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You Know my Name
Song fic: You Know my name, Chris Cornell. Moments of action before Jace met Clary.
If You Take A Life, Do You Know What You'll Give
Odds Are, You Won't Like What It Is
When The Storm Arrives, Would You Be Seen With Me
By The Merciless Eyes I've Deceived
Blood was dripping from the deep gash on his forhead leaving a gooey streak of scarlet down the side of his grubby face. He staggered forward, jeans caked in thick mud and t-shirt splattered with the moss-coloured grime. He raised an aching hand, fist clenched around a shining seraph blade. It glowed threateningly, making him feel powerful; invincible. With a quick, fluid motion he flung the blade into the demons gut
I've Seen Angels Fall From Blinding Heights
But You Yourself Are Nothing So Divine
Just Next In Line
He sprinted across the flat roof of a tall apartment block; occasionally turning his head to check that they were looked inside the building. His blond hair was matted and filthy; Sweat made his t-shirt cling to his chest, making him uncomfortably sticky. He panted heavily as he ran towards the edge. He stopped abruptly, peering over the edge at the steep drop below
5 stories…
He didn't feel fear. He could do this. A roar erupted a few feet behind him; he whirled around to see a pack of extremely pissed-off werewolves. They stopped, alarmed when they saw him standing on the edge of the building.
The pack leader stepped forward, hesitantly. Jace grinned to himself.
"Now son, we didn't mean…take a step forward, mate. We won't hurt you"
He smirked and moved one foot back slightly. All he had to do was move his other foot and he would be falling through the muggy night air, towards the grey concrete below; towards his death.
"Don't be stupid, mate… No! Wait! Stop!"
Jace stepped backwards and he was flying.
Arm Yourself Because No-one Else Here Will Save You
The Odds Will Betray You
And I Will Replace You
You Can't Deny The Prize; It May Never Fulfill You
It Longs To Kill You
Are You Willing To Die
The Coldest Blood Runs Through My Veins
You Know My Name
He was dressed all in black, shiny metal knives winked menacingly in the neon light of chinatown. Alec and Isabelle trailed behind him, less eager for the fight than he was. He strode foreward confidently..
He was a cold-hearted killer, he knew that. Killing was what he was good at, was what he had been taught to do. And even if he didn't want to be a Shadow hunter, he had made a name for himself. He couldn't back out now, he never could. Being one of the Nephillim was his whole life, he would carry on until death. He knew that Alec thought that maybe he wanted to die.
Maybe he did.
If You Come Inside, Things Will Not Be The Same
When You Return To My Night
If You Think You've Won
You Never Saw Me Change
The Game That We Have Been Playing
I've Seen Diamonds Cut Through Harder Men
Than You Yourself
But If You Must Pretend
You May Meet Your End
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