➰Cecily (TMI FANFIC)➰

Madame Pricker

Flinging myself down the last flight of stairs I saw that several of the trainees were in the dark leather gear I had seen before. The rest were in an assortment of leather gear and pajamas, but all held lethal glowing blades. Weapon less, I could see everyone talking and looking around frantically. Who the hell screamed?

I pushed through a group of Shadowhunters to see my father and Isabelle talking quietly with Zane standing next to them obviously eavesdropping. I strolled up to them and asked,"What the hell is going on?"

Isabelle shrugged,"We don't know! Some one obviously screamed but...."

  You know exactly who it is, Cecily. Come on think about it.

  "Wait where's Madame Pricker?" I looked around the crowds quickly, but there was no sign of her.

  "She was in her room, but Cecily....."Isabelle began but I cut her short.

  she's not in there Cecily. She is leaving but not through the doors. Where's the only other place she can leave?
  I whirled on my heels to mutter, "The library." That's exactly where I ran too with Isabelle calling after me, but footsteps right on my heels. Without even thinking about where I was going, I ran through the corridors and only slammed on the brakes when I reached the grand oak doors.

 "Cecily." My father came to stand next to me his glowing blade in hand. "What does Madame Pricker have to do with any of this?"

 I looked at the doors and felt my chest rising and falling quickly as my heart slammed painfully against my rib cage, "Yesterday, I found the library and I found the portal, but when I touched the red gem thing in the middle, I saw a man with completely black eyes.....and when I was pissing Madame Pricker off at dinner she had the same black eyes. She's always had those eyes, but I know something's not right with her, she never leaves the school. She is behind something I can feel it and I think that the man I saw yesterday is involved too."

 "This man, did he have blond hair?"

 "Yeah...why?"

 Before any words could flow from my father's mouth a clatter sounded in the library making both of us turn to face the doors. My father takes something from his belt, and hands it to me. A long menacing blade, but it doesn't glow like the one he has.

 Armed and dangerous, we both push the doors open and that's when the real battle begins. Madame Pricker stands on the small table in the center with her back faced to us. Her shoulder's hunched over so she looked like she was in a crouch.  

 Stifling a scream, Madame Pricker chuckled, "Cecily, at last."

 She whipped around to look at us, and frankly I wish she hadn't. My dinner threatened to make a reappearance as she looked nothing like the women who had disciplined me all those years. She looked like something from the fires of hell it self. Her skin was a sickly green color where it clung to her rips there was bolts holding her skin together. At her neck were stitches making her look like she'd been beheaded and sewn back together. Her back vertebrae stuck out to form a hunch where spikes were implanted. The worse part had to be her face. No longer resembling any human characteristics, the sickly skin was pulled tightly over the enlarged skull where spikes protruded. Her jaw had grown to look something like a bird beak however, it was lined with lard sharp teeth. Around her mouth looked to be a muzzle so being able to speak must of proven to be a task. As she stood, she made her hands that were no longer hands, but more of metal crab pinchers snap together making my ear drums rattle.

 Her eyes were the same cold dead black voids that resembled the man's I had seen when I had touch the portal. "Cecily......and her dear father." Madame Pricker hopped off the table, "He would be most please for me to deliver both of you to him. Yes, he would be most pleased."