Chasing Death (TMI FanFiction) // UNEDITED

Chapter Four

Beth spun around on the ball of her foot and was face to face with her uncle. He had his hands resting on his hips and was looking around the room with a rather stern expression on his face. "Well?" He asked.

"Are you saying you would've given the Rouge permission to kill me, had they asked you first?" Beth asked, raising her eyebrow to question him even more. Her uncle's eyes darted to the ground and then began to zigzag around the room, looking at everyone but her.

"I never said that, and don't raise your eyebrows at me, young lady, it's really intimidating." Her uncle folded his arms across his chest in a mock sulk and began to scuff his shoe backwards and forwards along the stone flooring. Beth shook her head at his childish behavior and began to mock him, much like he used to when she was younger.

Charlie Carlisle was the biggest kid going. He had always told  Beth to grow up because she was a Shadowhunter, and that meant that she couldn't act like a child, nor could she be afraid of anything. However, it was all right for him to act like a five-year-old as he was an 'adult'. His sanity was questioned at every parents evening he went to and even Beth found it extremely embarrassing. 

"Nice to see you again, Charlie," Luke said, holding out his hand. Charlie seized it and shook it rather violently as if he were expressing his newfound masculinity. 

"You too, Luke. Now, would someone like to explain to me why my niece was attacked by a Rouge?" 

"We don't know why, neither does she. Then again, we don't even know what happened at the house, let alone why the Rouge was after her in the first place," Clary said. 

"I'll be happy to explain it to you if I can have a shower and get changed. If what I heard was right, then I've been out for two days so I really need to be cleansed. Otherwise, there will be flies," Beth butted in. She glanced down at the clothes someone had changed her into and then ran her hands through her now undone ponytail. The strands clung together and fell into a heap at the nape of her neck. 

"She's not kidding," Charlie muttered, "I picked some stuff up for you from the house. Here." He handed her a bag and Jace pointed her in the direction of the bathroom. Beth saluted him and spun on her heel before heading into the direction Jace had shown her.

The bathroom looked a lot like the Infirmary. It had high ceilings and was constructed mainly of marble and wood. The shower was more modern and had several different temperatures which was just what Beth wanted. She had always been picky about the temperature of the water she was showering in. If it was too hot then it would almost scald her if it were too cold then she would say she was in the arctic, there was really no pleasing a teenage girl, no matter how easy it may seem. 

Beth grabbed her shampoo, conditioner, and, her body wash before peeling off the clothes that had become stuck to her over time. She breathed a sigh of relief when she was engulfed in the steam and the water. She washed her hair with the shampoo and was grateful when the smell of strawberries wafted up her nose, replacing the smell of marble and sweat. 

When she was finished, she grabbed a towel from the bag and dried herself before slipping into a pair of black skinny jeans and a black T-shirt with a leather jacket over the top. She towel dried her hair and threw it into a haphazard ponytail whilst it finished drying completely. She stuffed the damp towel back into the bag, along with her toiletries and her comb. Beth slung the bag onto her shoulder, unlocked the bathroom door and left. 

When she entered the Infirmary, everyone was more or less in the same spot, Charlie, however, was laying on the bed that had been hers only moments ago. He noticed Beth walk into the room and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed he gestured for her to sit in the space next to him. She complied and sat down next to her uncle. "Now, what exactly happened at the house two days ago?" He asked, looking at Beth.