Behind These Eyes
Part One
Hai there ^^ This is my first fic with an OC, I hope It's not too bad.
As I twisted, squirmed, and pushed in a last, desperate attempt to escape the Things grip, I pleaded with my mind, with my sanity, 'This is not happening. It's not real.'
As the tortured screams tore apart my heart and soul, I stood there, still, eyes closed, foolishly trying to convince myself 'This is just a nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Everything will be back to normal'
But for Elsie Lightwood, nothing will ever be normal again.
That morning started as normal as any other. Elsie awoke very early, like most days, but stayed lying in her soft bed, listing to her brothers gentle snoring. Herself and Braedon, her identical twin brother, had lived in the institute most of their lives; the Lightwoods had took them in when they were orphaned at a young age. At least, that was what they had been told. Neither Elsie of Braedon remembers anything about their parents, or life outside the institute. However, the absence of parents had brought them closer, they were extremely close, they never even argued. In fact, they were inseparable. Either one would have given their life for the other without a second thought.
A muffled rustle of bedcovers indicated that her brother was awake, although it had took Elsie a minute to snap out of her dream-like state and realise it. Looking over at her brother was like looking at a masculine version of herself, with a few extra inches of height. His light brown hair, messy from sleep, reached his shoulders, mostly straight, with wild flicks at the ends. Her hair was just slightly longer. His pale, freckled face was attractive, but not quite beautiful, as it glowed slightly in the weak sunlight shining through the window. His baby blue eyes, still half-closed, always seemed to be dancing with happiness, even at this ungodly hour he had awoke. He groggily sat up, smiled his usual smile at his sister, then dragged himself over to the bathroom.
Elsie suddenly awoke to strong sunlight beaming in her face, not remembering falling back asleep. Taking only a few minutes dressing, she made her way through the long witchlight-lit corridor to the kitchen. Already sitting at the table was her brother, and three others. Alec, Isabelle and Jace, three of her best friends, who she lived in the institute with. Pouring herself a bowl of cereal, she noticed they were all in their black hunting gear.
"Come on, come on, we haven't got all day!" Jace bugged her, "We've already been waiting ages". Impatient as usual, Jace hadn't changed much in all the years she had knew him.
"Where are we going?" she asked, mouth full of cereal.
"There's a Dragonidae demon waiting for us somewhere" He replied, prodding her to make her eat faster.
"Somewhere? Gee, that's accurate, Jace."
"Well, we'll just have to search for it".
Perhaps an hour or two later, Elsie found her and her brother turning down a long, dark alleyway, searching for traces of the demon. They knew what they were looking for, having done this plenty of times before. Strange footprints, charred objects, perhaps a little blood.
What they wasn't expecting was a harsh, low voice, perhaps better defined as a growl, of "Nephilim, you are not welcome here"
Both jumped slightly, before sprinting for the opposite end of the alleyway, then abruptly stopping, realising their escape was blocked. Two black clad, hooded figures towered over them. Elsie's heart seemed to skip a beat in fear, she looked around, frantically searching for a means of escape. It wasn't possible, the brick walls either side were too high; They would have to fight. The tallest figure proceeded to Elsie, who tried to back away, the back of her head painfully coming into contact with the cold, hard wall.
"Get away from her," a defensive voice growled. Head pounding, it took her a few moments to realise it had come from her brother, who was pulling out a blade from his weapons belt.
"Oooh, he's being brave" mocked the figure, before closing Its grip on Elsie, who stood rooted to the spot, paralysed with fear.
"He'll just have to go down first, then" said the other, Its - no, his - voice dripping with bloodlust. Vampires? The thing reached for something in its belt, which glittered in the feeble sun rays, disproving her theory.
The Thing stepped towards her brother, who shakily held his own weapon in front of him, his face frozen in shock, his eyes, usually sparkling with laughter, were full of the deepest fear. Demons, they could fight, they could kill, without fear, without guilt. But this was different, they were human - at least, partly. A horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach proved that Elsie knew her brother could not fight these.
The sound of metal on metal pulled Elsie out of her slight daze, but the sound was not what she had hoped, it wasn't her brother fighting. The thing holding her had thrown something, knocking the weapon out of her brothers hands. Him weapon less, and her, held back in an iron grip, she knew she was going to die.
Adrenaline finally pulsing through her veins, she twisted, squirmed, and pushed in a last, desperate attempt to escape the Things grip, doing so, she pleaded with her mind, with her sanity, 'This is not happening. It's not real.'
As the twisted, tortured screams of a voice she knew only too well tore apart her heart and soul, she stood there, still, eyes closed, foolishly trying to convince herself 'This is just a nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Everything will be back to normal'
Slowly, reluctantly trying to force her eyes open, she need not have. She knew he was dead. But actually seeing it was a thousand times worse. Seeing her brother, who she loved so dearly, lying on the cold, dirty ground, lifeless blue eyes still open in shock, a pool of dark liquid slowly forming around him, was worse than she could ever imagined.
Fighting back tears, something inside her snapped. Seeing red, she prised herself out of the grip she was held in, and launched herself at the figure. Within barely a minute, both figures were lying dead on the floor, but not before one had struck her back. Closing her eyes in pain, trying to ignore the image of her brother lying dead seemingly branded onto the back of her eyelids, his scream still ringing in her ears, she fell uncontrollably into the darkness.
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