Iridescent : A Mortal Instruments and 1D Crossover

Chapter 22

Sorry guys, i know its been long, but I'm literally working 24/7. I have had no time. So without further ado, here's chapter 25.

Chapter 25

Clary Pov

Harry's black eyes stared back at me. I could almost make out a ring of blood red in the middle of the iris. His eyes complimented his demonic, chilling smirk he sent my way. "Hello, Clarissa..." His voice was nothing like the Harry I know. It was deeper and darker. The demon lunged towards me, and I was just fast enough to tuck 'n roll out of the way. For the first time in two years, I didnt know if I could handle this demon. And that is exactly what Agramon wants.

No. I'm not gonna let some mind games get the best of me.

"Fuck you." I sprinted towards the curly headed freak and aimed for its chest. We clashed in an epic cluster of harsh slices and slashes. Surprisingly, I managed to get out of the first sprawl without a scratch, and even managed to lay one on the big fuck. "Why are you doing this to me, Clary. I love you..." The thing tried to pull off a loving tone of voice. "Eat shit in hell!" I knew the words would provoke it to do something stupid. As expected, Agramon zipped across the room towards me and tackled me to the ground. Harry's legs lied on either of my sides and I was pinned down by the nasty creature. I spit in its face and proceeded to headbutt fake Harry. When it was slightly distracted, I made my move. I jabbed my seraph blade into its chest and heard the audible slightly human gasp that it released. The awful cruelty of Agramon was revealed as I looked it in the face as it died. Its eyes turned a bright green, like the real Harry, before his entire being faded into nothingness.

Harry Pov

The boys and I were growing anxious. It had been nearly 10 minutes and Clary still wasn't back yet. Usually it takes her about 2 minutes to kill what she would call a 'challenging' demon. Isaac had explained that this case may be different than most others, but we should have faith in her. But my problem isn't a lack of faith, it's just a natural protective anxiety that's rapidly absorbing every atom in my body. No biggy...

From where we were standing at the bottom of the fire escape, we could here heavy thumps and other strange noises coming from the open window. I kept waiting for that moment when Clary comes through the window unscathed and well, but this time im not sure if that will happen. I don't have a good feeling about this one.

All of our heads shot up as we heard a gentle set of footsteps. Clary stepped out of the window and grabbed onto the poles of the fire escape landing. She rested her head against it, as if to take a moment and breathe, and slid down onto the floor beneath her.

"I'll go..." I said.

I climbed up to Clary and knelt down in front of her. "Hey...hey, what happened in there? You're never this worked up." Her head remained hidden, tucked behind her knees. I reached out and touched her arm, but she flinched and jolted back. She turned her head to the side, avoiding eye contact. "I want to go home." My frown deepened when she spoke. "I want to go home." She kept saying it. Over and over again. But I couldn't really do anything to comfort her. Where would she go? As far as I know, we were the only home she had left. "Lets get back to the bus, huh love? We can stay there for the night." Clary didn't say anything, but she didn't argue. I sighed and wrapped my arm under her torso and the other under her knees, lifting her up and cuddling her to my chest. That's when I noticed all of the cuts and bruises. How did she manage to gain that many injuries in the short amount of time she was in there?

"C'mon guy, let's go back. Isaac, you can sleep on the couch if you would like." They all nodded and we began jogging to the bus in the parking lot. I made sure to be gentle, not wanting to hurt Clary any further. Paul was sleeping in the hotel, so the bus would be ours for the night.

When we got to the bus, I set Clary down in my bed and went to search her things for her spare steele. I reached over her and felt under the mattress until I found it. Clary's face was coated in sweat causing strands of hair to stick to her face. I gently brushed it back and took a good look at her before lifting up her shirt a bit and drawing an iratze. The bruises already began to fade and the cuts improved a little bit, but nothing drastic. I leaned down and kissed her forehead, laying down next to her afterwords. Niall came in and soon followed all the other boys. Liam gave Isaac some blankets and a pillow and he went to go sleep on the couch. When all the lights turned off, everything was silent, but no one was asleep. We all had the same thing on our minds, all curious as to what happened in the apartment tonight. We all knew that we wouldn't be asking any time soon. If anything, she would tell one of us in private.

That brought me to think of Louis. What had he talked to Clary about earlier at the hotel? He's making me nervous, all this lurking around her. Things are going to get complicated if he keeps acting like this. I looked down at Clary's pale form, her breathing slow and slight.

I'll find out what he said to her in the morning, but for now, I have bigger concerns.

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