TMI Fanfic: The Hidden Morgenstern

Chapter 2: Captured?!

Raizelle's PoV

     I woke up in a small bright room. Clary was in a bed beside me. She let out a small moan to tell me she woke up. Remembering the rooftop incident, I experimentally rolled my shoulder. I mentally cried out in pain. Clary contacted me.

Rai? What's wrong?

Don't move your shoulder. Trust me. They are making us heal like mundanes.

Ew, gross. Do they even want us to answer any questions.

I know right?! It's so rude. Just then my enhanced hearing picked up some footsteps. Someone is coming. Pretend to be asleep.

Got it. We both got into sleeping positions and when the person walked in, it turned out I knew him. Jace.

"So... I know you two are awake." Shit! How does he...? "Are you gonna speak or what's up? Are you two proud of yourselves? You killed Mark. What did he ever do to you? You will be tested under the Mortal Sword later." As he turns to leave the room, I cracked open an eye and said a single word.

"Yes," I say. He looks at me questioningly. "Yes, I'm proud of killing Mark. Let me teach you a lesson here Goldilocks. I learned this when I was very young. My father gave me a hamster. He told me that if I could train it to become a distraction for me when I'm fighting demons, then I could keep it. I trained it to love me. I thought that obedience and love were the same thing. When I brought it to my dad, he took it and snapped it's neck. I cried for hours and never cried again after that day. Six years have passed and I haven't cried. For I learned a valuable lesson that day. To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed. Mark was loved. Mark was destroyed. Goodbye."

     Jace leaves the room with a horrified expression on his face. I heard Jace telling everyone that we were awake in the distance. Silently, I clutch my locket. Or at least the place where my locket should have been. I gasp audibly. I can barely hear Clary telling me to calm down, but I heard her gasp as she found out she was missing the same thing. Both of our eyes are the color of very dark liquid gold when Jace's pals walk in. They gasp when they see our eyes.

"Where are our lockets," I said in a demonic voice. This always happened when I got too worked up. The angel and demon blood blood in me fight for dominance while I go full devil. Usually it's easier and it doesn't hurt much when it's over, but I don't have my special medicine with me. Panicking, I repeated the question. "Where. Are. Our. Lockets?"

"They are being held as evidence," Jace says.

Ok, that was the final straw. A locket with a picture of my mother in it. The only thing I owned from my mother. Was being held for evidence. I was so done at that moment. I sat up in the bed, swung my legs over the side, and stood up. "Why?" Clary was doing the same thing as me. Nobody noticed my hand inching towards the dagger in my boot until it was too late. My knife was at Alec's throat. Clary had her knife at Jace's throat. Isabelle was looking around in a frenzy. She unfurled her whip from it's cuff on her wrist. I angled myself so that if she whipped at me, she'd be whipping Alec. She hesitated and turned to Clary, who had done the same thing. Clary contacted me.

What do we do now?

I think we wait for them to give in and get us our lockets.

OMG!!!! THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE! MY HAIR IS SLOWLY TURNING GOLD!

OMG, MY HAIR IS TURNING BLOOD RED! WHAT DO WE DO?!?! WE DON'T ACTUALLY WANT TO HURT THEM, WE JUST WANT OUR LOCKETS BACK!!!!!!!!

Ummm, do you hear a voice telling you to take over the world?

Yeah, it's pretty freaky.

Okay, okay. Let's just act like none of this happened. Let's erase their memories and forget about this.

Okay, deal.

Sorry for the short chapter guys! I was just too excited for the next one. -Bunny💜💜

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