Ninjas VS Sorcerers

Chapter 40 - Seeing the World Through New Eyes

Clary's POV

"How did you... Why did you..." I stammered, looking at the frail boy before me.

"I meant what I said back there Clary; I'm done with them." Mitchell replied.

I took a look around and realized we were fairly close to where my mom lived. How I knew where we were I had no idea. It was if a layout of the entire city was imprinted in my mind. It was just... There.

"C'mon let's get you cleaned up." I said to Mitchell. "Now that I think about it, I could use some cleaning myself." I joked.

I grabbed Mitchell's arm and pulled him down the street. We soon arrived in front of an elegant house, which I knew in my heart was my mom's. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked, so the two of us slipped inside. My first thought was food when both of our stomachs began to grumble. We found the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge for a snack. After satisfying our stomachs, we crept upstairs.

"CLARY!" Mitchell shouted, pointing behind me.

I whirled around to see one sorcerer, and another that looked like he had just gotten knocked out, coming towards us. Mitchell dashed forward and hit the two of them with a fire ball. Their heads smacked into a wall and the sorcerers slid to the ground unconscious.

"Nice going." I said.

"Thanks."

There were four rooms upstairs: one bathroom, what must be my mom's room, and two other rooms that looked like they belonged to males. Seth's was probably one of them. I pulled Mitchell to the bathroom and handed him some soap, shampoo, conditioner, a towel, and anything else someone might need for a shower. I pushed him inside the tiled room and shut the door behind him. In the mean time, I needed to find us some supplies.

I walked into one of the guys' rooms and looked around. Spying a notebook on the desk with his name on it, I realized this must be Seth's room. I began rummaging through various drawers and other things around the room until I came up with what I needed; some money. It was a fifty dollar bill, hidden under some jeans. Granted we didn't need that much money, but that was all I could find.

Next I went to my mom's room. I wasn't as dirty as poor Mitchell had been so I decided on just a face wash and a hair fix. I grabbed a hair tie off her dresser and pulled my long, red hair up in a bun. Then I cleaned my face, rubbing away all the dirt from being in the cell in Hell.

"Hey Clary." Mitchell said.

I turned to see him in the doorway. He had gotten dressed back in his old clothes, and his wet hair hung down over his eyes a little bit. It was definitely a nice improvement from earlier.

"Alright let's hit the shops. But put these on." I said, tossing the demon a pair of sunglasses.

"Why?" He asked.

"Dude, if anyone sees you with red eyes in public, they'll freak. Just trust me here."

Mitchell sighed and put the glasses on. They didn't look half bad. I stuffed the fifty into my pocket and the two of us headed out of the house.

After a good fifteen minute walk, we arrived at a party store. Pushing the door open, an elderly lady greeted us from behind the counter with a smile. I waved, then pulled Mitchell down the aisles. Spying what I was searching for, I dashed over to the shelf labeled 'Colored Contacts.' I picked up a brown pair, and pulled off Mitchell's glasses. I held them up to his face, shook my head in disapproval, and put the pair back. I pulled out a blue pair next; they also ended up back on the rack. After a few more tries, I decided on a caramel pair that matched Mitchell's hair.

"Clary what are you doing?" Mitchell asked.

"I was deciding on a color that suited you. These will make your eyes look a different color so you don't have to wear the glasses everywhere." I explained.

I handed the demon his glasses again, which he pushed back up on to his nose. The two of us walked up to the counter where the lady was still waiting.

"Hello kids. You two seem awfully young to be shopping all alone." The lady said.

"Oh, we aren't alone. My older sister is right next door. She told us we could run in here and get these." I said, holding up the contacts.

"Oh alright." The lady said.

She took the contacts and rang them up on the register.

"That'll be $4.49 dear."

I handed her the fifty. The lady looked from it to the two of us, as if she were questioning why our sibling would give us a fifty dollar bill for colored contacts. However, she brushed it off and dealt out change.

"Thank you!" I said as we headed towards the door.

"No problem kids. I'm happy to help." The lady said with a small wave.

I waved back, and then Mitchell and I left the store.

When we made it back to the house, we were pleasantly surprised to find the guards still out cold. It made our lives easier.

I handed the contacts to Mitchell, who took quite some time in the bathroom trying to get them in his eyes. He finally managed it however and now his eyes looked normal; human. I liked that they matched his hair, it was complimentary.

"Well, now what do we do?" Mitchell asked.

"Now we find my mom, and put an end to all this 'using the Nephillim to take over the world' stuff."