Nyx Fray, older sister of Clary Fray, stubborn, quiet, a soldier who takes her job very seriously. She rarely smiles and is very protective over her little sister. When both girls get thrown into the shadowworld, anger steams out, tears fall and smi...
Nyx sat next to Simon Lewis, her little sister, Clary's best friend, impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for her sister to make her presence so she could leave for her job. Nyx works in an elite team at a government organization. They basically go in to the more dangerous ops and take out any people necessary before getting whatever the government needed. She killed a lot of people yes, but they weren't good guys though, they were very, very bad guys. Nyx still felt bad about taking their lives either way.
" Can you please stop the tapping, it's driving me nuts, " Simon snapped, looking at the older red head, annoyed. Rolling her eyes, Nyx only tapped faster and louder, almost smiling at the frustrated huff that came out of the nerd. Yeah, Simon and her's relationship isn't as close as Clary's, she hate him, he hates her, vise versa.
The door to the coffee shop opened and Nyx's little sister entered, her red hair shining in the sunlight and her shoulder slumped. Her face held a frown as she approached us, a sad look on her face as she tried to look upset but Nyx knew she was acting, but Simon here, fell for it.
" Give me the professor's name and I will end them, " deadpanned Simon, looked confident, or as confident a nerd like him can get. " You know, with a scathing email to the dean. "
Rolling her eyes again at his idiocy, Nyx smirked as she crossed my legs, leaning back casually as she said, " Or, I would sneak into their houses and slit their throats, " then ignoring their horrified looks as she completed, " But, I wouldn't have to do it, cut the act little sis and congratulations. "
" Don't bother, " Clary said after letting out a nervous laugh. She slid the envelope onto the table, it read ' Congratulations ' in bold letters. Simon grins over to the younger red head as he stood up to hug her, feeling proud but also knew that she would get in, she's an amazing artist after all.
" What, " he dragged on, still grinning, " sad face. Really? Well played, well played. " Clary laughed and hugged her best friend then hugged her sister, pulling back after a minute to see a small gift wrapped box pushed towards the younger red head. She furrowed her eyebrows before carefully removing the wrapper and opening the box, gasping as she took in the beautiful necklace she's been wanting for a long time.
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" Happy birthday Clary, " Nyx smiled genuinely for once, feeling a little happy that her sister liked her gift. Clary seemed to be happier now, seeing her big sister smile, she rarely did smile a real smile nowadays, she never knew why either.
" Thank you Nyxie, I really appreciate it! " Clary squealed, hugging her big sister once again. Nyx then pulled out of the warm hug, smiling sadly at her little sister as she had to leave now or she'll be late for the new mission she had to complete with her team.
" I'm sorry Clary but I have to go, I don't want to be late for work. I'll see you at Pandemonium okay? " Clary nodded, disappointed a little before smiling and nodding again for her to go.
" Okay, I'll see you there, " and with that, the older red head gathered her things and left the cafe, wanting to get the mission over with.
You see, the problem is that no one except the government organization and the rest of the elite team knew of her ' work ' as she puts it, not even her mom, Clary or Luke, her step dad know. Nyx doesn't want her family to hate her because of what she does, that they'll hate her because she kills people as a job and gets paid for it. They only knew what she told them, that she works in the government as weapons manufacturer, seeing as they saw Nyx multiple times handling guns and hammering out daggers and knives. While that is only half the truth, she does manufacture weapons, they think that she only makes them, they don't know that she actually uses them to kill.
Finally at the Fray loft, Nyx makes her way to the door, unlocks it then getting in, yelling a quick greeting to her mom and Dot, her mom's friend that is another sister figure to Clary that works at the antique shop under the loft then makes her way to her room, closing and locking the door before changing into her signature black, skin tight leather suit that had electric blue outlining at the shoulders and the sides of her thighs and zipping it up, lacing up her black combat boots and strapping on her electric gloves.
Nyx ties her shoulder length, fiery red hair into a ponytail before pressing the floors for a weaker floorboard for the secret place that hides all her weapons. Finally, she finds it, sliding the wooden board away before grabbing her two guns, putting them at her thigh holster before grabbing extra magazines and strapping a set of throwing knives at her waist and grabbing her favorite weapon, her twin electric batons and strapping to her back.
Pressing a small button at the back of her gloves, she clenches her hand as an electric light appeared and a small spark connected the two small circles at her knuckles, charging the gloves with electricity so that it could shock anyone she punches.
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Nodding to herself, she yelled out to her mom after cracking the door open, " bye mom! " knowing that Dot went to get lunch a few minutes ago- Nyx had snuck out a lot of times to know when Dot wasn't manning the shop. She then made it seem as if she's walking out the door before silently closing her door and turning to her window, silently opening it before climbing out the window, watching her moves as well as the streets for any people before balancing herself on a branch, closing the window and jumping to the ground, landing with in a crouch.
Nyx then set out on her motorcycle, riding down the streets to meet up with her fellow team mates to complete the mission. She wondered what it would be this time.
