Clockwork Angel

Clockwork Angel 04

Okay, so I decided to keep writing!

Tons of ideas were pouring in,

and I'm so happy!

Anyways, bare with me people

I haven't written in awhile so if it's not the best thing you've read

Sorry! But I hope you enjoy!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Was it a long walk from the ball to Magnus Bane's house? Definitely. The sky had darkened from the time that Will had been on the mezzanine. He was breathing quickly now, pushing his legs to run at incredible speed. He didn't care that he'd step in several puddles, nor that someone might see him. Sweat glistened on his forehead; he'd remembered his father -when he was still alive- visited Magnus on more than one occasion, making deals with him or what not. If Will still remembered correctly, Magnus lived three streets down from Lord Lashkima's mansion.

He had turned onto Magnus's street, breathing heavily and came to a halt. The street was empty, and dark, Will took out his witchlight stone, letting it illuminate the street. His feet made little noise against the cobble stoned ground as he ran down the street. The speed felt good, he needed speed, but he still felt as though he were taking too long. He was lost in his scattered thoughts, pulled out of them only when he heard a disgruntle cry.

He whirled around to see a girl sitting on the ground, glaring at him.

"What did you do that for?" the girl slurred her words.

She stood up on wobbly legs and slapped him on the arm. Will raised his eyebrows at her, she was one of the first girl he's seen act so un-lady like - not even killing demon shadowhunters acted like that. He mumbled an apology, but apparently the girl wasn't through with him. Her eyes were glazed over in a drunken haze, but that did little to diminish the burning anger in her icy blue eyes.

"Listen here shadowhunter" she got up and jabbed at his shoulder with a slender bronze finger and continued "You can't just push people around like that! Not unless you plan on getting into a fight!" She grunted and added "That wasn't much of an apology either!" Will was still wrapping his head around this girl calling him a shadowhunter.

All he could say was "You know I'm a shadowhunter?"

Now the girl looked confused "Well, duh, do you think I'm stupid shadowhunter? I can see your witchlight stone and the scars"

Will glanced down at his hand; a thin white line was on his palm, the first of many scars. Reminders of battles fought, many older shadowhunters were scarred almost everywhere. Will looked back at the girl, assessing her icy blue eyes, black curly hair and slender figure.

"Downworlder?" he asked, an idea forming in his mind. "Well duh, geez you're an idiotic shadowhunter aren't you?"

Will sighed with irritation and asked "Do you know a Magnus Bane?" She smiled and took a wobbly step past Will, obviously drunk. Definitely not a lady like comportment, to get drunk, Will had seen many men at bars get drunk, but a women? It was interesting.

The girl, turned on him "Of course I know Magnus! Just came back from his lavish party! He throws some of the best parties I tell you, he knows how to entertain..." she trailed off and frowned "Oh, don't tell me he's in trouble with the Clave?" The Clave were shadowhunters that made the rules, back in Idris -their homeland, with the Consul and the Inquisitor, if there was a problem you dealt with the Clave. Will shook his head and the girl sighed in relief. "It'd be a shame if he couldn't throw any more of his lavish parties!"