The Aftermath Chronicles: A TMI FanFic

Part 11

Magnus Bane was unofficially in charge of the invasion of Pier 16. 

It was going to be a simple operation. 

Five teams of Shadowhunters. One small aerial team. Two larger teams from the front and the back. Two smaller teams entering the side wings.

There was a very good chance that the warlocks would just disappear but Magnus gave the order that anyone who didn't was to be killed immediately. When all of the tactical combat was done, the Pier would be burned. 

Once the plan was laid out, the teams had five minutes to get into position. Thankfully, the Shadowhunters didn't put up much of an argument to Magnus' plan.

During the battle, he and Tyrannus would attempt to make the building "magic-free" rendering the warlocks utterly powerless. Sienna would stand guard. They didn't need the protection but Sienna needed her old friend by her side.

It would probably be a bloody massacre but the Clave had no other option. Ragnor Fell had become reckless and would stop at nothing to restore Venenatus Foedus back to it's original power.

The Ragnor Magnus' had known hadn't been so relentless. But when you "died" because of Shadowhunters, he guessed it instilled a certain hatred in you.

"Ready?" Tyrannus asked. Magnus forgot why he ever stopped talking to Tyrannus. He had always been fond of him.

"Absolutely," Magnus said. His thoughts were on Alec. 

Fight for Alec, Magnus thought. Beautiful, beautiful Alexander. My Alec.

Tyrannus and Magnus began reciting the old spell. It took two, very powerful warlocks to perform the spell correctly. If something happened to either of them or if there was an interruption, the spell would stop working immediately.

The was a crash in the distance; the aerial team breaking the sky lights and descending into the warehouse.

Magnus kept his focus on the words-- words he had memorized long ago. 

..........

Clary drew a partial drawn iratze on Jace's right arm. A simple line was all that was needed to complete it. Usually Alec would draw Jace's runes for him since they were parabatai and Alec happened to be particularly good at it. Clary knew Jace was thinking about the same thing.

There was a crash from above them and Robert Lightwood, who was leading the small team consisting of her, Jace, someone from the LA Institute, and the Consul entering the east corridor, kicked the worn-out door down.

"Azaziel," Clary whispered. Her seraph blade ignited and she followed the rest of the team into the building. They went room by room, clearing each one of them. They didn't encounter anyone until halfway down the hallway. It was a warlock whose skin was changing colors. He was lying on the ground, limbs splayed everywhere.

"He's dead," Robert said, kicking him for good measure. Someone fired an arrow into it's skull. It landed with a sickening thwack.

"Who killed him?" someone asked. 

"We have to keep going," Robert insisted. The group exited the room. Jace and Clary met eyes briefly.

There was nothing in the next few rooms. A few doors down from the room of the dead warlock, the light was on. 

Robert was the first one in the room. Clary could see past him that a girl was strapped to a bed. The room looked like a surgical room. The girl was asleep and ghostly pale.

Robert crumpled to the ground. The man from the LA Institute fired an arrow at the attacker. There was a scream and the room went silent. Jace was clearing one end of the room. Clary rushed to Robert's side, turning him over. He had a head wound that was bleeding profusely.

She found the half drawn iratze and finished it with her stele.

Her heart raced.

"Clary!" Jace called. She looked up from Robert's crumpled figure. Jace was standing beside the girl. Clary finally recognized her for Isabelle. She jumped up, leaving Robert in the capable hands of the others.

"She needs iratzes," Jace said. He was breathing heavy. Clary steadied herself before drawing runes on Izzy's arms. 

"Take a pulse," Clary demanded. She focused back on Isabelle. There was only so many iratzes she could draw. She added a nourishment and strength rune to her arms.

"She's alive," Jace said. The runes began melting into her skin, taking affect. Jace began undoing the straps that held Izzy to the bed.

"Don't," Clary said. Jace looked at her like she was crazy. "You don't know what she'll be like when she wakes up."

"She's going to be Izzy," Jace said, determinedly.

Isabelle's eyes began to open. 

Her blue eyes were a sparkling silver.

"I've seen the Labyrinth," she said, her voice clear.

"Iz--"

Her head snapped to look at Jace.

"You're going to experience great loss, Jace Herondale," she said. 

Jace stumbled back.

"Jace--" Clary started.

"Let me go," Isabelle demanded. 

"Isabelle, fight this," Clary said. She drew a less-than-stellar clarity rune on Isabelle's arm and the girl started to scream.

"Clary!" Jace yelled.

"She's fighting it," Clary insisted. "Don't touch her!"

Isabelle screamed again. Tears began forming in her eyes. She shut them, squeezing them shut tightly. When she opened them again, the screams stopped abruptly and her eyes were their normal blue. But they closed again and she went limp.

.........

A figure exited the warehouse.

Magnus couldn't make them out from the distance and with the lighting available.

He continued the spell. Sienna seemed to see them too and began walking towards them. 

Magnus could hear the change in Tyrannus' voice; almost panic.

Sienna had reached the figure. Magnus couldn't make out what exactly she was doing. They were beyond the reach of any street light's light.

Both Sienna and the figure began walking towards the two warlocks.

"I'm sorry!" Sienna yelled. 

There was a hitch in Tyrannus' voice but he didn't stop the spell. He had always had that focus.

As the two got closer, Magnus realized what was happening.

Someone had Sienna held in front of them, a knife at her neck. The girl was stuck and there was nothing she could do about it. He had her so perfectly positioned that it would be impossible.

Tyrannus didn't stop speaking but Magnus could hear the panic and sadness in his voice.

"And now," Ragnor Fell said. "A little something from Tyrannus."

He cut the girl's throat and Tyrannus roared.

He had stopped the spell. Ragnor Fell disappeared with a snap of his fingers. Tyrannus ran to the body of the fallen girl. But they both knew there was nothing to be done except hope that the Shadowhunters were almost done.