Betrayal.
Hi, well this is a beginning of a fanfic I might carry on, please leave comments on your opinions, good or bad and whether to carry on, thank you. ;)
Disclaimer- I do not own the mortal instruments series. All characters are created by Cassandra Clare, however, I created the plot.
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Clary's POV:
Life was bliss. I could feel the hot sun warming my eye lids and heating my skin. Slowly I opened my eyes and admired the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Jace's hair beamed in the sunlight creating his blonde curls to become golden. As if he could feel my stares he opened his matching golden eyes. We were lying in a field with beautiful flowers on a lovely day, however, Jace was effortlessly making every beautiful thing in sight look almost disgusting in comparison to his flawless self. Jace's eyes locked to mine seeming like forever until he pushed himself against me and brushed his lips against my cheeks, my forehead and finally my lips. His lips were so soft and warm against mine, if only I could stay like this forever.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ughhhhhhh, for fucks sake. Why is it that my alarm always manages to stop the most pleasant dreams? I slammed my hand against the alarm clock. It read 9:15. Only a few hours before I can meet Jace again. Drearily I dragged myself out of bed. The sunlight beamed through the small window beside my bed, bouncing off all my white walls and sketches. the light was blinding. Squinting my eyes I sat up on the side of my bed, facing a mirror. Jesus. Im surprised it didn't crack. Note to self, never sleep with makeup on again! I quickly rubbed away my black sleep from my drooping eyes and stripped out of my black tank top and shorts. I yanked on my blue woollen jumper- Jace's favourite, and my leggings whilst quickly applying mascara and foundation. I grabbed my coat and snood and ran down stairs shoving a brush through my red mess of hair. Quickly checking my appearance in the downstairs bathroom, sadly, to my dismay, instead of my hair looking elegant, I looked like the lion from C.S Lewis' novel, god curly hair can be annoying. Grabbing a hat to cover it I ran out the door heading towards the institute to meet Alec and Izzy.
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Alec's POV:
"Where the fuck is she?" Isabel screamed pacing around the room. "Izzy" I tried to say as reassuringly as I could "she'll be here soon". With a harsh look and a large huff, Izzy stopped staring at me and continued pacing along the corridor. Izzy's dark hair was in a messy bun showing her white scars. I've never seen her in such a state, her clothes needed to be ironed and she had no makeup on. I could tell she wasn't expecting great news, and although I was hopeful, I wasn't either.
That moment Clary burst through the doors, red faced and short of breath "sorry" she tried to make out while stomping the snow off her boots "train got delayed". Her usually pale face was blotchy from the heat change, she looked thinner than usual and looked sick with worry, I couldn't imagine what would happen if it was Magnus and I in this situation, although I'm not sure Magnus would feel the same way. I was day dreaming until Izzy replied to Clary's innocent statement bluntly by saying "You should be, do you even care?". I returned her previous bitter stare and looked reassuringly towards Clary.
"Don't worry, we've got ages yet, she's just a bit agitated today." I spotted her not very well hidden hurt facial expression from that statement when Izzy continued her pacing. "You look freezing Clary, do you want some tea?" Clary's glace broke away from Isabel and looked towards me as warmly as she could considering the situation we're in, "Yes please" she responded and started following me towards the kitchen, meeting church along the way.
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Jace's POV.
10:17, okay, 43 minutes till the last hearing. The bed here is incredibly uncomfortable and disregarding the amount the amount of complaints, the silent brothers have not invested in any type of heating or a softer bed. I moved my hands from the brass, black head board onto my freezing face. How I wish I could speak to Clary before the judgement. I wish I could kiss her soft lips and look into her memorizing green eyes one more time and act as if this decision wouldn't define the rest of our lives. I looked up at the clock 10:57. Time's up.
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Clary's POV:
Breath in… Breath out… in … out
It seemed like every pair of eyes were glaring at me. I made my way through the court room staring at my shoes and squeezing my hand tight against Izzy's. I wish Simon was here. In only a few minutes I will know of Jace's fate.
In… out … in … out…
The inquisitor walked in followed by Izzy's and Alec's dad. I haven't seen him since the Alicante crisis. His hair had become more grey and his mouth was in a hard line defining his stress marks and wrinkles on his face. He almost looked like a completely different person. A few others followed him but I recognised none of the rest. Jace enter the court room last. His golden hair looked colourless and his curly hair looked deflated. We met glares and stared at one another and I felt tears well up in my eyes, he remained that way until he was roughly turned away by a heartless guard.
"All stand to hear the verdict"
I raised with the others and although our bad start I grabbed Alec's hand as well as Izzy's and closed my eyes as tight as I could.
"Jonathon Christopher Herondale… the court finds you guilty of offences against the law and treason. Jonathon Herondale, your actions against the law leave us no choice. We sentence you death."
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