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PROLOUGE
Three hundred years ago, America was a democracy, and there was a president.
Two hundred ninety nine years ago, all of that changed.
Now there is a dictator, named Robert Lightwood. There is also a resistance, those who do not agree with the law. Robert believes the world had been corrupted far too long. He has a team, slaughtering those who dare break the law, and anyone resisting of course. His two sons and daughter are in that team. The world has become chaos, the resistance slowly decreasing in numbers. The team supposedly keeps everything under control, and it was worked so far. Anyone who wishes to join Robert in the new society he has made, has to be worthy. He tested his children, and all others.
People joined the society, if they needed hospitals, or food. They joined Robert because they had to, because without a home or food, or hospitals, they would all die. You are never to steal, you are never to object or disobey. By now Alec Lightwood should be dead. His father doesn't know everything however much he thinks he does.
Simon was on a mission.
He was accompanied by his two best friends, Magnus and Clary. The resistance was small, but they all needed food, something they never had enough of. There was a grocery store, they were headed to. They were equipped to steal all they needed. Magnus drove, Simon in the passenger seat and Clary in the back. They all had brought weapons, concealed well in their jackets and clothes. Simon wished he could get his hands on a bow, but that was not going to happen. It was kind of hard to conceal a bow within his clothing. The store was miles away from the hideout, which was located in the middle of the forest, very well concealed by brush and trees. The city was something Simon had come to despise, because all things bad happened there. His mother had been killed in front of his eyes, because of a disagreement about something Simon couldn't remember. He had run, and found Clary, practically in the same situation. Simon didn't know what happened, but she was without parents, like a good number of the resistance.
The problem was, the store was in the middle of town. That meant lots of sneaking around and blending in. It was close to 3 am already, and the store was closed a long time was an expert at picking locks now, with a only a bobby pin. The three of them had been on the same mission numerous times already, and it had been successful. They had had one encounter with the society, but it was only one man against three. Well, two boys and one girl. Magnus was eighteen, Clary was sixteen, and Simon was seventeen. They made a good team though.
The store was dimly lit by the streetlights, so they had all brought flashlights, so they could see what they were stealing. Learned that the hard way...
He and Clary stood waiting as Magnus bent over the lock, working at it with one of Clary's bobby pins.
"Done." He announced, grinning. This was how it always went. Magnus would pick the lock, Clary would be constantly guarding them with a knife, and Simon gathered the food. Once the doors were open, they grabbed a cart, stuffing it full with supplies. They also stole first aid supplies as well, because the resistance could never get enough bandages. Clary and Magnus helped load the supplies into the back off the van. Clary shut the back door, making a loud noise. She was short, so she had to jump to shut it.
"Clary!" Magnus whispered furiously.
"Sorry". She said with a guilty look on her face.
Clary screamed, when the arrow hit her. There was now a bloody rip in her white tee, a red stain quickly spreading, from her shoulder.
Simon whirled, and saw an oncoming horde of society members, armed with various weapons.
This, was bad.
Alec had found himself in the middle of chaos. He had lost Isabelle and Jace in the fighting, which maybe was a good thing. He was approached by a tall skinny boy, no older than he was, with brown hair and dark eyes. He was holding a wicked long sword, pointed towards Alec. He dodged his first swing, and the second caught the edge of his shirt, tearing a wide hole. He brought out his own blade, swinging it high, and getting the other boy's ankle, but it would only leave a scratch. Alec kicked the sword out of the boy's hand, and it slide by his own feet. He picked it up before the boy had a chance to. He was cornering the boy on one the side of the building, where no one was near him. He was eyeing the sword, like he was thinking of a way to snatch it. He handed the sword back to the boy and whispered
"Go."
"What?" His voice was rich with disbelief.
"GO. run!" He said, and the boy took his sword, and ran for the crowd. He was not going to hurt anyone, especially the resistance. Without it, everything would always be the same. He only stayed because Robert and his family were there. He knew Robert would cut his throat if he found out he had let the boy free. But honestly, Alec really didn't care.
Alec fell to his knees, dizziness washing over him. The world was a blur around him, colors and shapes. He realized the cut had been deeper than he had realized, and he had lost alot of blood. The last thing he saw before the darkness, was his friends fighting, maybe losing their lives.
Then he was out.
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Simon was shocked. Nobody ever beat him in battle, except Clary or Magnus. Everyone thought he was weak, but he had proved them otherwise, in training and in fights.
He was also shocked about the boy, the one with black hair and blue eyes, who had let him go, and not killed him. He had held Simon's blade in his hands, and not killed him. The boy he knew was from the opposing side, he wore the uniform they always did, all black. Simon had been saying his last prayers then.
Why?
The society had left, and the resistance was beginning to leave as well. The resistance had outnumbered the small group of society had come to their rescue when Magnus had called.
His eyes scanned the grocery store, watching for any remaining society members, that were going to jump out at him. He saw a dark heap in the alleyway he had fought the boy in, and walked over to look. The boy's eyes were closed, but Simon knew who he was.
The boy who hadn't killed him.
There was a small pool of blood where his left arm lay, but he looked fine otherwise. Simon could tell he was alive, form the steady rise and fall of his chest. But he was losing blood, and quickly. He shouted for Magnus and Clary, who were waiting for the him by the van. They came seconds later, brandishing their weapons. Simon pointed down, to the boy.
"Is he dead?" Magnus asked, raising a foot to kick him. Simon held up a hand.
"NO!" Simon said. Magnus and Cary looked confused.
"He's a society member, Simon. Leave it." Magnus said, turning away. Simon grabbed his arm.
"Listen. He was kind of staying out of the fight, then I attacked him. He beat me, had me cornered. He also had my weapon. I was saying my last words in my head, when he handed me my sword and told me to run. He had gotten the wound before hand, I think with one of Clary's knives. He must have lost too much blood." Simon said.
"Really? Why?" Magnus asked.
"I don't know. Guess he didn't want to kill anyone." Simon said.
They ended up laying the unconscious boy into the back of the van, right next to Magnus. He had gotten a wound on his hand, and didn't think he could drive. The boy's arm had continued to bleed, and Simon was getting worried.
He hoped he'd made it.
Magnus thought Simon was crazy, he had to be. But Simon had sounded so sincere, and truthful. Simon just didn't lie, not to them. Somewhere during the ride, the boy came to. He arched his back, his eyes flying open. Magnus stifled a gasp. He had the most beautiful eyes, the best shade of blue. His hand went to his shoulder, and he cried out in pain. It must have been a deep cut. It probably hurt like hell too.
"Where am I?" He said, in a surprisingly clear voice.
Clary looked back, her eyes wide. Simon's eyes were focused on the road.
It was Clary that answered.
"With the resistance." She said.
He sat up again, biting his lip. Magnus saw pain in his eyes.
"The resistance?" He echoed.
"Yeah." Simon said.
"I recognize your voice. It was you in the alley wasn't it?" The boy said.
"Yeah." Simon said again. He expected the boy to be freaking out, trying to escape. But he only sighed.
"Um, It would have been better if you left me there." He said.
"But you would have died." Simon said.
"Yeah." He said back, with complete sincerity. Magnus was surprised. The boy acted like he didn't value his own life much.
"They might come looking though. It could be bad if they can track me. I don't know where your going, but I think it would ruin the resistance if your hideaway or whatever was given away." He said quietly. Magnus didn't say anything.
"Why do you care?" Asked Clary.
"uh." Was his brilliant response.
"Do you think they would come looking for you?" Simon asked.
"Yeah." Answered the boy.
"Why? Your just a solider." Said Clary.
"The thing is, I - uh have people who might want to find me." The boy said.
"Why?Who?" Questioned Clary.
"My dad, my siblings." He answered.
"What's your name?" Asked Simon.
"Alec." He said.
"What's your last name?" Asked Clary.
Alec hesitated. Alec. Magnus wondered if it was short for Alexander.
"Lightwood." He slammed on the brakes, and turned to look at Alec.
"As in, Robert Lightwood?" Simon asked.
"Yeah." Alec said.
"We have to kill him." Clary said. Kill him?
"Go right ahead." Alec said, his arm twitching.
Clary unsheathed her knife. Alec didn't even look surprised. Alec got out from the van, and Clary followed him. Alec stopped, facing Clary. Clary lunged at Alec, and Alec didn't move. He just did nothing. Clary slapped him, Then Cut his knee open. Her eyes were burning with fury. Simon and Magnus were also out of the car. Simon stood, his hands in his pockets. Magnus stood frozen, in horror. as she going to kill a boy, not fighting back. She kicked Alec, and he fell to his knees, blood pouring from his arm and now his knee. Clary lunged again this time, catching Alec shirt. The black material ripped open, blood seeping through the wound. Alec was kneeling, his eyes grabbed Clary as she swung, to deliver a more harmful blow. Tears were falling from her eyes. He knew she hated Robert Lightwood, as everyone did. But Alec wasn't responsible for the situation. The boy was standing upright now, his eyes watering.
"That hurt dammit! I though you were going to-" He said, then his eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground. He had lost alot of blood. Clary was sobbing.
"He deserves to die! How many people think he killed?Robert deserves to lose someone he loves!" She screamed. Simon looked blank. Magnus scooped Alec up in his arms, and set him on the back seat.
"Hell, Clary. What have you done?" He whispered.