Game on
Valencia woke, for the third time that day, and saw nothing but the bright blazing beams of sun seeping through the window and a sleeping Alexander Lightwood in a chair adjacent to the half-open steel door.
She sat up and winced as something smacked her straight in the face, she sighed as she noticed her hair had been braided as though she were a mere schoolgirl, looking for the person responsible, she only seen the very masculine Mr Lightwood, enter eye roll here, and decided that the culprit was most likely not him.
She pondered about the possibilities she now had acquired with the very vulnerable head of the Institute, she could either;
A. Lock him in the room and plan her adventurous escape
Or
B. Tie him up and throw him out of the window and let the demons of New York City devour him
She gathered that A was probably the most practical, apart from the fact that her stele was no longer in her pocket.
However, there was somebody who possessed the necessity and he was currently drooling on his own chin opposite her.
Crawling along the bed, she held her breath. She set one foot onto the hard wooden floor and it let out a haunting screech. She quickly grabbed his stele from his pocket and jumped back under the covers. She closed her eyes tightly and squeezed her fists,
Please don't wake up, please don't wake up, please don't wake up, please don't wa—
Her thoughts were stopped short as she felt a large hand grip her ankle and drag her off the bed and into their arms. She gasped and immediately kicked out, connecting with his throat.
Alec coughed and stumbled back, Valencia grimaced,
" I can assure you that this isn't personal," she tried to explain
Alec got to his fighting stance and tilted his head to this side,
"Really? It sure feels personal" He replied.
He threw a couple of jabs, Valencia dodged all apart from one.
"This is a fun game," he remarked with a smirk
then swiped his leg under her feet, she leapt over them and flipped towards the door, once she had escaped she carved a lock rune onto the metal door.
She laughed "Have fun playing by yourself" and locked the door.
She sadistically smiled as she heard the bellowing boy bashing his fists against the door.
She turned to be met with a short, red-headed smiling girl,
"Hi! I'm Clary Fairchild" She exclaimed loudly
Valentine's Daughter she thought, she looked the girl up and down, scanning for any sign of threat.
Valencia was about to introduce herself, when rudely interrupted by a screaming Alec, shouting for Clary to 'catch' her. Valencia awkwardly smiled,
"Yeah, you should probably just ignore that" she advised,
The two girls stood and stared at one another for a strange amount of time. Clary was about to swing at the taller girl,
"Nope, not today", Valencia gripped Clary's arm and waist and threw her over her shoulder onto the cold hard ground, satisfied when she heard a small ouch.
The brunette strolled along the corridors, searching for any young shadow hunters she could convince to show her the way out, unfortunately, the only Shadowhunters she was met with were Isabelle and Jonathan.
She attempted a quick 180 but Isabelle quickly jogged over to her.
"Hey Valen, I didn't know you were awake. Have you seen Alec?" She asked seeming sincere. Relaxing, she began to answer,
"Sorry, I haven't seen Alec since he was in my room" she replied, with a smile harmless smile.
Then her second unfortunate event in the past 2 minutes occurred, somebody who looked over her shoulder, cleared his throat.
"While that's not a lie, it's not a full truth," Alec spoke softly in her ear, gripping her shoulders rather tightly.
Valencia began to bring her elbow forward to lunch it back into Alec's abdomen when he caught her elbow. Resorting to her sarcastic wit, she responded with
"Have you cleaned yourself up? Or is the drool still dangling off your chin?"
Rolling his eyes and smiling slightly, he gently pushed her towards Isabelle and Jace, she felt at a slight disadvantage, being shorter than all of them.
"Why are you always so pessimistic? Nobody is trying to hurt you here?" Isabelle asked, genuinely.
Isabelle, with her caring furrowed brows, reminded Valencia of her mother.
A place deeply buried and cemented over, ached for a short moment, how she wished she could curl in her mother's warm embrace and openly talk about the recent events she had endured.
Her mother would most likely make them both a large cup of hot chocolate and let her cry and rant for as long as she needed,
her mother was always her safe place, somebody who didn't judge or treat her differently for having more angel blood, somebody who didn't stare or glare as walked by, somebody who didn't care that she was Valencia Redaspen, that one person who didn't care that the Clave who rather her be dead than have somebody favoured by the angels.
She looked at Izzy,
"Pessimists outlive Optimists" she shrugged. She tried walked past them both when Izzy grabbed her by the wrist.
"Realists outlive them both, try not to be so defensive all the time"
Valen shook the girl's hand off of her own and continued on her path.
This time, it was Jonathan who chased her up.
"And where exactly do you think you're going?" He asked, smiling.
"Anyplace you're not" she responded, still walking.
"Well, I guess that's unfortunate since you can't go out of the institute unless you're with me, your supervisor."
Valen stopped straight in her tracks,
"Excuse me, what?" She asked, brow raised.
He smirked, "You heard me, anyplace you go, I go. That is unless..." he dragged.
"Unless what? You imbecile" her patient was wearing thin.
He laughed, "unless you're up for a challenge?"
"Always," she responded sharply.
"Ok, I'll let you explore the city by your lonesome, if and only if you beat me in a sparring match. Although, you might as well just retire to your room now." He offered.
She didn't like his tone. "You don't let me do anything, the only reason I'm agreeing to this is to watch you, underneath me, beaten, eating your own words."
He walked towards her, faces close, leaning towards her ear, she could feel his stubble graze across her soft cheek,
"Game on."
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