A parking lot, on the third floor of a plush office, stood still as a black SUV pulled fierily to the side, almost slamming itself into a wall. There was another car, swerving through the maze of vehicles parked in the lot. For a while, time slowed to an almost-frozen state, and the cars chased each other excruciatingly slowly. Then time righted itself and the two automobiles came to a halt, and two men, size of about 6'5, climbed out of the second car and moved, like heavy rocks, towards the black Saturn. From there climbed out two teens, scrambling to get away from the monsters behind them. Jace led them towards the opening at the side of the lot and out into the staircase.
It was unlike any staircase any one ever did see. It even had a lobby waiting just at floor level, and it overlooked the whole office building, with the more convenient elevators on the opposite side. Too bad they didn't take those, Clary thought, as she raced down the stairs after Jace as fast as her legs could go.
Time then seemed to fly, and soon the two were out the door of the lobby, unnoticed by the mundanes that filled the area, glamour protecting their eyes from all that they couldn't understand.
They ran, like two fugitives would have. But mundane fugitives would not have had supernatural Forsaken for a bounty hunter. The distorted nature of humans trying their luck at the Shadow World, or were simply hired by some cruel warlock, too cowardly to fight his own wars.
And so they ran, and knew it wouldn't have been far from there. The other car, their fall-back plan, to get back to the Institute from the Upper-East side. Clary saw the sky was ready to let go of the heavy clouds that it bore, and she hoped that they would make it back to see the rain, instead of get stepped on and killed by those two thugs chasing them. She still wasn't quite sure why they were chasing her, or what Jace had wanted accomplished when they came here. All she knew was that she needed to run, a lesson easy learned as a Nephilim.
The car, sitting patiently at the corner, came into view. And soon, they were upon it, with Jace, digging the keys into the engine and starting to move the car even before Clary had fully gotten on. He knew she would make it, he also knew she hated it when he challenged her. But it was needed. A Shadowhunter's life was full of challenges, and Clary needed to learn to deal with them.
And finally they were off, heading out into the rain, leaving their Forsaken enemies in their dust.
Okay, so it's just the first little part, and of course, in my dream, it wasn't this detailed, or poetic. But an aspired novelist has got to do what she's got to do!
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