Bloodshed || Shadowhunters

Bare

"Okay, you have to explain everything to me," Clary declared once entering Nyx's room, a determined look crossing her slightly flushed features. She wanted to know what her older sister was hiding, and she was not leaving until she got what she wanted.

"To me too," said Isabelle who entered right after Clary did. Nyx looked up from the gun she was taking apart and sighed, nodding and gesturing for them to close the door and sit wherever. After the door was securely shut and the two younger girls situated across from her on her bed, Nyx opened her mouth to speak.

"What do you want to know?"

"Where did you get your weapons from? Where did you learn how to fight? When did you know about the Shadow World? How did you get the Cup so easily from the police? Who were-" Clary kept firing questions left and right, not stopping until she got all her questions asked.

"Alright, Clary, slow down. I told you I'll explain everything, and I will, so one question at a time," Nyx chastised, lips curling in amusement. "Okay, I took defense and martial arts classes, that's how I learned how to fight. Mom told me on the night of your birthday about the Shadow World, that was why I was late to meet you at Pandemonium."

"Where did you get your mundane weapons?" Isabelle asked, leaning forward in interest.

 "I told you at the police station that I worked for the government, and the area I specialize in uses weaponry, so..." Isabelle nodded at my answer, satisfied.

"Why didn't you tell me you worked for the government?" Clary cut in, frustrated.

"You didn't need to know every secret I kept back then, and besides, I couldn't- it was confidential, and it still is, so don't go telling Simon and whatnot," Nyx told her. She put the gun together once again and put it away, choosing to lean back on the bed, picking at the leather material of her pants.

"Which part do you specialize in?" Isabelle asked curiously. Ckary looked to her and then back at  her sister, nodding in agreement.

Nyx hesitated and then answered, knowing that if she didn't, her sister wouldn't stop bugging her about it. "Black ops."

"So what? You go on missions and stuff?" Clary asked in wonder, thinking how cool and awesome that would be, not to mention extremely dangerous and frightening.

"Yes, at first. I was promoted after a couple of years, moved up to a higher position and put into an Elite task force with five other people," Nyx explained, her heart pounding as she silently begged her sister to not ask what she did on the task force.

"Where they the people in your memory?" Nyx nodded. "What do you do in the task force?"

There it is. Sighing, Nyx looked down as she answered reluctantly. "I go on special missions and take care of things, take out...bad people."

Her sister and Isabelle didn't speak a bit, absorbing what the older redhead had just said.

"Did you kill people?" Clary asked. Nyx only nodded, not meeting her sister's eyes. "How many?"

"I lost count," the older red head shrugged, finally looking up to see shocked faces mixed with uttermost disbelief. Isabelle was better at covering her emotions, but Clary's was as clear as day. She had the look on her face that practically spoke of betrayal and disgust. This was the reason as to why Nyx had never told her sister and family about her work, this exact same look that was being presented to her, the look that told her that she was well on her way to lose the trust of her only reliable family member at the moment. 

"How can you say that in such a casual way? Those people were human beings- not demons- that you killed!" Clary exclaimed, tears rushing into her eyes and dripping down her cheeks, the skin stretching cross her cheekbones were darkening into an angry red shade.