Hi Guys! This is obviously a Malec fanfic, and i hope you love it! and beware if you are in any way faint at heart now is the time to leave this may be borderline horror but there is romance plus a lot of "other" stuff later on, so if you can't stomach certain things i suggest you leave now^^

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ALEC POV

Oh angel, please believe me, please, please believe me.

Another violent shudder went through my body, shivering my very core; I can't do this much longer.

PLEASE believe me. The dark sky contrasted to the muddied sidewalks, shaking from the rain and thunder that poured down in Brooklyn, how ironic that I used to detest Brooklyn then after meeting Magnus I had come to love it, only to loath it once more.

Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. Oh angel, please have luck on my side.

I toppled over, legs finally giving way; I felt the ground met my knees and forearms as I attempted to catch myself. The rain soaked through my sweater and jeans, forcing my clothes to stick to my aching body, as did the grime and filth entered my wounds probably an infection later on, if I didn't treat it that is.

Half dragging half pulling myself to an alley, I lurched over and retched by a waste bin, vomiting what was left of my stomach by a pile of trash. Dry heaving what was left of nothing, my throat throbbed, and everything burned, the sensation filled me with intense agony as the first wave hit me. I felt my arms being ripped off, each tendon stretch into thin strands from pure force and the bones breaking away and crumbling as my arms were crushed. My legs dissolved in a bucket of steaming acid, scotching them to nothing as the acidic liquid poured over my pale limbs, as claws dug their way through my chest, I felt each nail gouge through the thin lair of my skin, leaving growing blisters in the wake of my still intact skin on my torso. My throat closed completely and filled with tar corroding the inside of my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, and dug my nails into my wrist, breaking through the barrier and letting blood pool from my thin wrists.

A piercing screech was stuck in my throat, as the pain overwhelmed me, slowly subsiding after some time, feeling the tar and acid slid away, strengthening my grasp on reality, the claw marks healed, skin closing over long, jagged wounds, tendons and bones in my arms rejoining, finally sobering from the attack, I looked around.

I was in an alley lying in my own blood and bile, my wrists still stung but I was alive, I survive the first wave, shadow hunters were naturally stronger than mundanes, but I don't know if I can take this much pain 3 more times. His words flooded through my mind, reminding me that I had to hurry; I only had so little time.

"You have 2 hours to find someone to spend it with, and if you are not back before the alluded time you will die and considering if you still want to protect the downworlder-" the deep voice was calm and collected while still filled with malice, even when being interrupted he was calm and so utterly insane .

"It's Magnus; the downworlders name is Magnus Bane." I spat at him.

"As I was saying, you have 2 hours to spend with anyone of your choosing, and if you are back by the time limit and you make this deal we will drop the charges and the death sentence will be cleared but don't forget-" he leered "You are ours Alexander Lightwood, we have already done a number, but if you fail, the downworlder will die and you will still belong to us after death, you will answer to our calls, listen to our whims," I gulped loudly and my eyes burned as he continued telling me how I would die. "Every thirty minutes the 'object' we have kindly inserted into you will let loose a certain amount of poison, we will set a portal to the institute but you have a specially old rune on you, and you will only be seen by one person, and that one person holds your fate Alexander Lightwood, deal or no deal?"

"Deal."

The voice skittered through his head more than once, you are ours Alexander Lightwood, oh please angel believe me.

I hoisted myself up by the filthy waste bin and staggered closer to the lofts that were now in view, I sent another prayer and clambered up the steep steps and rested my head on the button, pushing it down and ringing loudly throughout Magnus' loft. Please angel let him be home. I had an hour and a half left, since I had to stumble from the institute to Brooklyn and I honestly didn't think I could last a lot longer, my limp is getting more visible the longer it's inside me.

That last attack was so much worse than the first one and if they keep getting more severe I would have to get it out before another oncoming wave hits or I might actually die of pain.

"THIS IS THE HIGH WORLOCK OF BROOKLYN YOU BETTER HAVE A VERY GOOD REASON FOR DESTERBING MY SLEEP," I heard Magnus' familiar boom and felt my lips turn upward despite my current situation before feeling the anxiety creep its way into my very being.

"M-Magnus, it's me, Alec, p-please let m-me in," I stammered, only to be rewarded with silence, "Please, PLEASE MAGNUS, I need this, Please, o-oh angel, please," My voice cracked on the last word as I begged.

"What do you want Alexander, I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to see you anymore, if it has to do with any of your baby siblings I told you the warlock I recommended didn't I? It's very-"

"Magnus PLEASE, It has to be you! I can't go to anyone else j-just please, MAGN-"I was cut short by violent, wet, hacking. I covered my mouth with my hand quickly to stifle the sound, so it wouldn't seem like I'm using any excuse to talk to him. My throat pulsed with aching and I looked at my palm and was horrified by what I saw.

The pale skin contrasted with the stark liquid that was dripping through my fingers, "Oh angel…Magnus I beg of you, open this door this once and I swear by the angel that I will never bother you agai-"more hacking made its way from my throat as I tried to reason with him, feeling my throat open up again, I continued, "again, so PLEASE!" My eyes stung with the possibility of tears as I continued my pleas, if he didn't open this door and I died during any of this or even after he will die, he has to open.

Oh angel.

The door opened and I could have died right then and there, I was struck by his beauty as usual, this was part of the reason I was so insecure, part of the reason I destroyed our relationship, part of the reason I felt like and still feel like dying. Magnus Bane is my existence, and I will gladly sacrifice my life for him, and that happens to be what I'm doing now, but there is no way I will tell him, I just can't it already seems too planned, too fake, too 'perfect' to be anything other than an act, but it wasn't this Is all too real.

Magnus stood a few inches taller than me with his silky, midnight hair was down and smooth, some strands covering his perfect face, which was adorned with no makeup and happened to be a prize to see considering he is both dazzling with it on as much as it is off his face. Arms crossed over a loose mid-rift neon purple tank top showing his very toned and tanned stomach, with the prominent V leading to low riding, black sparkly, pajama pants that are topped off with sparkly, neon green toes.

His eyes were narrowed and his face was full of disdain and boredom as he looked over my sure to be act to get him back, I'm sure that's exactly what it looked like because Izzy had tried some stuff before only fail when he found it was all part of some mysterious plan. I probably looked very fake right now, but I wasn't…he could save his own life right now if he helped me, I don't even care if I die after his death sentence is gone, just as long as he can be free.

"Is this another ploy Alexander, because I assure you if it is you won't like the ending." His voice was like music to my eyes, scorn evident or not, I indulged in heard his speak to me at all.

My eyes skittered around, I remembered one of those monsters saying that they would have people or most likely demons watching me, it's rubbing me wrong considering what I have to deal with every thirty minutes. "Magnus…please l-let me inside, insult me or hurt me or do whatever you want as s-soon as we are inside I don't care, a-actually I welcome your beating, just please let me inside.." I caught a glimpse of his cat eyes widening slightly as he heard those words leave my mouth as he took in my appearance for probably the first time.

Sure I've looked back before in some of Izzy's plans but this by far was so much worse, and I felt worse too. My dark green sweater, aside from once being black and already two sizes too big, was covered in my own blood and had large rips on the chest and arms and blooming dark red marks from the blood that still oozed out of my wrists, now clearly showing through on of the tattered fabric. My dark wash jeans weren't as bad, while still covered in blood and grim had a lot less hole, some around the knees but nothing too bad, but the worst thing was that I had bruises and wounds the encased my milky skin.

Covering his emotion quickly Magnus lead the way to his loft with my stumbling after him on trembling legs he sat on a dull pink love seat, a dull color…wait what?, and watched Alec for any sign of presence.

"Are those fake wounds like last time, because you're dripping on my nice carpet and fake blood stains." Magnus stated boredly, I looked down at my wrist that was now spilling scarlet ooze onto the black and white spotted fluffy carpet, "O-oh, no…um c-can I h-have a to-towel?" I picked up my arm and cradled it to my grimy sweater. He seemed to analyze if I really needed one or not before snapping his fingers and popping an orange towel into my open hand.

I wrapped my arm in orange fluff and tightened my grip on the towel, making me wince, "So are you here for another plan to get me back? Or do you really need help because I told you before that the other warlock can help you." Magnus waited for my reply him face a bleak mask.

"I-it has to be y-you, I-it won't work I-if you're not the one h-helping m-me, p-please just listen to me seriously…" I felt a wave of dizziness wipe over me and I stumbled over to one of the chairs and grabbed tight, it couldn't have already been thirty minutes, oh angel no. I heard the telltale ding of a clock striking twelve, I felt the discomfort slowly form to aching and moving up the latter. "Oh angel no," I squeezed my eyes shut and locked my jaw, hiding any evidence of pain from leaking out. I opened my eyes slightly and gazed at Magnus, his eyes wide, confused, but that was the last I saw before I collapsed and went into another attack.

The waves hit me worse this time, I felt acid burn at my throat, dissolving any muscle and bone and melting its way down my spine and body, sizzling out of every hole that was on my skin. I jerked and convulsed as I felt the familiar stretch of my limbs, breaking any hold that I would have with my flesh and bones as they cracked and disintegrated from the power of the poison. I faintly remember heaving up black tar and letting the pain from my legs dissolving and crunching in on each other, waiting for the clawing to begin, a loud whimper passes through my clenched teeth as I waited for the agony to diminish like it did before, and it did with time but I was still curdled in a fetal position as the pain washed away, and bringing me back to reality.

Magnus was not on the couch anymore, he was beside me and looking frantically around from what wound that the blood was coming from, but he wouldn't find it, the demon poison made me twist in agony mentally not physically, though I still bleed from everything I felt but anything that I will feel is in my head.

I shakily got up with Magnus' help and gazed at him and answered the question that was swirling around in those amazing eyes.

"P-p-peop…le th-that c-call thems…elves t-the council t-took m-m-me, the…y cl…aimed t-that t-they a-are higher than t-th-the clave a-and th…at being g-gay was a w-wrong," I took a deep breath and explained the whole story minus the part that they would kill him if I didn't do this, my voice getting stronger and stronger the more time that passed after the attack.

Magnus stood shocked, half unbelieving and half horrified that they would do something to someone for just being gay. For being gay they had kidnapped me and thoroughly beat me, leaving a bloody mess when they finished and they had raped me, yes they raped me for being gay. They had stuck a demon object' in my bum that leaked a certain amount of demon poison every thirty minutes, and the problem was I couldn't take it off myself, it was set so that if I tried it would send the whole load of poison and I would die within minutes, just like at the end of 2 hours if I wasn't back on time and Magnus of course will die if I failed to complete this 'assignment' as they called it.

I had one more attack then I would die, I had 7 minutes left after explaining everything, I just had to hope he believed me.

Magnus finally snapped out of his reverie and he looked at the ticking grandfather clock in the corner, "5 minutes," he stated still somewhat none believing, I nodded solemnly. We would have to wait after the next wave because if I went into an attack while he was doing it, I would surely die. I waited 5 minutes until I felt the burn and sting of my throat and I launched myself into the bathroom, so Magnus wouldn't have to see another attack, it was bad enough he saw one.

The sensation spread from my finger tips to my toes as agony ripped through me harder and darker than before. I shuddered hard when it was over and flushed the bile down the pipes as I staggered out of the bathroom and saw a huddled shadow on the ground.

I crawled closer and looked at him, his face was in his palms and I heard a strangled sob escape the confines of his hands. "Magnus…" I brushed a piece of hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ear, and let my hand rest on his cheek, my thumb moving softly back and forth, caressing his face. I pulled his hands "It's going to be ok, you're going to be fine," I said while brushing away a stray tear. His head snapped upward "I'm going to be fine?" he questioned, oops, I slipped, I sucked in a breath and looked away.

"Alec, what do you mean I'm? ALEC!" he shouted, "I-I'm sorry, I'm s-so so-sorry," I whimpered and dropped my head, covering my eyes with my dark hair. "What does it mean?!" Magnus demanded, "They th-threatened you, th-they said th-that I-if I don't do t-this…t-they w-would kill you…" Ashamed I felt the tears fall for the first time since I was kidnapped.

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