Phase One (Book One: Experiment Series TMI)✔

.CHAPTER EIGHT.

A lot of things were going through my mind when I reached the necropolis and sat under the very same tree I had been under when I came to the Makepeace's funeral ceremony.

I think this spot is gonna be a my 'thinking spot' from now on.

Anyways, moving on.
Things running in my head:
1.) why does the Hodge's theory of lake lyn being the third mortal instrument seem so very familiar to me?

2.) Why did a rune that had been branded onto me with cold iron, which had been dormant for almost a year now, suddenly start to burn like it used to?

3.) why am I getting this wierd feeling that Clary is related to Sebastian some how?

And 4.) right now, why do I feel like I'm being watched?

The last one was very true.

I could feel someone's eyes stare into my back. You know that creepy feeling when you just know someone is watching you but you don't know who and you try to shake the feeling off but it just won't shake off?

That's how I feel right now.

Night had fallen over Alicante, like a blanket of darkness, shimmering with stars. I could see the shapes of different constellations among them, but couldn't put a name to them. If there is one thing Valentine didn't teach me, it was about the  celestial bodies in the universe far beyond. He thought it was a waste of time for me, that I should be more focused on improving my abilities and training.

I admit, Valentine wasn't always cruel. There were times when he would take me up to the manor's library, and teach me to read Geman, Romanian and Greek, his voice gentle when he corrected my mistakes.

Just like any real father would.

I remember the first time he taught me to hold Charí, how he congratulated me when I hit a bullseye for the first time in my archery lessens, when he made ride his horse, how he gripped my hands and lulled me back to sleep when I had nightmares.

But I also remember when he stamped the rune on me, whipped me when I disobeyed him, beat me to a pulp when I later tried to escape and find my actual family, and revealed the fact that my family gave me to him.
So that he could use me as a test subject.
And turn me into this-this...
Thing.

And that is why I hate him.
He maybe the father I never had at very few time. But he's also the cruel, stone hearted villain who turned me into this nameless creature.

He turned me into this moster.

And he'll rot in hell for it.

As for my other questions, I had no specific answers to them. They were all just gut-feelings. But all some way or the other related to Valentine. That much I was sure of.

"Thinking too hard, are we?"
A voice from beside me said.

I abruptly turned to see a boy, I could tell he was taller than me even though he was sitting, his pale blonde hair, kinda like Valentine's, glimmering in the moonlight.
Shadowhunter. How so? Runes crept up his arms and neck, uncovered by his black cotton t-shirt, like ink black swirly veins.