➰Cecily (TMI FANFIC)➰

New York

I was going to kill them. As soon as I was awake and able to trash the evidence of a body.

"I think you killed her."

My eyes fluttered at the new voice. Opening my lead like eye lids to slits was a difficult more task then I had hoped. But, I could at least see that I was surrounded by blurry figures.

"I didn't kill her.....she is obvious breathing."

Another voice this one feminine,"And she's obviously awake."

The room became silent as I started to blink away the blurriness. I picked my head up and felt my arms tied down and feet to the straight back chair. Struggling I hissed,"Where the hell am I?"

I looked up quickly to see at least ten teens clothed in all black leather. All looked incredibly strong and put together, that I probably should've been scared. But, of course being me.....I was not.

I struggled with one arm and saw they were all looking at me. Zane among the pack, stood in front of me and said,"Your in the Institute." He smirked and I felt the rage bubble.

I realized I wasn't in my institute but I had seen pictures of this. The infirmary in the.....

I snapped,"New York! Are you a fucking an idiot!!!! No!" I leaned back in the chair,"You are more then an idiot you're an asshole!"

He crossed his arms,"And yet I got you to New York."

I could feel everyone eyes on me,"And if your such a fucking genius, tell me how your going to keep me here? You can't keep me tied to this chair forever."

He looked slightly irritated as he said,"We can keep you here."

I realized he was talking about all the people around him. Not ever showing fear, that was a tip from our training sessions.

I took it to heart as I shrugged,"I will not just stay here, I'm not scared of you or any of your goth friends."

A boy spoke up who sat on a cot. He was quiet handsome with his light brown hair that hung slightly in his green eyes. "Did she just call us goth?"

The girl who had spoken before snapped,"Well we all are dressed in our gear."

"Still, no reason to consider us those weird freaks who hang out in the cemetery."

The girl rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to argue back but I interrupted,"Why the hell am I here?"

The room fell silent. I took this time to observe the many people. Three girls seven guys. All seemed to be 16 17 18 or even 19. I could take advantage of the girls easily but the boys......

A shudder ran through out the room and a voice boomed,"Let her go."

The room parted to show a man in his early forties. He looked young and was dressed just as the guys were in the herd. All black.

Zane moved so he blocked my view of the man. Something was wrong. This man I knew him but I didn't. I felt a hatred like no other just hearing and being in the same room as him.

"I have orders to not release her until the Clave....."

I heard footsteps move into the room as well and heard Isabelle hissed,"Jace, this is not the time to see her."

"After sixteen years I want to see her."

There was silence again. The group of goth teens looked almost shocked and very nervous. But why?

Isabelle sigh loudly and ordered,"Zane, move aside."

"But...."

"Zane, now."