Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare

Chapter 21: Authority

Ragnor was in the kitchen as usual while he was waiting for the human Magnus to be gone. Meanwhile, Aline was outside in the garden taking care of her little farm at the back.

It had been weeks for the human pretending to be the Magnus – a loyal member of their family. Whenever the human was here, there was a constant realization that Alec's condition was something beyond his ability as a robot. A human was what Alec needed in order to heal.

Ragnor trailed the skin of his forearm. The realness screamed at him: he would never be a human of fleshes and bones.

Flipped the page idly, he heard shouts from the hallway. Immediately he sprinted and Alec's voice pierced through. It was inaudible due to the somewhat soundproofed wall. His brows furrowed because of the deafening silence followed.

Instead of barging in, he activated his thermographic camera. It would look bad if he suddenly checked on them.

Two red smudges were leaning close on the bed. It appeared like they were hugging each other and their faces were a mess of hot whiteness. Ragnor went back to the kitchen and the image was gone.

He convinced himself there were many explanations to why Alec and the human were so intimate. Strangely the idea of Alec and Magnus being together didn't bother him at all. But when it came to the human, Ragnor felt it was unfair of him to take advantage of Alec, who believed the human was the robot he fell head over heels in love with.

He is not doing anything. Ragnor thought. He can't do anything to Alec or us.

He erased the image from his database and again picked up the tablet, watching the time and hoping the clock would tick faster.

However, it didn't go as planned. The human was still inside even after 15 minutes from their agreed time. He was debating whether he should take some actions and Aline entered the kitchen through the backdoor. She was wearing a simple denim jumpsuit with a pink T-shirt underneath, bare feet. A bucket of dirt was dropped by the door.

"Ragnor, did you get anything from the intercom?" Aline asked as she approached, leaving footprints on the floor. Ragnor didn't mind though, she would clean them later. "No." He said tentatively.

Aline walked past him and hooked the garden gloves on the wall. "Magnus isn't responding to my call. I don't know, but I have some bad feelings. Maybe I should go look for him." She swirled and had her hands on her hip, looking worried. Ragnor let her and she exited without making any noise.

Ragnor stared at the moving robot and his glance shifted to the bedroom once the small frame disappeared behind the front door. 15 minutes, he had a good reason to check on them. Probably Magnus couldn't get himself out because Alec wasn't napping. As he strode to the door, he came up with an excuse of borrowing Magnus.

He knocked first. "Alec, Magnus, I am coming in." Then he pressed his ear on the door, heard some cursing and banging. He waited a moment before entry.

Inside the bed was a mess, blankets tangled and corners draped over, one completely on the floor. Some of the pillows were discarded on the ground. Nothing was in the right position. Alec was standing farther away from Ragnor at the other side of the bed while the human was near the door, reaching out for the doorknob. The human flinched and stood there awkwardly.

"Any problem?" The human asked. Ragnor scanned the two bodies and they were not in their best states. Cheeks of both were flushing and clothes askew, especially Alec's; his sweater was rolled up. Alec noticed his glance and clumsily he pulled the hem back down. There was something poking inside his gray sweatpants.

Ragnor gasped and turned to the human, whose spiked hairs were worse than a bird nest which a hurricane just stormed through. Unlike Alec, his clothes were tidy but the butler didn't miss the dim glistens of his lips.

Besides, the scent of sex…

Ragnor said coldly. "Alec I am sorry but I need Magnus to help me out." The human couldn't dare look at his eyes.

Alec frowned. "Is that necessary?"

"Yes. Magnus come with me." Without getting a reply he gripped Magnus's wrist and said to Alec as he closed the door. "We'll be right back."

Ragnor locked the door silently and he pushed the human to the front door. He staggered and turned his head slightly to Ragnor, shooting him a glare but the butler crashed him into the shoes cabinet, hands on the collar. "You bastard." Ragnor cursed.

The human bit hard and his jaw angular. The cat-like eyes cast on the floor instead of facing him directly. Ragnor imposed more pressure and the human hissed at the pain from his back, yet he didn't fight.

"Tell me what you did."

It wasn't difficult to process what had happened inside the room. Everything led to solely one thing. His fingers were near the vulnerable neck and the human seemed to be aware of this too, be began to push Ragnor off.

Even Ragnor was shorter, he had the strength above Aristos. Easily he locked the human right there and threatened. "You better say it now before I actually do something to you. It won't be just making your back bruise." His teeth gritted and the human stared at him furiously, irritated by Ragnor's aggressiveness.

"Alec forced me." Ragnor stiffened and he closed his eyes. The human observed carefully and continued. "I think we should discuss this outside." With a slight push on his shoulder, Ragnor let go and the human was out of constraint. Instantly his hands went to rub his back.

Reluctantly nodded, Ragnor walked out to the front porch. He got a clean view of the garden from there and three people were hanging around the swing set, expressions tight. Rapidly he dragged the human on the other side behind the wall after the human picked up his shoes. Now the last thing he needed was unwanted interruption before the human gave a full explanation.

Ragnor shoved the human to the wall and said man leaned against it tiredly. Ragnor folded his arms. "Speak."

The human gazed at him for a moment. "I have to do it. Robots can't refuse an order from their masters, right? Alec gave one. What am I supposed to do?" His hands spread in the air in utter exhaustion. "It feels like I am intruding their relationship. But – but I have to play my part. I am Magnus in Alec's eyes and he commanded me. I have no choice."

Ragnor sighed in defeat. He wished he could defend Alec, however, the human wasn't the one to be blamed, not only him. They all had a part in this and it was partially their fault that things ended up this way. The butler asked. "What did you do then?"

The human said and knees slightly bent, looking helpless. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Give me details and I will see if I want to stop this madness right now." He should have known this would happen and yet he was blinded by the expected outcome of the plan. Now he thought about it, they hadn't even talked about how to tell Alec that the robot he had been seeing for four solid month sometimes turned into a human and it switched back and forth. It was plain stupid.

And Ragnor had agreed to the plan without evaluation first. It seemed his former master was right to abandon him; he couldn't make an important decision right.

They stared at each other and the human turned away. "He said he didn't want to sleep and he started to… lean into me," He said and crossed his arms, fingers rubbing elbows. "I dodged it and he got angry at me, he beat me with his pillow."

Ragnor instantly inspected his body. "Did you get hurt?"

The human rolled his eyes. "I can handle small attack. Anyway, Alec didn't use too much force." After that, the amber eyes again focused on the grasses which were coated a layer of snow. "I calmed him down at last and I asked what I could do to compensate. And… and he wanted me to kiss him."

There was a fire ignited inside his head while a chill crashed his chest. Ragnor felt dizzy and cold by the turning guts. He held out a hand to indicate the Asiatic man to carry on.

"Well, I kissed him."

The human quickly clarified when Ragnor lifted his head in top speed. "He ordered me, remember? Alec thought I was Magnus all along. And whatever happened next, I had no say in that."

He controlled his unreasonable fury and nodded.

"To be honest, it was more like skins rubbing. Not that I don't like Alec; just not in that way like Magnus feels toward him. I didn't open my mouth for the whole time and Alec guided my hands to his – his pants." He stopped to see how Ragnor reacted, yet the butler's blank expression told him nothing. Under his skin, he was anything but calm. He couldn't blame the human, could he? Alec did all these. "I drew back and he insisted again. He got me on top of him and – "

"That's enough." Ragnor interrupted and he made a decision. "We have to stop this. I don't want you to be near him ever again."

"What about his phobia?" The human inquired.

"Don't worry about that and I will tell Mr. Carstairs myself."

Shrugged, the human pushed himself off the wall. "Fine."

Almost he sounded disappointed and Ragnor chose not to comment. They walked towards the three in tension.

Aline and Magnus were standing aside, facing Jem whose face twisted in loss. His gray irises lightened up when he saw them. "Magnus!" Jem called and the two robot opened a gap for them to join. Five formed a small circle.

"Aline you go back in; tell Alec it will take some time before Magnus's return." Ragnor said and she nodded without question. Prints of a pair of small feet decorated the snows.

Magnus's eyes were sullen and his lips chapped from the wind. Jem didn't look well either; his cheeks and tip of nose were flushed like apple and the rims of his eyes were in slight red. Breaths were fast and short.

"Mr. Carstairs, I know your suggestion is offered because of your determination to help Alec on his recovery, yet I am afraid some side effects are beginning to show. Believe me, I do wish to continue." He said politely and phased his words, hoping they would not give Jem hard feelings.

"What side effects? You should consult us first." Jem looked at the human who met his questioning glance.

The human said and for one second Ragnor thought he was going to tell them. "Jem, they have good reasons."

Jem took a step back and a can was compressed by his tight grip. "I thought we were doing well. Did Alec find out something?"

The human tried to explain. "No he haven't. It's – me. I don't want to do this anymore." Ragnor's eyes widened and his head turned too quickly that it cracked a huge noise. However, a second thought came to his mind. Maybe the human was too ashamed to admit what he had done in the bedroom. He was glad that he still had dignity for not declaring he had touched Alec inappropriately when the blue-eyed man mistook him for someone else.

"What?"

"I want to leave. Jem please just drive me home." The human said, taking one of his friend's hands and hurried to the car parked in front of the garden. Jem was dragged and stumbled. "What happened? Magnus!"

Ragnor watched the human shook his head and stuffed the poor man into the driver seat. The car swayed violently as Jem closed the door. Engine turned on and in no time there was only dust left in the parking spot.

"Ragnor." Magnus called out his name. The robot opposite him wore exhaustion and age on his forever young face. Ragnor patted him on the bicep. "There are things we need to discuss."

Alec was back into his bed after Magnus and Ragnor's abrupt departure. The room was cold again and the empty side of his bed added to it.

His erection was throbbing for attention. Inexperience didn't mean he had never thought about them before; Alec wanted Magnus to touch him places that would way crossed the boundary.

Sometimes Alec wondered if he had the dirtiest mind ever because he couldn't get what he desired. It didn't come to his mind that frequent when years ago he was with Mark; the yearning for contacts that was. When Magnus spoke his eyes would automatically land on the lips and he would see his shaft moved in and out, making them red and more kissable. He imagined those delicate fingers fondling his hard-on, giving him pleasure that rode higher than clouds. The powerful lean waist could do many things which sent Alec to heaven.

And today he had a brief taste of it.

He immediately regretted it when he ordered Magnus to kiss him and acted like a cat in heat, begging for wild and lustful contacts. His reputation in Magnus's mind couldn't be any lower after that. However, he was in command. The robot couldn't say no to him and he would do anything he asked. Alec had not felt so powerful before.

Somehow, it calmed him too: the absolute obedience.

Sneaked both of his hands under the blankets, they went inside his sweatpants and boxer, grabbed the erection a bit too hard. Alec curled his hands and the frictions created bliss; his short breaths heavy, he bit a corner of his pillow, hoping to hold his moans down.

He guided the pair of brown hands into his boxer. Magnus recoiled. Alec nudged his stubbled chin with his nose and kissed him again, distracting the robot while leading them further down until they brushed against a hot hard rod. Magnus whimpered and his shoulder shifted uncomfortably, only held the erection in his hand when Alec encouraged him by moaning louder into his ear.

"Come on," He coaxed and he cupped the hands, moving them up and down. Magnus was frowning; Alec went to kiss the lines formed between his eyebrows and let out more sweet noises. When Magnus got the idea, Alec pulled the collar, bringing Magnus on top of him.

"Alec, you are sooooo naughty."

He threw his head back and a groan died within his throat. There was another voice in his newest memory. The male raised shames and Alec felt bloods were rushing to his lower part, also to his face. His hands moved faster and faster.

Alec bucked his hip upward and his erection slid into the palms of warmth. A hand was beside his head and Magnus's face was distorted.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes…" Alec cried out and he covered his mouth after realizing he might be too loud. It would be a nightmare if they were disturbed. His moans were bunch of nonsense because Magnus was touching him; Alec had been longing for this moment.

"Slut – "

His knees were spreading wild as he revisited the scene few minutes earlier. Hip in the air, Alec's hands were wet from his pre-cum. He rolled to his side and one spare hand went back up, clutched on the bed sheet and he bit on his wrist.

Waist feeble, mind sticky and he was sweating.

"Don't go away, cocksucker."

Still thrusting, Alec reached down for the softness near his legs. Magnus jerked and hands squeezed, doubled the pleasure. Upon his satisfied expression, the robot slowed down and tried to keep away as far as possible. However, Alec tugged strands of his hairs and Magnus yelped, getting pulled onto Alec's chest.

The robot was positioned between his spread legs, Alec had better access to the sleeping member. Magnus gasped when his cold hand went for it and he stopped. "Alec, don't do that."

"Let me." He whispered and rubbed it with gentleness, hoping it would raise the wood. He pulled every trick he had learnt but none was actually working. Disappointed Alec released the tortured part and propped himself up by the elbows, delivering his lips to Magnus's.

Those eyes were filled with panic and guilt. Alec reassured him. "I want this – I want you, Magnus. Faster, please." Then he looked up and the ambers were black like the bottom of a lake. Hands flied to the strong biceps, Alec closed his eyes and opened them again; a pair of cat-like eyes stared right back in agony. The robot began to stroke faster and rougher.

"Yes – Ah!" Alec gulped when he was about to come.

Imitated the way Magnus held and stroked his cock, Alec muffled his moans by burying his face into the pillow. Thinking how the magic had worked on his body and how sexually alluring it was to touch Magnus, Alec came without a warning.

He struggled with his breaths as if someone was smothering him, lungs couldn't get enough oxygen and a spasm ran through. Cum-covered hands gripped the sheet beneath and veins evident because of the muscle contractions. He was suffocating and he kicked involuntarily.

"Say my name, Alec!"

A man forced into him and he screamed, hands went to the wrists gripping his neck. He tried to pull them away. The instinct kicked in because of the lack of air; but the hands went right under his collar and got an unshakable hold of his bruised neck.

He scratched his neck hard enough to draw blood of which painted his nails. Letting out small whimpers, Alec bent the fingers dug firmly into his flesh. The man was strong and he was still choking him despite of the effort.

"You will remember me wherever you go, whoever you see and whatever you hear; when you look over your shoulder I will be there watching you." The man giggled and pounded into him ferociously like a beast. The laughter rang inside his dying brain and Alec coughed when the hands were gone.

They went to his chest and twisted his nipples. Alec wiggled due to the great pain that mixed with ecstasy. He wanted to escape from this hell. A calloused hand grabbed his forced erection. "Say my name, Alec. Say it!"

His hairs were tugged.

He sunk his head deeper into the pillow and exposed his bare neck.

"Say it, not master. Not titles. My name." His collar was humming a dangerous tune and white beams were circling the device. In the middle of violent coughing fit, the name broke out from his trembling purple and crimson lips. "S… Se."

Fingers cupped his face, a mouth kissing from chin and up to the lobe. The hip that once made him bleed slowed down and the huge cock was sliding in and out smoothly because of the duration of the activity. "You almost have it. Come on."

Vowels trapped and his tongue out of control, Alec opened his eyes to meet the most horrifying black eyes, even now they were tender. He knew they were nothing but tools for the man to play with in order to achieve his goal. Right now, he wanted Alec to speak his name in love.

He even treated him like a lover for a brief minute.

"Sebastian." He choked. Air refilled his lungs.

"Sebastian." He said, and reality caught up. Sharp knife-like pain shot from his bottom and it craved on his bones. The man with dark aura finally revealed the one true self and flipped Alec over on his four. Without a heads-up, something hot and hard crushed into him again and Alec cried like a child.

His limps were too weak to support himself and he collapsed on the bed. The man behind drilled him like he was an object that could be replaced once damaged.

"You will always be mine." He whispered into his ear and he moaned, spilling the seed inside him. "Even when we are apart. You will always, be my slut."

Alec shivered. Again it slipped through his lips. "Sebastian."

The name was long forgotten after he received a memory wipe. During the two years' time it had not once crossed his mind. And the recollection didn't help either. The Master he was fearfully looking for within his mind, was dark and faceless. There were voices, sometimes clear but mostly blurred. But he never remembered his face or name until today.

A guy with black hairs and dark eyes named Sebastian.

Hands and neck sticky with his cum, Alec blinked and waited for his brain to function. His body was stiff and muscles sore as if he had been running for miles. Sweats rolled down his temples.

A knock on the door jolted his senses. Aline spoke behind the door. "Alec, I am coming in?"

He tried to shout and stopped her from knowing he was a mess, but it was too late when the door was opened by a small gap. His neck emitted a large crack sound as he turned slightly to her. Alec closed his eyes when Aline stopped her breath.

She rushed to his bedside and sat him up. Alec groaned in discomfort and she did it more careful. Yanked all the blankets off, she must have seen his wet pants and reddish neck from the scratching. Alec rested on her shoulder while she examined.

"Who did this?" She asked and Alec answered it with honesty. "Me. I did this to myself." His voice was weak, like someone really did choke him nearly to death.

In silence Aline wiped the sweats off his forehead and fingertips brushed against his neck. The wounds were not deep, merely lines painted in pink which looked like bloody red on his paleness. Like many times before, she took care of it and the skin was flawless again.

"Could you take off your clothes? They need to be washed; you should get to the bathroom and take a quick shower to warm you up." Aline suggested.

He nodded, letting her hold his fine wrists and accompany him to the bathroom down the hallway. Before he stepped out, he caught her sleeve. "Where are they?"

Aline looked at him motherly and walked out with confidence. "They are outside. And if we do this quick they won't notice a thing." They staggered to the bathroom. Alec supported himself on the edge of the sink.

"I am going to change the sheet and put some new clothes by the basket. Take your time." She smiled and closed the door behind her, leaving Alec alone in the extremely tidy room.

Slowly he pulled the clothes off and decided not to waste time taking a long bath. Turned on the shower, water ran through his sweat-covered body and he quivered as he came in contact with the hot drops. Standing under the stream, the sensation of droplets hitting his skin reminded him of that time Master – Sebastian entered him from behind after a rough cleaning session.

Breaths came short; Alec attempted to ignore the sudden panic and started to clean himself. Turned off the shower, his hands and lower part were still sticky. He brushed against the milky semen on his abdomen and they formed webs between his fingers.

Alec was sickened by the sight of his hands and body covered in the fluids. He didn't used to think like that. Ever since he was mature enough to know about sex, masturbation simply equaled to pleasure and contentment.

He never hated sex before, Alec enjoyed it to be exact. With Mark at least, the sex was the best in the world. They were gentle most of the time. Both as amateurs, they took it slow.

It all changed after Sebastian.

How could anyone have the power to change one's conception and muscle memory within just two months? Now every time Alec felt his erection, he could hear the whispers, warning him not to touch himself until permission was given.

There was also the abhorrent fact of Alec would get an erection whenever he was touched as if he was born to feel them sexually and no other ways; but there were. He wanted to touch Isabelle and Jace. He wished he wouldn't be afraid to hug Luke or Simon. Mark was gone because of the silly phobia. Shaking hands with customers was unreachable.

All forms of love and bond required things other than words.

Absent-mindedly Alec ran the soap over his body.

Jace stared into the blankness out of the small window inside his room. It wasn't really his room, also his teammates'. Two rolls of bunk beds filled up the space. He had just returned from the cafeteria and was cleaning his weapon.

The weight of seraph blade was light in his hand. At the beginning of the secret mission his teammates had asked upon the origin of the well-known weapon that Jace Lightwood possessed. He proudly said to them that it was made by his brother, and later today Jace was going to prove its worth.

It was dustless. Jace felt the craft under his tips and with great carefulness he put it back into the box. Groans of pain and snores were common to him now and Jace was lucky that he survived the last training without getting major wounds. There were scratched and bruises but nothing that would lessen his ability on the battlefield. He took out a bowie knife and wiped the cloth on it.

He should be resting, yet the adrenaline already came into force. Lying on his bed, whenever he closed his eyes the route occupied his mind. They had talked about their advances and back-up plans, detailed but not comforting enough.

The sun rose and fell within six hours. Fenris, where the breeding facilities located, was far away from Calum. The ship went through a portal and was lingering around the edge of the galaxy that belonged to the transformed, invisible field preventing them from being discovered.

The sounds of siren woke the crew. Woolsey's voice transmitted through the speaker. "Briefing room in ten."

None was complaining. They quickly dressed in gears, communication devices hung from their ears. They all put on a glasses in the shade of dark yellow for information. Weapons packed in their belts and on their backs. Jace slipped the seraph blade into the holster closed to his thigh and two handguns on each side of his waist. Pockets were stuffed with ammunition and essential devices, but the gear remained lite.

While others bared heavy weapons, Jace only had two small guns and few blades with him. After all, his main objective was not to kill, but to distract the transformed from the core of the facilities. Nimbleness was utmost important for his role.

The briefing was short. Soon they were lining up at the exit, waiting. The announcement was made by the pilot. "Entering."

The ship shook violently as if it was falling apart. Even with the safety belt on, Jace's head knocked on the metal behind him and lost his balance for a short second, knees gave in. The belt was buckled so tight that it was choking him, chest and ribs repressed and he could barely breathe. His teammates too in more or less the same state and they were tossed in the cabin like dirty clothes in the washing machine.

Jace kept down his vomits and the ship again settled down. "Ready for the drop. You have 15 minutes best. Good luck."

The door opened and revealed they were flying above an area packed with small identical buildings constructed with hard metals. The whole place was lightened up even it was daytime. The transformed had bad sight but superb sense of smell and hearing. Night would only enhance their sensitivities and the team decided to attack at day.

Anyway, Jace suspected it would make any difference because the transformed covered every inch of ground under spot lights. Towers with sentries erected in all directions.

There were various types of transformed within, each carried out different duties. Woolsey motioned and they all took off their safety belts, ready to jump.

The blond man landed first. Jace followed right behind and his boots raised dusts on ground.

A warm air soon wrapped around his body. It was the most advanced shield in the military that would make them invisible from all senses. However, it didn't block any bullets or blasts. It also had a relatively short duration of 15 minutes, but long enough for their mission.

The team of eight divided into two groups: distraction, detonation. Four and four. Woolsey was in the same group as Jace, but the four of them ran to different directions. They hoped this could cause a little distraction from the guards and their teammates had an easier entry into the building.

Every second counted.

As planned ahead Jace headed to the east. He sprinted like hell was on his tail and he wasn't worried at all if the transformed would see him. The shield had been tested in previous battles and all he had in mind was run run run.

On his way Jace had to stomp his brake as he turned a corner and nearly bumped into a patrolling squad. Back against a wall, he silently sneaked next to them.

Those transformed were ugly. Jace almost gagged due to the odors. Their eyes were extremely small like peas and they had two pairs of them. Two eyeballs were on each side of the nose, if a huge fist-size hole was considered one. Jaws long and sticking out, revealing their sharp yellowish teeth as they mumbled in their language. The lower parts of their faces looked like a crocodile, long and lean. Bald, the squad was wearing nothing but weapons. There was simply no reason for them to wear an armor when their skins were like orange peels and could take bullets.

Jace wrinkled his nose and finally walked past them, his destination was the watchtower. It was, on the contrary to the hard metals used in building, made of woods. He chose not to take the stairs because at any moment one of the sentries could walk down. Instead he climbed it.

It was an easy task for him. When they were still young they would play hide-and-seek in the garden and Isabelle and he would climb the oak in the center, luring Alec to come get them. He did it without panting.

Over the paling, there were three – people up there. Without sparing a thought, Jace took out a bowie knife and as quick as thunder, sliced one's throat. The scream of death was short and high-pitched, its companion shockingly turned around to see the body collapsed on the floor.

Jace stepped back and watched them carefully; they were human, nothing like those monsters he had met before. They calmly reported using human's common language. "Intruders – " Before they could finish the sentence, a swift strike of arm of Jace and two fountains of bloods were spilling him.

Some of them in his mouth as the bloods were basically all over him now. He kicked those corpses aside and took their weapons.

Three sniper rifles. They shot bullets which could track down the enemy by their biological scent. Everyone carried a unique smell and the rifles were designed for it. Another brilliant product form the Institute.

He leaned into the scope. It was something entire new to Jace; through the scope he saw balls of white smokes instead of their physical forms. He lifted his head up to confirm it was indeed two pig-like transformed standing guard in front of the entrance of one of the four target buildings.

The trigger was pulled and soundlessly bullets were off. The two heads cracked and tilted to the other side because of the impact and they fell face down on the ground.

"Alpha guards down." Jace spoke and Woolsey responded. "Carlie guards down." Then two other teammates added that Bravo, Delta were down too while Jace shot another transformed in the chest.

Then he heard someone was climbing the stairs. He turned and looked down to see it was another team of three humans. It must be the time for the next shift. No matter those bodies would be discovered, thereby Jace opened fire right onto their faces and then jumped off over the paling.

They fell on top of each other on the staircase. Jace landed heavily and groaned when there was a slight pain from his left ankle. He rushed to Target Alpha, ten buildings away from where he was at. Before anyone noticed the dead guards, he snatched their weapons. A launcher and a machine gun.

Put the launcher on his back, Jace took the machine gun as his primary weapon.

"Enter Alpha. Now." A guy said, the one who was to set the bomb in his correspondent building.

Jace charged. The gun weighted tons and he shot whoever was on his way. Inside mostly was low ranking harmless transformed with small heads and lean long limps, perfect for their daily repeated boring job.

Adrenaline was boosting his ability and the invisibility helped a lots. The guards were dead before they could identify his location. The long hallway was bloody within seconds. Jace went up to the next floor and continued the massacre.

The intercom was filled with orders and commands. Woolsey reported the transformed had entered high alert and were deploying more into the area. At the same time, as his teammates said all the bombs were planted, fifteen minutes were almost done.

At the top floor, Jace turned visible again when there was another influx of guards. "Watch me!"

He shouted and pulled the trigger. Blasts coming out in a speed that human's eyes couldn't catch and those guards were exploded into piles of green fleshes and bloods. They stuck to the all and coated another layer of bloods.

Those weapons were burning his hands and arms. They repelled anyone other than transformed and Jace threw the machine gun away when one of his forearms was literally boiling as if he had put it in a pot of lava. Smokes vaporing into the air even he had dumped the gun on the floor.

Woolsey commanded. "Get out now and you still have a chance! The ship will send you a coordinate."

The screen of his glasses flashed a series of code. Music of footsteps were getting louder; Jace switched to the launcher ignoring the sharp pain and aimed at the wall at the end of the hallway. With a firm position and a click, a massive blast launched and Jace was thrown on his back. On the wall the metal was melting a giant hole. He dropped the launcher and got up, ran regardless of the increasing pain.

He must get out from this. There were shouts behind him and Jace focused on his steps, leaped forwards as he heard the sounds of triggers.

"Fuck!" He whined; he had landed the dusty dirt ground with his left shoulder first. The bones must have broken – he could not feel his left arm nor control it. Scrabbled, a mesh pushed him down on the ground again.

Jace struggled to his feet but the net was too heavy. Right hand flied to the seraph blade he pulled it out and mumbled. "Sanvi."

It glowed and hummed in his burnt palm. Swayed it across the net, it cut a clean line of the special mesh. However, his effort had gone wasted when there was a gun pointed right at his forehead.

Jace stopped and glared at the human. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and was looking down at him. The black irises were bored. Holding the gun steadily, his spare hand was picking the dirt in his nails. Some transformed were yelling behind him, spiting at Jace. He stared back into the darkness without fear.

The black-haired man said something in the transformed language and those nasty creatures were muted. The two of them approached and Jace held up his seraph blade which was shaking in defense. The man turned off the safety.

Jace didn't back down. If he was going to die, he would die with dignity. He would not ask for mercy. Surrender didn't suit him.

The man finally spoke. "I am not killing you." He elbowed Jace's jaw with his gun, cracked his bone. Bloods were dropping from his mouth and the split lips didn't make it any better. This only tightened his grasp on the seraph blade.

"I can see why people talk so highly of you."

Jace would like to throw a smart comeback but his jaw wouldn't move on his will. So he laughed instead. The man crooked a brow in amusement. "Lightwoods always surprise me."

Before Jace could raise any question, a blow hit his temple and he was out.

A/N:

How do you guys feel about this chapter? I understand if Jace's POV bores you:p

Next chapter there will be a confession, act of crime and many conversations.

Hope you all enjoy this long chapter and wish you a good day!