Bind To

Chapter 13: An Attack?

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The Lightwoods were trying to hold them off but Clary could tell that there was too many demons and not enough Shadowhunters. Jace was looking between her and the fight. Finally he turned to her. "You will stay here, don't get near the fight. Stay in the Institute where you are safe." Clary nodded slightly, planning her next movements. Jace quickly turned and ran back into the Institute, for what she didn't know, but she did know one thing. The Shadowhunters were outnumbered, by a lot. Clary was aware that Shadowhunters were strong, but there was too many demons. Without a second thought, Clary threw herself into the battle. It was only when Clary found a demon starting towards her that she came to the realization that she had no weapon. Clary continued to back up with the demon following. As she neared, she found that the demon had a certain smell to him, assuming it was a boy, although she couldn't quite place it. The demon seemed to be wearing a sort of armor with many limbs jutting out from it's slimy body. Each limb ended in some sort of sharply pointed thing, it's feet appeared to be the size of an elephant's. To top it off, it had the head of a mosquito with insect-like eyes and a red, the color of blood, feeding tube. Clary had continued to walk back, surprised that she hadn't tripped and fallen, until her back was pressed against something hard. The shirt had seemed thick when she put it on, but now it was plastered to her back with sweat and she could feel the rough bark against her back. The demon continued to move closer and it was that moment that her mind chose to go into overdrive.
Am I going to die?
Why didn't I bring a weapon?
Why didn't I listen to Jace?
Where was everyone else?
Why was this demon so interested in me?
The demon continued closer until he, assuming again, the smell hit her. It stank of garbage and something else she was incredibly close to identifying before the demon opened it's jaws. Inside were rows of incredibly sharp looking teeth and a black liquid that dripping out of it's mouth and onto her. It hit her shirt, her arms, her face, her chest and practically everywhere bare skin was showing. Clary yelped as the toxic ooze burned and sizzled against her skin. As she looked up, she spotted a light dancing through the night. The demon was turned with his back to her as it appeared to follow the light. Clary blinked quickly, her eyes focusing and her hearing sharpening. It was Jace, taunting the demon and swinging some type of light around. Clary glanced down as Jace pushed the sword into the demons stomach area, squeezing her eyes shut as it began to scream Loudly, and the screams, oddly, sounded human. Very human in fact.
From one moment to the next, Clary found herself lying in the grass. She ran her fingers through it, amazed that the grass that had probably had many gallons of blood shed upon it, was still able to be soft. Just like a blanket. Clary smiled at the thought of sleep, where she wouldn't be bothered and it would be quiet. Sleep...it seemed so close yet so far...
Clary closed her eyes, desperate for sleep. There were muffled voices around her, some words she could make out, but most she couldn't.
"-Alright?-
-Who cares?-
-Ichor, all over-
-get her to infirmary-
Now!
-she's not going to make it-
-so much-
-can't get a pulse-
It was then that Clary went unconscious, her sight and hearing leaving her to float through a world of her own, and she finally noticed her fate.
The demon's other smell had been of death. And that was surely her fate now.