Here's the third chapter, if you've read it on LuminousFinshy's profile, no need to read it here, it's the same document, maybe slightly edited. LuminousFishy is the original owner of this story, I have only adopted it (with her permission!) and am finishing it up.

Clary POV

My +eyes take a few minutes to adjust to the minimal light that is only provided by a crack in the truck's back doors. I can hear heavy breathing around me, I attempt to stand up, but as soon as I do I am flung back into another body, ending up in a tangle of limbs.

"Ow!" The unmistakable voice of Isabelle grunts from underneath me. I hug her blindly.

"Izzy!"

"Dude, I would hug you back but my hands are tied" She responds. I glance around the barely visible back space of the lorry. There are two other people also tied up in here. I set about untying Izzy's bonds first, annoyingly breaking a few nails in the process. After what seems like forever I finally manage to loosen the knots and she triumphantly shrugs away the ropes.

"What are we doing here?" I wonder out loud.

"We're been taking to New York" A stranger's voice announces.

"What? Why?" I ask the guy on the opposite side of the truck.

"Well I don't know about you, but we've been arrested"

"Arrested!? Why!?"

"That's for us to know and you to find out"

"Okay…"

"But what about us? We haven't done anything wrong?" Izzy asks, exasperated.

"Oh come on, it's obvious" The other girl next to the guy announces.

"What's obvious!?"

"You're Shadowhunters! Surely you knew that already!"

"Shadowhunters? But we can't be!"

"Are you dead?"

"Well…no?"

"And they drew a rune on you? "

"Oh" I reply

"This is all so messed up! Simon is missing, we've been arrested!" Izzy cries.

"Simon! He wasn't taken?"

"Obviously not"

Izzy starts crying and I try to awkwardly comfort her.

"Well maybe he was caught up…or something. Anyway, he's probably safer back there…and you've only know each other a few weeks, it can't be that bad"

"Just because you're never going to find your soul mate, it doesn't mean that I can't be loved."

"I didn't…"

"No you did. You've been moody ever since I met Simon, you don't understand. You never will" Her words sting.

"At least I tried"

The truck turns a corner and we are jumbled about. After the truck levels out again, Isabelle moves as far away from me as possible. I let her go and sit awkwardly, listening to her muffled sobs. Maybe I will never understand…it feels like horus have passed when suddenly I see a flash of something metal, it clunks around and then lands still at my feet. I pick it up. It looks like a stele.

"Hey, I hate to break this wonderful moment, but I would appreciate it if you untied us as well. That stele will be able to cut through these bonds easily" The guy speaks up.

"Oh yeah" I shuffle over and get to work on the guy's ropes. From the distance I can make out a lot more of his features. He is brown-skinned and looks like a rocker boy with long, dark hair that tumbles over his forehead and down his neck in curls. I also notice that he is muscular and on both arms he has tattoos that look like scrolling script winding around his skin.

"What are those?" I ask him, pointing to the tattoos.

"Mantras from the Upanishads"

"Oh okay" I finish with the knots and he throws the rope away.

"My name is Jordon by the way and this is Maia" He says, pointing to the girl to his left. Maia has light brown skin and dark brown eyes. Her brown-gold hair is messy but in distinct curls. They both look around my age, still only teenagers.

"I'm Clary and that's Isabelle" I point to my sobbing friend in the corner.

"Right" He says and I turn to Maia. After a while we are all free and we settle with our backs to the truck walls once more. The other two discuss some kind of escape plans for ages and I am just about to drift off to sleep when something stabs me in the side and I reach down to find the stele again. A pattern of simple swirling lines comes to mind and I instinctively start to draw it on the back doors of the truck. I sit back and admire the intricate design when it glows a bluesy colour and the metal of the door appears to melt.

"What the…?" Jordon gasps as a sizeable hole appears out of the door. The wind rushes in and light spews into the room. Izzy stops moping and crouches with us.

"What now?" She whispers.

"Now, we jump" Maia announces and without hesitation, she hurtles herself out of the truck. Jordon pauses a bit and then follows suit. Izzy glances at me with wide eyes, I shrug and prepare to follow them. She grabs my arm.

"Are you crazy!? You're just going to jump out of a moving van?"

"Izzy, we don't have another option, if we stay here who knows what could happen?"

She bites her lip.

"I'll go first" she announces. She counts to three and then launches herself into the air. Her figure is slipping further away, so I take a deep breath and jump. For an instant I feel free and weightless, but then gravity pulls me down towards the ground. I curl into a ball and land painfully on my side, rolling along the road until I come to a stop. My left side feels like it's on fire. I stand up painfully slowly, my side is torn up and it looks like I have nasty graze along my hip. Other than that, I'm alive. I can make out the forms of the others across the hazy empty road that we're on; I wait patiently as they finally make their way towards me. Izzy looks slightly torn up, but relatively unscathed and the two strangers Maia and Jordon don't look battered or bruised at all. Their appearances also look a lot clearer in the light of day.

"So…that was crazy" Maia announces.

"Definitely" I confirm

"What now?" Izzy asks, none too kindly. I can tell she is deliberately avoiding my gaze.

"Well, I guess we walk" Jordon states, setting off on a stroll.

"Where? We can't just walk and anyway I'm wearing heels" Izzy complains, pointing to her outfit.

"Tough" Jordon announces, continuing to walk. I have no choice but to follow him, after all I have no idea where I am and no chance of survival by myself.

"Where are we?" I ask him, looking at the vast expanses of dryish grass either side.

"My guess is Nebraska. That seems to be the right amount of distance we travelled, can you believe we were on that truck for seven hours?"

"Yes I can" I answer, my butt still feeling numb from sitting down for so long.

Me and Jordon make pointless small talk to pass the time, whilst Izzy stumbles behind Maia, her heels clicking noisily as she walks. The wind blows and I suddenly wish I was wearing more than slightly torn up flannel shirt and jeans. It was much hotter in Utah… My spirits dampen as I grow hungry and tired from walking. Izzy stumbles and falls to her feet.

"Guys, stop. I can't walk" She whines.

"Then take off the heels" I say matter of factly. She shoots me a death glare, but slips them off anyway. The sky darkens.

"We need somewhere to stay for the night" I state.

"There's an old abandoned town called Sidney a mile away, we can make it before sun down" Jordon says, like he does this every day.

"How do you know so much?"

"We're fugitives, it's what we do" He says wrapping his arms around Maia, urgh great another happy couple.

"Why? Why can't you just stay in the city?"

He chuckles.

"Some Shadowhunter you are!...We're werewolves"

"Werewolves!?" Isabelle yells.

"I thought that all Downworlders were extinct?" I ask, confused.

"That's what we want you to think"

She turns and has a private conversation with Jordon. He nods and shares it with us.

"We may as well tell you, seeing as it looks like we're stuck together. We're from a rebel group called The Praetor Lupus. We can't stay in a town or place more than once or we get caught. I was in Salt Lake City on business with Magnus Bane, when the town was invaded, leading to our unfortunate arrest. We know America like the backs of our hands"

He starts walking again, my feet protest but I force myself to carry on.

"Magnus Bane…I recognize the name. I think he was one of my mum's friends" A sharp sting goes through my heart when I talk about her. I don't know where she is.

"What business does your mum have wit

Sep 2"What business does your mum have with a high warlock?" he asks.

"I don't know."

"You didn't know you were a Shadowhunter did you?"

"Of course not!"

"Well, my guess is that she is part of the rebel Shadowhunter group, the people who are opposed to Valentine's reign. I can take you to a group of them if you want"

"I don't know what I want anymore" I say truthfully. He just nods and we continue in silence. The landscape soon changes to the wreckage of old houses.

"We can stay here the night" He announces, which is just as well, considering it's now dark. He leads us into the nearby rubble of a house, he sends the other two off to gather what they can, mattresses, food etc.

"So, Clary. Is it possible you can draw more of your magical runes"

"I guess…" Some patterns come to mind "Which ones?"

"Protection, ything to protect us form any wandering demons"

"Demons!? They still exist!"

"Clary, you've been living in a very protective bubble all your life. All the stories are true"

"Oh" I sigh and draw all the necessary runes that I can think of around the area that we me and Jordon later decide to start up a fire in. The other two arrive with a few tin cans of food, some blankets and a couple of mattresses to sleep on. Maia hands me a blanket and a can of food one and settles down on a mattress next to Jordon. I'm about to join them on my own mattress when a shout can be heard from nearby. We go still in silence.

"Help!" The unmistakably voice of a certain dork yells. Izzy scrambles up and immediately rushes towards the direction. Jordon curses and turns into a wolf, Maia follows closely behind. My breathing speeds up as I charge out of the rumble. Izzy is pointlessly throwing rocks at a grotesque demon that has pinned down Simon. The wolves pounce on top of the demon, which shrieks and lets Simon go. Simon scrambles over to Izzy, looking relatively unscathed. Maia and Jordon are still fighting off the demon and I feel so powerless. Suddenly I remember my pocketed stele and confidently I draw a rune on my hand. I ran towards them as light bursts out from it and the demon begins to fold in on itself. The atmosphere turns eerily quiet.

"What on earth was that?" Simon breathes from behind me.

"A rune"

"Rune? Like Shadowhunters?"

"Oh yeah, we're Shadowhunters now" Izzy announces, pulling Simon in for a sloppy make out session. I turn away. Sometime later, we're all settled back at our camp. Apparently Simon had stolen a truck after he saw Izzy being taken away; he got away with it because everyone was distracted by the explosions that had been set off around the city. He was jumped on by a demon, conveniently close to camp. I blame the soul mate palaver.

Everyone is now settled down in couples on their own mattresses and I can't help but feel terribly alone as I curl up and let my tears fall silently. I have my back facing away from the others, I don't won't them to see how much the past days events have effected me. I will stay strong…but once again I find myself glaring at the band on my wrist, begging the numbers to change. Of course, the do not and deep down I know that they never will.