Mortal Instruments: The Silver and Gold Twins

Chapter 2

Ten minutes and lots of tying later, I emerged from my room in my hunting gear. My hair fell in soft waves down my back and bounced slightly when I walked. I headed straight to the weapons room hoping to find Jace and Alec.

As I walked down the seemingly ancient hallway voices emerged from the room I was heading towards.

"All I'm saying is you have far better accuracy with a shorter blade. The long ones are just tedious and annoying." A voice seemed to bounce out of the room, the tone light and carefree. Jace.

"True but a real fighter is equally good with both. Letting the short blade do the work for close situations and the long blade for duels and show." Another voice came. This one seemed to be more weighted and even. Not playful like the other. Alec.

I rolled my eyes and approached the room. "Yah but with my bow I can shoot you imbeciles from a distance not bothering to come close and risk catching your stupid." I joked smirking in the way only I can.

My arrival was met with shaken heads and chuckles from Max and Hodge.

"Well played young grass hopper." Jace smiled his teasing smile knowing it bothered me. "Well suit up. I left your blade on the table over there and your bow and sheath were last seen... hmmm where was that again? Oh right. Up your ass" he said smirking clearly pleased with himself.

"Ohh good one. That was so funny I almost fell off my dinosaur." I retorted shaking my head and heading to grab my weapons belt and blades. I slid the familiar weight around my hips and fastened in. My knife slid easily into its spot. As I completed my belt with my stele, I felt whole again.

Jace appeared behind me and stuck his hand out. I reached into my belt drawing out my stele and handing it to him. His hand closed around it and he brushed aside my hair. As he touched the tip to the top of my collarbone the familiar burn of the rune began and I felt alive. I closed my eyes and relaxed letting him move the tip across my skin in the swirling lines. As he finished one, he would just start another, letting it flow. One for agility, one for soundlessness, one for inner peace, one for balance, and the list went on and on. The sensation carried from my neck to my arms and to my lower back. Jace expertly traced the dark lines over my skin like he had done it thousands of times. Well in truth, he had. As he pulled the stele away, I rolled my shoulders and took it from him.

He turned around and slid off his black t-shirt exposing his bare back and chest. Then it was my turn to draw. The motion was second nature as were the runes that flowed out. Connected in a pattern of lines and swirls. The weight of the stele in my hand was comfortable and normal.

After I finished marking Jace, Clary ran in to the weapons room slightly out if breath. Her red hair slightly a mess and her hunting belt slung haphazardly on. She stopped inside the door and looked around the room.

"Sorry I fell asleep" she said slightly out of breath.

The rest of us chuckled an shook our heads. Jace walked up fixing her belt and giving her a small hug before sliding his hand through hers. And after a weapons check, we were ready to head out for the night. We all drew a quick glamour rune to hide us as we made our way down the institute steps and in to the dark streets.