This is like the prologue of a Mortal Instruments fan fiction I've been working on, Hope you like it!
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Traffic was in full swing as her light, hurried steps made their way through the streets of New York. Horns blared as she crossed the street quickly before the traffic light turned red, making the owners of the waiting vehicles curse loudly at her. She held her right hand to her slightly rounded stomach and blatantly glared at them. She was a fierce mother bear protecting her young.
The smell of burning gases filled the air along with the sounds of tires screeching and horns blowing. As she was walking she came to pass a young couple arguing. '-I just can't believe you Tom, why did you steal my cookie? It was the last one!'
They were about her age. The girl throwing a tantrum and refusing to talk to the boy who chuckled lightly as he tried to hold her to his side, apologising profusely. The girl gave in to him and grumbled, a smile slowly overcame her features, making the boy give her a quick peck.
Even as they completely passed her, she couldn't help but feel the sadness that had seeped into her as she looked behind, remembering having something like that.
Shaking away her thoughts, she looked forward to see that she had reached her destination. To mundanes it might have looked like a run-down church, closed off to the public, but to her the New York Institute looked like a small castle as the glamour faded away.
As she looked back at the road behind she could notice flashes of magic filling the air. Glimpses of fangs. Flickers of fire.
What looked like a rundown cathedral was where her fate lied.
She glanced at the doors which seemed near now as she was on the steps. This was the only way now. The only way that she could ever breathe again.
Even if she could have gone in anyway, she took hold of the brass knocker and let it go, letting it clang against the dark wood of the door.
"Jace, let me get the door! I'm sure it will be fine; it's probably Luke or something." She heard a voice shout on the other side of the door.
She didn't wait long before the doors were inexplicably opened.
A girl with red hair and green eyes; green eyes that she knew, stood in front of me. This must be his sister. A boy who was a foot taller than her stood behind her, his golden eyes narrowed with suspicion and instantly going to her bulging stomach. He strangely reminded her of a lion.
She didn't hesitate when she pushed the right sleeve of her sweater: a present he had given to her, back, bearing her mark.
Their expressions, especially his sister's changed to one of pity. She was quick to open her mouth, "If you want to stay-"
She brought her hand up, signalling the small redhead to stop talking as she looked right at her and into her eyes, eyes that she knew and cherished.
"I'm carrying your brother's child."
