Clary!"
I ignore him and go to my room. I lock the door and go to my closet and grab my black coat with a hood. Then I grab my entire ensemble of a black tank top and a pair of black pants. I reach into a compartment in the back of my closet. I pull out a box and put it on my bed. Inside is a mark, gloves, and a gun with two magazines.
The mask covers my entire face and it has a crescent moon on the forehead with an intricate design of flowers down the sides. I put it on then pull on my gloves. I stick my guns into a holster around my waist. Then I test out my arm. It's been over a month now. I should be just fine.
No one is going to tell me what's going on so I'll do it myself. I'm going to find out what happened to Luke. I leave through the window and head into the city. I know where to go if I want some top secret information. Getting it should be the easy part. Using it is another story.
As I'm walking I can definitely feel that I'm being watched. These aren't natural stares. I've felt this aura before. I don't pick up the pace. I just take it easy and don't let on that I know I'm being followed.
I get into the city and stick to the shadows. I climb onto the roofs and travel that way. When I get into a darker section of the city I enter a club. I get in with no trouble. I just look at the bouncer and he knows not to mess with me. That makes the people standing in like really pissed off. I just smirk to myself.
When I'm in the club I move through the crowds of grinding people. I find the person I'm looking for. A man that goes by the name Ragnor Fell. He has slicked back black hair and an expensive looking suit on.
Before, when I dealt with him, he would really try to just get rid of me as soon as possible. There was something always off about him. Now that I know there are demons out there I know why that is.
When I reach Ragnor he just glances up at me. "What do you want?"
I scowl and grab onto his collar. I pull him up and make him look at me. "You and me are going to have a chat and you're going to listen very closely. If you don't give me the answers I want then there's going to be some trouble. Got it?"
Ragnor nods quickly.
We go out to the back of the club. I throw Ragnor against a brick wall where he shakes in fear. "What do you want?"
I cross my arms. "I want to know what you know about a man named Luke."
Ragnor's face lights up with recognition of the name. Then an evil grin spreads across his face. "Sorry, but I don't know who you're talking about."
I move forward faster than he can see and slam him into the wall. "I'm going to ask you again, Ragnor. Tell me what you know about what happened to Luke or you're going to be suffering a lot tonight."
Ragnor swallows hard. "And what will I get for my cooperation?"
"Your life," I hiss.
For a second Ragnor says nothing then gives me a look. "You have no idea what you're dealing with. You have no idea of what dark and disturbing things the world holds."
I reach into my boot and pull out the glass blade. "You wanna bet. I think I know a lot more than you think. Now start talking before I decide I don't need you anymore."
Ragnor nods then speaks quickly. "A few days ago I heard some people talking about taking out the Alpha. That the pack was getting in the way of some plans some people were having. I heard they took out a contract on him."
"What kind of contract?" my grin tightens.
"They were commissioned by some human organization," Ragnor holds up his hands.
I narrow my eyes. "Which one?"
Ragnor shakes his head. "It's impossible to tell. You of all people should know it's nearly impossible to track down silent contracts. Even you would have trouble with it. There is someone else who might be able to help you. The high warlock of Brooklyn."
"Who is it?" I press the point of my blade even harder.
Ragnor squeezes his eyes shut. "Magnus Bane."
That sparkly boy I saw at school earlier today. I lean in close. "Where can I find him?"
Ragnor gets a relieved look on his face. He tells me where I can find this Magnus Bane. I'm about to leave, but quickly spin around and knock Ragnor out by kicking him in the head. That way he doesn't come after me. I don't want anyone following me.
I turn and stick the glass blade into my boot. I head through the club again and make my way to Magnus Bane's house. From what I saw it looked like Magnus is a very attitude oriented person. Possibly gay, but that's a whole different matter.
When I finally get to the address Ragnor gave me I hear loud music and see lights coming from inside. I walk up to the door. Before I have a chance to knock the door flies open. Magnus looks down at me and grins. "Well, look what the cat dragged in."
My face doesn't chance. "We need to talk."
Magnus cocks an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
I clench my fists. "My dad was kidnapped and I know demons had something to do with it. I need your help."
Magnus watches me for a second before stepping aside. "Come on in. We'll go to my room to talk. I can tell this is going to be one of those serious kinds of talks."
When I enter it's a completely different scene. It's like a club. I follow Magnus through the crowd until we're in another room where Magnus motions me inside.
Once the door is closed Magnus turns to me with his arms crossed. "Now, tell me what's going on."
I look out the window then turn back. "Luke, my dad, was taken from my house today. Some time between three and seven. His room was trashed and there was dried blood on the floor. Three people came to my house not too long after I discovered this. I asked them what was going on and they wouldn't answer me."
"So you thought you would come ask me," Magnus sighs and touches his sparkly spikes.
I shake my head. "I went to Ragnor Fell before coming to you."
"You went to that weasel before me?" Magnus gasps, offended.
I cross my arms. "I didn't know I should come to you. Ragnor was the only person I knew who would know anything about what I needed to know. I'm here now and that's what matters."
Magnus shakes his head and sits on his bed. "Sweetie, do you even know what you're dealing with?"
"Not as well as I should," I frown at myself.
Magnus stands and goes to one of the books on a shelf next to his bed. "There are many things you don't know. One thing you should know is that I'm a warlock. Half human, half demon. Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you unless you make me. Now, did you know Luke was a werewolf?"
I make a face. "It makes sense."
After a second Magnus makes a face. "Take of that mask. It's starting to get on my nerves."
I reach up and touch my face. I forgot I had this on. I pull the mask off, but keep up my hood. "Ragnor told me that some demons made a contract with human assassins to take out the Alpha. He said that the pack was getting in the way of some plans."
Magnus nods slowly. "I've heard that Luke's pack has been getting in the way of some demons that have been trying to hurt a bunch of humans lately. Luke must have known that it was going to come to this at some point."
"He must have been distracted…" I wince.
"Don't blame yourself, sweetie," Magnus brings the book in his hand over to me. "Why don't you take a look in this book?"
I take the book carefully and open it to the first page. My eyes widen and gasp. Small and intricate designs enter my mind at a fast pace. I squeeze my eyes shut and drop the book. I look up and glare at Magnus. "What was that?"
Magnus chuckles. "Sorry, hun. Just had to make sure."
"Make sure what?" I rub my temples.
Magnus turns to me with a serious expression. "You really don't know. You don't know you're a shadow hunter?"
I look up at the sound of that name. "Shadow hunter?"
"That's right," Magnus nods.
I take a step closer. "What is that?"
Magnus points to me. "A shadow hunter is what you are. They are an advanced race of humans who have the blood of the angel Raziel running through their veins. This gives them the power and abilities to fight demons and other Downworlders."
I'm so confused. "Whoa, take it slow. What the hell are Downworlders?"
Magnus sits on his bed again and crosses his legs. "I'm a Downworlder. There are different types. There are warlocks, like myself, fey, vampires, werewolves and demons. Your job, as a shadow hunter is to make sure that the balance between the Downworlders and the human world are kept in check. I don't think you can though. Since you don't have a seraph blade."
"What's a seraph blade?" I inquire.
"It's a blade that looks like it's made of glass, but probably stronger than any blade any human can make." Magnus says this as if he's bored.
A glass blade… I reach into my boot and hold up my glass blade. "You mean this thing?"
Magnus winces and hisses. "Put it away."
I stick the glass blade back into my boot. "Sorry."
Magnus gives me a strange look. "Where in the world did you get that?"
I shrug. "It just sort of appeared. I was lucky it did. I would be dead otherwise."
With a sigh Magnus stands and walks over to me. "I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like there's something about you that's going to draw trouble to yourself and me."
"I tend to do that," I look up into Magnus' yellow-green cat eyes.
Magnus shakes his head then pulls out a mirror to fix his makeup. "Alright. I'm going to help you find Luke, but don't expect me to do any of the heavy lifting. I know what you're capable of. You need to do any of the violent things. I'll just be the clever mind behind the scenes."
"That's fine with me," I wave my hand. "I have a feeling you're a lot better at being sparkly and eccentric than anything else."
Magnus grins. "I like that."
Afterwards we agree to meet in a week. We're both going to collect as much information as possible. Magnus is probably going to get further than me, but it's a good thing. I'll just act on the information. I'm probably going to spend my time trying to track down the silent contract that was put out on Luke by the demons.
This is going to be a long seven days.
