CHAPTER 1:
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Alec lay on his side, pale and unmoving. The fight against Abbadon raged on in the background but all Jace could focus on was Alec. His deep blue eyes were wide open and staring, vacant of the usual sparkle Alec's eyes had always held. Blood bubbled up at his rose lips as Alec attempted to move. Jace ran towards Alec, feeling desperate. Tears pricked at the end of his vision which hadn't happened since he was 10 years old. Alec was his parabatai, his best friend, his brother. And now it was his fault that Alec was practically dead. If Jace hadn't been so reckless, jumping out at Abbadon without thinking, Alec wouldn't be in this position.

Suddenly, there was a light so bright that Jace had to cover both his and Alec's eyes with his hands. Jace turned to see Simon standing in the doorway, Alec's bow in his hand. Glancing upwards, Jace saw that the rat boy had destroyed the skylight with an arrow, allowing light to rush in through the dirty windows. Abbadon screamed, and writhed in pain before dissolving into a pile of ash.

For a moment, the room was quiet. Clary stood up and clung to Simon, hugging his scrawny frame. A deep pain hung in his chest, tightening it's grip on Jace's heart. Jealousy. An emotion Jace hadn't felt in a long time. Isabelle began to crawl towards her fallen brother, calling his name desperately. Jace noticed that Alec's eyes had closed and worried, Jace pressed two fingers to the base of his throat, his heart leaping when he found practically no pulse. Jace swore under his breath and pulled Alec's top over his head, which wasn't hard as Alec weighed even less than Clary somehow. Although Jace would never admit it, Alec had much better muscles than Jace, strongly defined against his slim build and porcelain skin. Jace's breath caught in his throat as he saw three large, deep cuts running through the whole of Alec's chest. Jace heard Isabelle gasp and he looked over, confused.

"The runes aren't working!" Isabelle exclaimed, tears running down her face, smudging her mascara.

Clary had a hand over her mouth, looking shocked and somewhat horrified.

Hastily, Jace picked Alec up bridal style, and smiled slightly as Alec's head knocked against Jace's broad shoulders and stayed there. Running out of the room, he yelled at Simon to open the van.

In a moment they were all seated and the mundane had started the car and shot off down the street.

"Ring Hodge." Jace told Clary, shouting "NOW!" when she hesitated.

Only Alec could get Jace so worried that hewould shout at Clary.

Jace and Isabelle sat in the back of the van, exchanging worried glances, in fear of what would happen to their brother.

Finally, they reached the institute. Before the van had even stopped, Jace jumped out of the vehicle, Alec still in his arms, and rushed towards the infirmary, his heart pounding.

Gently, Jace lowered Alec onto the nearest bed before rushing off to find some alcohol to clean the wounds. Thankfully, there was still some left in the medicine cupboard and so Jace began to pour it out onto some cotton pads. Jace winced as he sat back down next to Alec. This was going to hurt. Cautiously, Jace pressed the burning liquid against the deep cuts which scarred Alec's chest. Jace frowned when Alec didn't even flinch at the pain of his cuts being cleaned. Although he was worried, Jace began to clean the rest of Alec's wounds, becoming more and more frantic when Alec remained still the whole time. Sighing, Jace sat back in the chair beside Alec's bed, clinging onto his hand.

A hand on his shoulder startled him from his thoughts and Jace looked around to see Clary.

"What?" Jace asked, not caring if he was being rude.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for Alec to get hurt." Clary told him, her green eyes watering.

Jace rolled his eyes before answering, "I don't know why mundane always insist on saying sorry when it was something they had no control over."

Clary went to say something but was interrupted by Isabelle pushing her out of the way to stand next to Jace.

Isabelle looked horrendous, but Jace doubted he looked any better. His parabatai rune ached and throbbed. It was painful but it reassured him that Alec was still alive... for now anyways. Isabelle's makeup was running down her beautiful face, and her dark eyes were red and rimmed with shadows.

"Magnus is coming." Isabelle finally said, her voice raw and scratchy.

Jace was surprised. Why would Magnus want to help? But then Jace remembered the way Magnus had looked at Alec, his eyes surprised and pleased when it was Alec who comforted him about his parents. Jace hadn't even thought of doing anything to help Magnus. He doubted anyone else had to. But Alec had never been like the average shadowhunter. He was shy and kind, handsome in a way no one else was but he never tried to show himself off his beauty like his siblings had. Although he tried to hide himself away from the world, his raven black hair always hanging infront of his eyes, and his slim build covered in large comfortable jumpers, the world always saw him. When he walked into a room, everyone's eyes were always drawn to Alec, their eyes full of lust and wonder. No-one had looked twice at Jace and Isabelle, their gazes always set on Alec who had never liked attention. Alec always assumed that they were always looking at his two siblings, after all they were the two who were more confident and outgoing. But there had always been something so captivating about Alec, from the graceful way he walked, to the light blush which would always appear on his snow coloured skin when he was embarrassed. Which was admittedly, most of the time.