The Angel and Their Gods

2 The Happening of the Station

I have no idea what I'm thinking when I wrote the title. But I didn't bother to edit anything so I might just so it like someday, but not this day.

From the ceiling of the tunnels, a dormant wire had hit Alec and Jace in the face for a couple of times.

Considered that the two strangers just ran off into the darkness, not even questioning who was the two strangers they met under a sketchy subway station under repair. Maybe they meet suspicious individuals every day.

Alec ran a bit faster than Jace, and under the laws of Jace Herondale's mind, he turned it into a competition.

Annoyed by Jace's competitive, impulsive, stubborn and dangerous nature, Alec asked as he ran, "Why and what are you running from?"

"You won't know!" The blonde girl shouted back at him.

The four of them had incredible stamina. They ran for quite a long time, had the time considered, they could've ran from the centre of New York to Chinatown or the ends of Brooklyn.

Suppose the four of them running, Jace looked back and saw about four figures darker than the shadows. He shined his witchlight stone at them, even the light of a witchlight stone had failed to shine anymore brighter than a phone screen in the darkness of the tunnel. All Jace could make from what he saw was about four or more extremely furry figures with unkempt feathers.

"What are those?"

"Elmo's!" The one with darker hair yelled back.

Jace had though Elmo was that furry red fella with a high pitchy voice. He had also thought that Elmo only appeared on children's TV, and being chased by Elmo's might not be that scary, for it was just a hand puppet on television.

"They have wings! Elmo doesn't have wings!" Alec shouted back.

Oh, Alec looked back too, Jace thought. He was trying to compete with Alec, see who ran faster, but now Jace wasn't so sure, because Elmo didn't have wings.

Not quite certain of what they were running from, the two Shadowhunters came to a halt, and so did the two strangers.

There was a wall, and it was just plainly a wall, solid concrete with no way out.

The two strangers pushed past Jace and Alec in the tunnel, the blonde girl whipped a dagger from her belt. Jace wasn't sure where it came from, but he did have his serial blades glamoured sometimes, when a warlock was around, most of the time it would be Magnus Bane.

The black haired one whipped out a capped pen from his pockets, he uncapped it, a sword appeared. "Am I holding a baseball bat?" He asked.

Alec and Jace stood behind them with their heads turned to each other, they replied, "No."

"Hockey stick?" He asked again.

"No," Jace and Alec said in unison.

"Bread stick?" He asked once more.

Upon realisation, the black haired one gave up, "Bread sticks are short, I'm holding a sword aren't I?"

"Yep." Jace replied. "It's bronze in colour too," Alec added.

The black haired one looked at his friend. His friend shot him a deadly glare.

She turned to Alec and Jace and glared at them with her deadly looking silvery grey eyes, like an oncoming storm right in front of them. "It's not working."

"What's not working?" Jace asked.

"Thing." The black haired one answered, he stared into the distance and saw nothing but darkness. But he could hear the distant screeching, the beasts screeching for the prey.