The Virtual Mortal Instruments

Ever wanted to be in The Mortal Instruments? Now you can. ( Sort of ;) ) This story will revolve around The Mortal Instruments but although most of the original characters will remain, there will be new ones too! :) Which is where you come in. ;) You can apply in the comments, I need this details :

Downworlder( Warlock/Fairie/Werewolve/Vampire) or Shadowhunter :
If you choose Shadowhunter, please add what your main weapon will be.
I will need :
2 Warlocks, 1 Fairie, 2 Werewolves, 2 Vampires, 4 Shadowhunters ( including me ;))
Please don't apply if your not on movellas much because every time we have a fight, I will ask questions on The Mortal Instruments and there will be a deadline or you will die and someone else can apply for you position.
So... My profile will be in the comments.
One more thing: Everone who chooses to be a Shadowhunter has to choose a special power, no power can be repeated.
Remember, there are limited positions... And, Good Luck.


10. Maureen

Jace woke to Alec's desperate and urgent voice.

"Jace, Jace! Jace! Wake up!'' Alec tapped Jace's shoulder repeatedly. 

"Come on, wake up!'' muttered Alec worriedly under his breath.

Jace groaned and shifted, sharp pain searing through his body the moment he moved. He touched his face gingerly, feeling something dry and sticky on his face. He glanced at his hand, noticing dry, red flakes on it. Blood.

''Don't move.'' Alec advised his injured comrade while he reached for his stele to draw an iratze on his friend. Thank God that bastard didn't take my stele. Alec thought to himself.

Jace felt relief at the familiar short, sharp surge of pain as the stele moved quickly across his skin. The intense pain on his face immediately faded to a dull throb which Jace could easily ignore.

''What happened?'' Jace asked, trying to remember the events that had occurred in the past hour but coming up with nothing.

''Maureen sent one of her minions to find out how to get into the Institute. He hit you and threatened to kill you if I didn't tell him the way to enter the Institute. So...'' Alec trailed off, averting his face from Jace's eyes.

''You told him.'' finished Jace flatly.

''I had to!'' Alec protested. He ran his hands through his hair, face creasing with worry. ''He would have killed you!''

Jace shook his head impatiently. ''That doesn't matter now. We just have to stop him. Where is he?''

Alec opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off.

''Right here.''

Alec and Jace turned towards the door in shock. The Bald Man leaned on the door frame, smirking. Jace's eyes narrowed in anger at the sight of him. Without warning, Jace exploded into action. He ran to the Bald Man at an impossibly fast speed and drew back his fist.


Crystal looked at Holly concernedly.

''What?'' Holly snapped.

Holly had recovered quickly after crying but had been in a bad mood since then, her face stony and unreadable. She had been more sarcastic then usual, a sign of her unhappiness.

Crystal sighed in despair. Holly was probably upset about them seeing her cry and of course, over Bridgette. Holly always took deaths hard. Not that the rest of them didn't mourn the deaths of their friends, it was just that they had accepted it as an inevitable fate, and no amount of sadness and tears could change that.

Crystal exchanged a glance with Isabelle, a silent agreement to leave Holly alone for now.

Just then, Isabelle's phone rang, breaking the tense, awkward silence between the three of them.

''Hello? No, they're not with us. Why? Maureen?! Okay, see you in ten.'' Isabelle's face was creased with worry.

''We're meeting Clary at her house. She'll tell us more when we get there.''

"Who's Maureen?"

Isabelle face went hard. "A killer."

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