Hello! So, this is just a little idea that popped into my head while I was eating dinner and I decided to give it a shot. I'm not really sure where it's going, but if you guys like it, I'll continue with it.

If you don't, tough cookies :P

DISCLAIMER: Everything except the plot belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Into Oblivion

The guys that surrounded me were ragged looking and smelled like onions. The biggest one had teeth that were rotting in his head, and the knife glinted dangerously in his great paw as he gestured violently at me.

'Give us your wallet,' he growled. My back was pressed against the bricks of the alley and everything was shadowed slightly, like the alley had sucked all light out, leaving only shadows and mould behind. The six guys were fanned out in a ragged semi-circle in front of me. One or two, including the big one, had knives whilst the others just had their fists and sneering faces. Some of them looked no older than me, and the sight of them, rugged and homeless, made something like sadness spark inside me. I didn't let it show on my face.

Slowly, I let my hand drop to my pocket, sliding my empty wallet out of my pocket. The muggers didn't know it, but I had about as much cash as them.

Tomorrow was pay day.

I calmly and silently pulled my liscense from the wallet, sliding it into my back pocket before I tossed it on the ground in front of the muggers.

'It's empty,' I told them honestly as a skinny looking guy darted forward, rifling though the wallet eagerly, his bony shoulders sagging when he realised I was telling the truth.

The big guy growled and took a threatening step forward, thrusting the knife in front of him. I regarded him coolly, even though my entire body was tensed up for the fight I knew was about to come.

'What're you playin' at, you little shit?' He grunted, sending a waft of sour smelling breath in my direction. I blinked in apparent offense.

'Now now, no need to swear, there could be children around.'

The big guy growled again and suddenly lunged forward, fists outstretched, the knife slashing wildly. I ducked swiftly to the side, so swiftly in fact that he slammed into the brick wall with a surprised shout. I didn't even have time to laugh. The other six guys were on me, fists and legs flying as they tried to land a hit.

None of them succeeded and within three minutes, at least three of them were lying groaning on the ground. The other four - big guy included - hesitated for a moment.

'Come on then,' I taunted. 'Or is it too much for you? Perhaps I should tie my hands behind my back, make it even.'

Cliched maybe, but it worked.

The remaining four charged as one and we were at it all over again. I twisted the big guy's wrist, sending his knife flying and followed it up with an elbow to the chin. He flew backwards with the force of it, stone cold, but I had already turned my attention to the others. It seemed that they would be following their unconscious mates, when a flash of bright red caught the corner of my eye and I was distracted. I faltered, and that slight hesitation was all the mugger needed. His fist rushed clumsily towards my face, I twisted, but his leather covered knuckles slammed across my temple, sending me spinning dizzily to the side. Shock surged through me. I struggled to regain my balance through the pain in my head and turned to the muggers, only to see a blur of red and blue and white attacking them fiercely.

Pain exploded through the side of my head as I tried to step forward. Damn, that guy had got me good. I staggered, reaching out a hand to steady myself against the wall just as the last mugger dropped to the ground like a sack of bricks and his attacker turned to face me.

To say I was shocked by what I saw was an understatment.

The person who stood before me was about five foot nothing, pale with rich red hair that danced in curls around her face. Yes, her face. And she was possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen or ever will see.

And right now, that girl's face was creased with worry. At me. I swayed on my feet, wanting to say something, but my mouth felt like it was full of cotton.

'Whoa, there,' the girl said, rushing forward to grasp my elbow. Goose-bumps raced up my arm, along with a spark of heat and I heard her gasp, dropping my arm like it burned her and I knew she felt it too.

I gaped at the girl, before her raised eyebrows stunned some sense into me. I closed my mouth with a snap, along with my eyes (without the snap) and leaned against the wall.

'I'm fine,' I muttered, suddenly furious with myself. Where had smooth, sarcastic Jace Lightwood gone? Oh, that's right, he was knocked out with the rest of the muggers, leaving this stumbling fool behind.

'I don't think you are,' the girl said doubtfully, her fingers on my arm again, and then I felt them skimming across the side of my head. I could feel a kind of wetness trickling down the side of my cheek. I didin't answer her, just focused on not throwing up.

'Look, I think you have concussion.' The girl was speaking again and I forced myself to listen. 'Um, can you walk?'

'Uh...I think so,' I murmured, taking a single step away from the wall. Immediately, dizziness and nausea rushed through me and beore I knew it, my breakfast was lying on the pavement below me. I heard the girl gasp, felt hands on my back, but the world was bucking ferociously, sending me flying through the air and falling through the earth until I gave in completely to oblivion.

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From,
Blue :)