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.


12. Kidnapped!

High-pitched laughter rang in Jace's ears. He frowned, Maureen? He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head, only to find himself lying on the floor. His jaw ached, reminding him of the blow The Bald Man had dealt him. Jace clenched his jaw in anger unconsciously, nearly crying out in surprise and pain when he felt a sharp surge of pain. I'll get him for that, he thought, annoyed.

Jace flinched as he recalled the way The Bald Man had stopped his fist just as it had been about to connect with that bastard's arrogant, smirking face and had instead dealt Jace with a blow of his own. Impossible, how had he stopped me? Perhaps Maureen had made The Bald Man stronger. Yes, that was most likely what had happened, Jace decided, putting the disturbing image out of his mind.

Jace then turned his attention to his surroundings. Strange, why am I in the Institute? Then, Jace recalled that Maureen had wanted to enter the Institute. Great, just great. She must have gotten inside. Jace almost laughed at the pitiful state they were in.

Wait, where's Alec? Jace began to feel dread settle in his stomach.


''Jace! Alec! Where are you?'' Panicked voices filled the hallways, rousing Jace from his thoughts.

''Here!'' Jace called out, standing unsteadily.

They were instantly by his side, with Clary helping him up.

''Where's Alec?'' Isabelle asked , taking her stele out to draw an iratze on Jace.

''He... I don't know.'' Jace admitted reluctantly.


''I think Maureen took him.'' Jace's brow wrinkled in concentration as he tried to recall the events of the past several hours.

''I don't remember much but I know Alec is with Maureen. I can feel it.''

''Wait... Where's the blood-sucker?''

''Who?'' Isabelle asked distractedly, completing the healing rune.

''Alright... Simon.'' Jace sighed.

''He's safe, he got out in time.'' Clary told him.

Jace nodded.

'' Come on, let's go meet him. We can talk about it at his house and come up with a plan.'' Clary suggested.

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

They walked out of the Institute to the oppressive heat outside, their minds on Alec.

A gust of wind blew past them suddenly, making them shiver in surprise.

How strange, Crystal thought, feeling uneasy at the sudden blast of cool air

A piece of paper, carried by the breeze, rolled to a stop at her feet. It was covered in red ink.

Crystal picked it up in surprise.

''Wait guys, you might want to hear this...'' she said, unrolling the piece of parchment.

They halted, turning to look at Crystal.


If you want poor, little Alec back, give me Simon by tonight. If he comes to Hotel Dumont ALONE by midnight tonight, you'll get precious Alec back. If not, well, I'm sure you don't want to find out. I do hope things won't have to come to that. Death IS messy after all, and such a waste of precious life, do you not agree? All you have to do is to give me Simon...''

Silence filled the air and they glanced at each other, shocked. Then, Maureen's echoing laughter broke the silence, causing them to jump and look around nervously. One question came to their minds: Had Maureen been watching them? 


Simon paced back and forth nervously in his room, hoping that his friends had not come to any harm. Out of the blue, his phone rang, making him jump in surprise. He picked up his phone. Unknown caller.

Making up his mind quickly, Simon answered the call... and immediately regretted it.

A familiar voice came through the phone...                                                                                         

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