This is just an idea I got and wanted to try it out. An AU the characters so far are AH but that might change.

JPOV (Jace)

It was a battle, well more like a fight, an argument. Picked with the wrong guy. Usually these little fistfights were easy to win; I didn't work out for nothing. But he had the advantage, one second he was about to be defeated but now the tables have turned. I would call it unfair but that would be a lie, I got distracted. And let me tell you Jace Herondale very rarely gets distracted in a fistfight. Soon he had me defenseless with the exact move I use to win all my fights. Good thing no one was here to watch, that would just be shamming, Jace Herondale losing in the realms he owns. Even if the opponent was twice his size and weighed more than a bulldozer, he was no exception to my super skills.

The position he had me pinned in a very difficult one to escape from, no doubt I would know. But I refused to give up and let this dude get all the glory, so I tried again. My other escape methods haven't been very effective, but I was sure this one would be better. I had never tried one in a real fight, just with the dummies hung up at the gym in my basement. I was very complicated and required a series of steps.

I heard sirens ringing in the distance. Even though we were now in a dark alley it started on the street and a neighborhood Granny probably called the police.

Shit, how would I explain this to my parents? This isn't the first time I have gotten into Violent street fights, but they had let me off with one last warning - which I happened to waste anyways.

I quickly kicked him in the nuts as hard as I could. He released his death grip on me to hold his balls crouching over in pain. I punched him in the face and heard a crack. He looked up at me, his nose dripping blood, "You Bitchy Bastard!"

I smiled at his phrasing, "Here's the thing, you tell no one, I tell no one. No harm no foul, right?" The teenager was speechless, "thought so. Tristan, I want your sister and what I want I get. I am fucking Jace Herondale. I will come and get her, and if you tell anyone about this, BAM your whole family is dead. Ready? Set? Go!"

I straightened up and looked at the opening of the alley, where the sounds of sirens were quickly approaching. I looked down at Tristan Fellnor once more then sprinted down the end of the alley way disappearing into the shadows within.

Tristan didn't come to school the following day, he was questioned by the police but as far as I know didn't sell me out, I mean I'm still here right? Not in jail or wherever they put muggers and gang jonnies, robber and murderers. I didn't fit in any of those categories though, I am not a mugger, never joined a gang never shop lifted and never killed a human soul. I had my reasons for what I was doing.

I was sitting in math class and barely heard the bell ring. Everyone, including the teacher, filed out leaving me all alone. It was lunch period and my lunch was in my locker at the top floor, didn't really feel like walking there.

Suddenly my vision went all yellow and red. I stood abruptly wiping at my eyes. When it didn't go away it got worse, I was seeing almost every color of the rainbow.

Then my feet started feeling all hot and burning. I started yelling for help, it hurt more than any fight I had entered, the burning and colors haunting my senses.

Three teachers came in with worried and panicked expressions on their face. I couldn't hear what they were saying but their mouths were moving. It was as if all my senses disappeared. I was freaking out; it was so uncharacteristic for me. I never freaked out like this I am freaking Jace Herondale.

One teacher franticly left and returned a minute later with a long anesthetic looking needle. He went behind me and jabbed it into my arm. I saw kids at the door staring at the commotion with curious expressions some with cameras for the school journal, don't these people have a life?

Soon the whole scene faded away and my rainbow vision, burning sensation and hearing lose slipped into the darkness as well.

I woke up in a strange bed, everything back to normal. I try to sit up but a big firm hand pushes me back down. I turn to see my father staring down at me with red eyes from lack of sleep.

"It's my entire fault, if we haven't been so strict with you this wouldn't be happening," he seemed torn by whatever was happening.

"What's going on?" I ask extremely curious.

He looked deep into my eyes, his dark brown on my gold, "Son, everyone thinks that after the incident yesterday, you need to stay in a group home for a while. You know, gather yourself, get back to normal and all that jazz.I only want what is best for you Jonathan."

Damn it me, Jace Herondale, in a group home? Damn it.

It was short sorry!

Should I continue? Yes or NO?

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