Ok so, this was a spur of the moment idea that just popped into my head while I was watching 'It's Complicated' starring Meryl Streep and some other old dude. Don't ask why. I just saw a certain mental image of Jace explaining to Clary the reason for his behavior and begging her to understand. (Understand what?) To be honest, I have no idea where this story is going. I know what i want to happen but I don't know how to get there. I decided to post this up first as a prologue, to see how much of a reaction I get from it. So, i'll try to summarize it as best as I can.

Summary: A month into their relationship, Clary finds herself lost and confused as Jace breaks up with her out of the blue. She'd be somewhat fine with it, if she didn't know he was hiding something. For a while now, she's been noticing the way he glances out the window every so often. How he wears jackets two sizes too big to cover up whatever he is hiding underneath. How often he goes out and doesn't return until late at night, almost morning, worn out and tired. He's grown quiet and distant, hardly speaking to her, let alone looking at her. And when he breaks up with her, she notices how he begs, how desperate he is to leave her. As Clary slowly starts to discover the kind of situation Jace has gotten into, she realizes that it's way beyond her ability to help him. She wants to help him. But how can she when Jace refuses to let her in? (All characters are human)

Ugh, okay. This summary sucks, go ahead and say it. But it only sucks because I myself have no idea what's going on in my little messed up head.

Clary woke up with a start, her mind still fuzzy from sleep. She felt a warm breath caressing her ear and turned her head slightly, only to discover the nose of a boy lying next to her, his closed eyes still slightly red and puffy, his soft, warm mouth free from all stress. As she watched him, she noticed how his blonde bed head hair, mussed from last nights actions, flowed around him like a halo.

The bed sheet had fallen down around their feet, giving Clary a good view of his bare chest. He had a nice golden tan layering his body, as well as blonde hairs so fine, it made him look like he had no hair at all. Tentatively, she ran a hand down his chest, tracing the small, uneven patterns across his skin.

Scars.

So many scars peppered across his perfect tanned skin.

These imperfections made up the only man she had ever loved more than a family member.

Jace.

Her Jace.

People, girls mostly, said he looked like a god of some kind. Clary used to think that as well, up until this moment. God didn't even come close to how he looked right now. With his face so calm, so relaxed, all the anger drained gone, he looked like an angel.

A noise filtered in through the cracked door of Clary's bedroom, breaking through her day dreaming reverie. Puzzled, she glanced at the clock on her bedside table which reads 6:42AM. Slowly, she raises herself up to a sitting position, gently removing Jace's arm from around her waist.

As soon as her bare feet touch the cold hard tile floors of her room, a shiver raced up her spine, causing goose bumps to rise out on the skin of her arms. The black over sized t-shirt she wears only goes down to mid-thigh, and it's thin, it also smells like Jace. Sunshine, sweat, and metal.

The sound comes again, harder; it's a sound that Clary recognizes almost instantly.

'Who the hell is knocking on my door at 6 o'clock in the morning?'

The cold draft of the morning air seeps in through the crack on the bottom of the front door. Through the light that filters in, Clary can see the shadow of two legs smeared across the fake wooden floorboards.

A third knock on wood. This one louder and more insistent than the last two, as if the unknown person on the other side of it is using his or her fist to hit the door.

Clary stops in front of the door, a sudden feeling of unease coursing through her. She has no explanation other than instinct that tells her not to open the door, to crawl back in her warm bed with Jace and leave the person standing outside. She doesn't understand it at all, she has no past relations with people of any kind belonging to the wrong group, other than Jace that is. But she can't ignore that feeling deep in the pit of her stomach that is warning her against the dangers that lie ahead. That is telling her to be cautious, to be wary.

But when has she ever listened?

Taking one more step, she reaches out and wraps her hand around the doorknob, the sweat on her palm making it difficult to turn it. When the door swings fully open, exposing the figure standing behind it, Clary can do nothing but stop and stare. Her feet are frozen to the ground and it feels as if all the air has left her lungs, making it difficult to breathe.

There's a man standing outside her apartment.

There was a man with a gun.

There was a gunshot.

Then there was blackness.

Yay? Nay? Should I continure or shouldn't I? Have I gotten your attention enough to leave a review?

The next chapter, if i decide to write one depending on how much attention the prologue gets, will not be coming as soon as I hoped. School is starting soon and I might be a litle crowded with *gulp* homework.

So *bites nails nervously* Review please? The decision of the next chapter is solely based on the lovely people who have taken the time to read this and have reviewed honestly.

Constructive critisizm is highly welcomed. =D