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[valiant.]

"But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
 and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
 and I feel so rough"
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"No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records 
and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody 
that I used to know"

M u n d a n e●●●›
Kyra Rose Denault

ღღღ

The way the boy had calmly taunted the demon and had gotten it to launch itself at him made Kyra even more interested. Though she had to blink constantly to clear the dizzy haze out of her eyes she watched, the demon letting out another shriek that made her eardrums want to burst as it was sliced through the stomach. More of the gold substance splattered the sidewalk and Kyra flinched as the boy drove the blade through the demon's lower jaw. With that it fell onto the sidewalk and made a sickening chortling noises, twitching in random spasms as the gold liquid pooled around it's torn up body. Wincing inwardly she watched incredulously as it's body seemed to incinerated to nothing, leaving just the two humans there. But the way the boy had grabbed the weapons from his belt told her he wasn't human.

When he approached her she went to open her jaw, millions of questions bouncing around in her clouded head, but she decided not to. The pain ebbing through her body was getting to be too much and she was sure she saw small black dots floating around in her vision. By past experiences she knew that was a sign of her brain starting to stop functioning due to blood loss. That, Kyra also knew, was not good at all. Not even close. She was still on edge, the adrenaline was wearing off and that was when she noticed how much pain she was in and how ruined her clothing was.
She was an absolute mess.

Her clothing was torn in various places and her bare skin was torn by the demon's three rows of jagged teeth. But the worst pain of all was her shoulder, blood making the clothing around the flesh a dark red, nearly black if you looked hard enough. Of course her ankle hurt too, but she could still stand and that was one of the positive things that had happened out of the situation, she was still alive. Kyra's eyes flicked up to the rather dashing boy, she needed to trust him here, he probably knew what that monster was and could help her. Hesitantly approaching the boy she studied him with her stormed eyes. He looked like someone who you should never mess with, his voice said it all.

[herondale.]

{ J a r e d L u k a s B e l l e f l e u r

• • • •
S h a d o w h u n t e r s
Looking Better in Black than the Widows
of our Enemies since 1234
• • • •

Jared was just thankful she hadn't darted off after he'd disposed of the Demon. Even at a distance he knew her wounds were serious and he knew he'd be to blame if there was a 'mysterious death' in the paper tomorrow if she'd disappeared. And there was no way he'd spend all of his time searching for her. As selfish as it sounded.

His eyes narrowed a fraction as he stood before her, thankful for her cooperation as she stepped towards him, but now he was close up he could see the real damage. The fact that her pupils were fairly diluted told him both of the blood loss but also of the venom. He hadn't paid much attention to the Demon's tail but he guessed that it had been barbed much like a sting rays. His gaze focused on the slash across her shins and he sucked in a sharp but inaudible breath.

But that was just one set of wounds. And as his gaze moved swiftly back to her face, his eyes moved towards the bite on her shoulder and he stepped forwards a little more to inspect it. He tried to keep his touch gentle but his impatience didn't help him there as he 'carefully' pried her shirt off the wound to get a clearer look at it. The bite mark was deep and the amount of blood pulsing out of it was enough to make even him concerned.

He couldn't leave her. As much as he wanted to. He'd get his ear bitten off later by the others and he'd probably be punished severely in one way or another.

With a sharp sigh, his gaze moved back to hers. "Needless to say, your wounds are pretty serious and as much as pains me to say you have to come with me," he said, muttering the middle section mostly under his breath. "And before you start on a rant about going to the hospital, no hospital can fix these wounds. Not a mundane one, anyway." His tone was deadly serious as he kept his gaze on her. He was partially curious as to how the mundane was still standing. Most of them had either passed out or, in some cases, died at this point. They were pretty weak, to say the least. This one surprised him.

[valiant.]

"But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
 and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
 and I feel so rough"
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"No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records 
and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody 
that I used to know"

M u n d a n e●●●›
Kyra Rose Denault

ღღღ

Kyra watched him as he inspected her, trying not to flinch whenever he moved. Even though she was frequently blinking she could feel the film over her eyes thicken each minute and the black dots dancing in her eyes start to grow. Her knees threatened to collapse and as he somewhat carefully removed the sodden clothing from her shoulder pain blossomed up her shoulder, through her while arm and into her chest. A sharp gasp left her lips and she stared at him, trying not to burst into tears that threatened to escape from her eyes. Kyra knew she was weakening, she could feel it. Her body was beginning to disorder.

When he told her she had to go with him Kyra stared at him. She couldn't think straight and when he said mundane her mind snapped back into reality. He wasn't human. The way he put it told her so. Standing rigid Kyra stared at him, disbelief lining the pain on her face. But her mind started to reel back, the pain engulfing her whole mind. She was about to black out. Her body was swaying and she could only see a blurry shape of the boy. Managing to give him a short, weak nod that was still visible Kyra's body started to shut down completely.

Watching the black dots take over her vision Kyra swayed gently, her mind going blank. That thing that attacked her just have a poison in its body because she could feel it shutting down her thoughts. With that Kyra started to fall forwards, finally falling unconscience.

[herondale.]

{ J a r e d L u k a s B e l l e f l e u r

• • • •
S h a d o w h u n t e r s
Looking Better in Black than the Widows
of our Enemies since 1234
• • • •

When the girl finally nodded, Jared could tell that she was starting to slip away from him. There was a slight haziness in her eyes and withdrawing gaze that told him that she was starting to lose consciousness.
He frowned slightly and then, as he had thought, she fell forwards and luckily she fell onto him. He carefully lifted her up so that she was cradled in his arms and he scanned swiftly over her once more, keeping a closer eye on the cut across her shins. That was, no doubt, the reason she was in such a state.
Suddenly a gasp from behind him had Jared turning and groaning in annoyance as he started forwards. It was Chester, of course. "What the-"
"Shut up and walk," Jared said sharply as he headed swiftly down the street at a brisk pace. Chester struggled to keep up with his large strides.
"You're not-"
"Taking her back to the Institute, indeed I am," he said in the same sharp and irritable tone. "And don't argue with me, she has Demon venom in her blood stream."
Chester sucked in an audible gasp and Jared rolled his eyes.
They were a few streets away from the Institute but luckily, with their speed - or rather, his speed - they could get their quicker than an average mundane. Jareds' gaze was continuously looking at the street then down at the girl in his arms. She was in a pretty bad state and he was beating himself up over how he hadn't gotten there quicker.
Pretty soon, though, they were back at the Institute and by now Jared had broken into a swift jog. Chester had managed to run ahead to open the large doors for him and, as Jared stepped inside, the others practically leapt on him when they saw him. They nearly pitched a fit when they saw the girl.
Andriana crossed her arms in annoyance as Jared brushed past them all. "By the Angel, Jared. What happened?" she asked, earnestly chasing after him as he continued to head out of the large entrance hall towards the infirmary.
"She was attacked by a Demon. There's venom in her blood stream. I wasn't exactly going to leave her," he explained in an irritable tone.
As soon as they were in the infirmary, he and Adriana started to clense her wounds with an ever-questioning Chester observing them.

{[ you can time-skip in kyra's post if you want... ^^ ]}

[valiant.]

{Okay. c:}

"But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
 and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
 and I feel so rough"
●●●●●●●●●●●ღ●●●●●●●●●●
"No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records 
and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody 
that I used to know"

M u n d a n e●●●›
Kyra Rose Denault

ღღღ

It must have been some time later when Kyra's eyes flicked open, slowly waking from what felt like a deep sleep. She realized she was in a soft bed, white sheets wrapped over her sore body. But what she couldn't figure out where she was. The boy had most likely taken her to the place he spoke of but she had completely gone out like a light by the time he could say where this place was. With that thought Kyra nearly groaned aloud at herself. She had let a complete stranger take her to some place she didn't even know the name of after being attacked by a- well, she didn't know what she was attacked by.

Kyra didn't exactly want to sit up but she was getting rather hot and uncomfortable already and her curiosity was starting to drive her mad. Slowly she pushed herself up with her palms, each time she applied pressure on her hands she felt pain spread from her shoulder but she ignored it anyway. By the time she had sat up Kyra had a massive head rush and she rubbed her eyes for a few seconds to rid of it, dizziness remained in her head but she refused to pass out again. Raising her eyes to her surroundings she saw that there were other beds like the one she was in. At least thirty, each lined against the wall with a nightstand and a chair for visitors.

Muffling back a sigh into her hands Kyra pushed some of her hair away from her eyes. She was bandaged up and still alive, thanks to most likely the boy. She could see it was a clear day through one of the few skylights in the roof but couldn't tell how long she was unconscience for. Her shins were aching as she moved them and her shoulder had a pulsing pain even if she wasn't moving. As for the other cuts and bruises she saw that they weren't as bad, just a small sting came to those along with her sore ankle. She noted that her muscles were sore as well but that was most likely from being thrown down onto the concrete and the creature's weight on top of her.

Chewing on her lip anxiously Kyra settled back into the pillows she was laying on. She didn't need more rest but she was dizzy again and really didn't want to pass out twice. Her icy eyes started to the study this room she was currently in. Nothing around it gave hints as to where she was. Then she began to think of what the boy had said. The word mundane was the most intriguing to her and she wondered what the boy was. Even though she was in a state last night she could start to tell he wasn't. It was how calm he acted and hinted that something other than a 'mundane' hospital could help her.

Getting a dull headache from all of this thinking Kyra rubbed her temples, pushing her bangs out of her eyes once again. All of this happened when she went to get some library books. If only Landon had stayed with her. When she thought of Landon Kyra's stomach pitched. He was probably worried, him and his family. She didn't have any way to tell him what happened from inside this room and when she started to think about it she felt horrible.

[herondale.]

{ J a r e d L u k a s B e l l e f l e u r

• • • •
S h a d o w h u n t e r s
Looking Better in Black than the Widows
of our Enemies since 1234
• • • •

Jared had spent most of that night pacing outside the infirmary. Chester had appeared once or twice, asking him numerous questions but many were about the same thing; why had he brought the girl back? what were they going to do about her? were they going to kick her out?
Jared has snapped sharp responses of 'I don't know' or 'I don't care' to practically every single one. After Jared's final and lengthy outburst, Chester quit pestering him and he didn't see him again. Jared linked his hands behind his head and paused, mid-pace. What were they going to do with her? It was one thing she had been attacked by the Demon but it was another thing that she had seen him. Okay, so the glamour he'd used may have worn off by then but it shouldn't have considering they were freshly applied.
Jared pursed his lips a little and lowered his hands from where they had been resting behind his head and nearly leapt ungracefully out of his skin when Adriana spoke.
"You'll wear a hole into the floor doing that. And that won't make Marcus happy."
Jared lifted his gaze to her in irritation. "Evening to you too."
"He's not very happy," she said bluntly, her green eyes narrowing slightly as her spiked brown hair fell into her eyes. Jared had, perhaps, once considered her to be pretty... but then he'd discovered her shallow nature and only saw her as something that resembled someone who'd just been sucking on a sour lemon. She was like an itch only slightly more bareable. Sometimes.
"When is he ever...," Jared muttered, his arms folded over his chest. "Did you tell him everything I told you?"
"I told him what he could bare to hear," she replied, her green eyes staring deeply into his sea-blues. "He wants to talk to the both of you when she's awake."
And with that, she sauntered off down the hall, her leather books snapping rhythmically. Jared rolled his eyes; and they often called him the drama queen?
Hesitating slightly, Jared moved towards the infirmary doors and carefully peered inside. He was half-annoyed and half-relieved that she'd awoken and, as he braced himself, he quietly stepped inside. "Glad to see you're awake finally," he said in a dry tone, a slight smirk on his lips.

[valiant.]

"But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
 and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
 and I feel so rough"
●●●●●●●●●●●ღ●●●●●●●●●●
"No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records 
and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody 
that I used to know"

M u n d a n e●●●›
Kyra Rose Denault

ღღღ

Kyra was pushing the soft sheets off of her bandaged legs with sore motions when Jared walked in. The sound of the door closest to her made her jump and when she heard her voice her eyes raised from her feet to the boy. Now that the sun was actually out she could see him more clearly. He was handsome, not that she really cared, but if she had saw him last night she would have thought of Mia, one of her other friends. Mia never stopped talking about guys. Even though it got tiring it was what molded Mia's quirky, uncontainable personality. With that thought more guilt shot through her and she thought of Landon, but she wasn't going to help herself if she sat around feeling guilty. Snapping out of thought Kyra felt her feet land on the floor silently, pushing her fingers through her hair again with a small, confused sigh.

"How long was I out for?" Kyra asked, raising a chestnut eyebrow. Her eyes flicked around the room anxiously once again. She really was curious as to where she was and what his name was, she was sure she had fallen into him after the poison had gotten to her completely. He most likely carried her here. Still, even speaking to him the previous night before was a little bit of a haze. She could still clearly see the creature though, it's barbed tail, red features, jagged teeth and green tongues. Shivering a little at the thought of it Kyra shifted her weight quietly on the bed, the covers ruffling under her. A lot of questions were bubbling up in her head and she wanted to ask them all. But she decided not to for the sake of the boy and couldn't help but choose one to ask.

"If it really isn't too much to ask, where am I and what attacked me last night?" Kyra finally asked, eyebrows creasing slightly as she did so. Now her attention remained on him, she really wanted to know. This was the question that had remained in her head since she had aroused. Her right hand traced over the bandage on her left arm and she watched him. If she looked hard enough she could see black writing along the boy's arms. They fascinated her. What were they? They looked like symbols, not Egyptian, like she had studied once in school, but inhuman. More like ruins that you would think there wold be on temples in rainforests.

[herondale.]

{ J a r e d L u k a s B e l l e f l e u r

• • • •
S h a d o w h u n t e r s
Looking Better in Black than the Widows
of our Enemies since 1234
• • • •

Jared had slid his hands into his pockets as he walked towards the girls bed, a vague smile still on his face. He was surprised that she was this mobile already but, then again, there hadn't been a fatal amount of poison in her blood stream to do her body a great deal of harm. Either way, he was thankful she wasn't still in the coma-like state he was used to see injured mundanes in. Or, in rare cases, seeing Shadowhunters in. They may be Nephilim, but they could still die.
Pausing at the end of the girls' bed, Jared rested his hands on the bars at the end of her bed. He raised an eyebrow at her question and smiled a little. "For about a day or so... " Jared muttered as he straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest. "You had it lucky, believe me," he began, "I've seen worse."
Her next set of questions were to be expected and he couldn't help but suppress a chortle in response. A grin quirked his lips however at the fact she said it both politely and so bluntly. "You're in the Institute," he paused before adding, "And that was a Demon that attacked you last night." Jared had felt slightly defensive before entering this room, knowing the assortment of questions she was bound to want to know and those two were the ones he hadn't really wanted to answer. He didn't know whether it was a good idea to discuss it without Marcus being present but they didn't exactly get along well anyway. A new way to rub it in his face that I'm more than capable to handle things on my own Jared thought to himself with a slight scowl furrowing his brow.
It wasn't till Jared fully focused in the girl did he notice where her gaze seemed to've lingered on his bare arms. He frowned ever so slightly and noticed she must've been looking at the runes littered all up his arms. Whilst she'd been out of it, he, Adriana and Chester were sent out to look for any clues as to what, exactly, the Demon was what attacked them last night. Since Jared's discription was pretty vague - much to his annoyance - they had to do a whole lot of chasing. That and a lot of talking. Something Jared was skilled at.

[valiant.]

"But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
 and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
 and I feel so rough"
●●●●●●●●●●●ღ●●●●●●●●●●
"No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records 
and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody 
that I used to know"

M u n d a n e●●●›
Kyra Rose Denault

ღღღ

Sighing softly Kyra's fingers stopped rubbing along the bandage, hands raising to rub her temples, hoping to calm her pulsing head. It didn't help and she lowered her hands again, irritated as her shoulder started to ache, ebbing away at her thinning patience. About a day? It seemed for so long but at the same time not at all. Chewing her lip nervously she was greatful she wasn't one of those cases he spoke of. Now she was relieved that she was in better condition than the others he spoke of. Her headache was slowly fading away and she was greatful for that, a little more pain taken away from it all.

Her head snapped up from her arm to Jared. A demon? The Institute? She really wasn't as curious as to what his answer to where she was had been it was what had a attacked her. A demon? It's seemed impossible. But yet she knew she was sitting in this building she barely knew because of it. It had to be a demon. But, really, a demon? Did that mean that heaven and hell existed? That there was such a thing as Satan existed? That what this boy was telling her was proof of God existing? Kyra knew she shouldn't jump to conclusions though and bit her tounge to stop the volley of questions begging to be asked.

"Oh, that really wasn't expected," Kyra murmured, staring down at the red carpet layed across the floor by the feet of her bed. "I'm guessing that not very many know that those exist on the surface of the Earth?" Her voice was timid and uncertain, like she was deciding whether to lie down again and pretend this was all a nightmare or actually just believe it. She winced as she but her lip too hard and looked back up at him, pursing her lips.

[herondale.]

{ J a r e d L u k a s B e l l e f l e u r

• • • •
S h a d o w h u n t e r s
Looking Better in Black than the Widows
of our Enemies since 1234
• • • •

Jared had expected her reaction to be surprised. He knew he would probably come across to be some form of maniac. But he was never good at delivering the pill coated in sugar. He had to admit her surprise quirked his lips into an automatic grin and he rolled his eyes a little in slight irritance.
He was going to have to explain a lot.
But then came the full-blown annoyance; he had to explain Shadowhunter affairs to a mundane. A mundane, for crying out loud?! He suppressed a groan that had rising up his throat and simply cleared his throat to hide it, running a slightly aggitated hand through his dark hair.
He laughed, however, when the girl finally spoke and he glanced up from where his gaze had focused on the bed sheets to the girls' face. He could see most of the questions she was gagging to ask in her gaze but he decided it was best not to pry. He didn't want to answer the questions let alone for her to ask them. And he shook his head when she continued. "Actually, it's rare for a munda- I mean, people to grasp the concept at all. Those that do aren't exactly the most convincing kind of people." He hesitated as his gaze moved towards the large window beside the girl. It was raining. "But yes," he continued, looking back at her finally, "it was Demon that attacked you last night. We're still trying to determine the species exactly. We intend to track it down," he said, absently cracking his nuckles. "And kill it."

{[ so sorry about the rubbish posts, i have really bad muse at the moment. }]