Matthew Daddario imagines

Wanted

Standing there on the roof after catching my breath I look down at the Shadowhunters that had been running after me I can't help but let out a laugh causing the four of them to look up to me all of them breathing heavily after the chase. With the heightened sight can tell that there are two girls and two boys down there on the street. Looking up at me with anger clear on their faces from me getting away from them.

"The Clave has been trying to get me for years what makes you think you can!" I yell down at them before turning and walking across the roof away from them; not giving them the time to answer or to get up here on the roof with me.

"You can't run forever!" I hear yelled from the street from one of the girls. Making me smile once again but it is anything but a happy smile; it was more of a grimace. Running is what I excel at now; but I don't want to run forever. This is not what I expected from life, and not where I wanted to be but I will make the most of it.

"Watch me." I mumble to myself before breaking into another run across the remaining rooftop. I Jump from rooftop to rooftop making my way across the city much faster than I would if I was on the ground; but also loving being up here on the rooftops. Loving the wind in my face and the feeling of being free if only for a moment. Getting back to the apartment that I have been staying at since I got to the city, taking a deep breath I open the window out on the fire escape and climb into my apartment. Throwing my jacket across the one chair I walk over to the couch and drop down onto it; before toeing off my shoes. Letting out a deep breath I grab the blanket off of the back of the couch, pulling it across my lap I allow myself to get a couple hours of sleep. Knowing that for now I'm still free. Even If I do have work in the morning.

I wake up to the sun in my face telling me that I got more than six hours of sleep which is not something that I normally get. Pulling my shoes back on I grab some money and walk out to the street; keeping my head down to help me go unnoticed. Being invisible keeps me safe from the life that wants mine in anger.

I walk to a little bakery that is down the street; I order a bagel with cream cheese and some coffee before walking to a table that is at the back leaving me with a perfect view of the door. Allowing me to watch the door and have no one at my back to surprise me.

I watch people come and go from the bakery as they go about their lives without any of the knowledge about what is really going on around them. They don't know about angels and demons and I envy them for that. Finishing off my coffee I stand up from my table and make my way out. I walk around the city before making my way to Central Park before heading to work.

When I first got to the city I had no plan to stay any length of time knowing that there was a big groups of Shadowhunters that resided in the city. But I fell in love with the city the moment I saw it; having never been to the States before I could not imagine going anywhere else. I felt comfortable here almost like I was home here. I quickly found a place to say using the last of the money that I had on me. The place was nothing great in all honesty. But it quickly became home; became all that I needed. Even if I was all alone here in this city.

Work was harder to find in the city but not impossible. I found work in a little shop on a street that the tourists do go to. It was perfect in every way, I made enough money to survive and not a lot of people came into the shop and that was just the way I liked it. Working with books was the best, and old books were even better. The woman that I worked for was kind. She took care of me when I need it. I love her like family.

Standing there behind the counter I watch people walk in front of the shop window. Deciding that it is going to be a slow day I rearrange the shelves and clean the dust from the books. I clean with a smile on my face when the door rings telling me that someone has walked into the shop.