Hey, I was bored and didn't want to write the next chapter for The Aftershock, soooooo I decided to do a one shot thing it might possibly go on but it depends on reviews and yadda. It's a one-shot on The moment when Isabelle regains consciousness after Sebastian has Killed Max. SO review please review and favourite and ... you know the drill. I don't own any of TMI although I am jealous as hell of Clary having Jace :P
Shit, my head I opened my eyes, blinking away the blurriness but I couldn't get rid off the sheer agony in my head. What happened ? My vision was tinted slightly with black and I sat up, suddenly little flashes of memory coming back. Max.
" Max ? Max where are you ?" I called out, not caring if Sebastian was still there. He did this to me but more importantly he hurt my little brother. My nine year old brother. " M-Max !" I called in panic this time. The room wasn't very big he had to be here, maybe he was still unconscious or m-maybe he got away before Sebastian could hurt him. How could someone who looked like an angel, do something so like a devil ?
The room was to dark and as I staggered to my feet, my vision went hazy and blurred and i felt myself falling again. I reached out as I fell and grabbed at what I thought might of been a desk or maybe a counter. It helped steady me and I stood up clinging to it as I tried to make my eyes adjust to the dark, but It was still impossible to see even the slightest thing. I felt like I would be forever stuck like this, never like the warrior I was just stuck, in darkness with agonizing pain, plaguing my every step. I felt along the wall and sighed in relief feeling the light switch, I clicked it on and the lights sprung to life, hurting my eyes. I had to wait until my eyes had adjusted again before turning around and looking for Max. I froze seeing his small body lying on the floor. He looked peaceful with his hair toppled over his eyes slightly his glasses were on the floor though which looked odd, I never really saw him without them. He's only unconscious though only unconscious I told myself over and over as I stumbled towards him.
" Max, Please Max " I whispered as I dropped to my knees, putting a hand on his shoulder and stroking his hair out his eyes. I flinched feeling his skin was stone cold. No, No, No. He was only nine ! Only nine ! " No!" I screamed as I felt the tears start pouring down my cheeks " Max ! Wake up Max, Please Wake up !" I begged putting his head on my lap, my tears dropping onto his cold smooth skin. This is all my fault ! Why did I trust Sebastian ? Why didn't I listen to Max ? I asked myself, trying to make Max wake up. He couldn't be dead, he was so young and a whole life in front of him yet here he was, his body Limp and unmoving in my arms.
The noise of the door opening, didn't even make me stir as I sobbed, muttering under my breath. My arms holding Max protectively.
" Isabelle ? Max ?" A familiar voice called. It was dad.
" Go away ! Just all of you go away !" I cried in anger and grief. The door open wider and I heard my father gasp and My mother let out a cry.
" My baby Boy " Maryse called, running over and dropping to her knees next to me and Max. she took his hand in her shaking one, tears pouring down her face as well as she stroked his hair " Who would do this ? my poor boy " she sobbed as My dad put a hand on her shoulder, his other one covering his mouth. I could tell he was struggling not to cry. Even if he didn't love Mum like he should of done, he loved Max with all his heart, seeing your child lifeless in front of you tore any parents heart out whether they were a good one or a bad one.
" Isabelle ?" he asked, but I wouldn't look at him " What ... what happened ?" he questioned his voice quite and hardly audible. I swallowed, I wasn't ready to tell him yet it was too soon, it was to soon. " Isabelle, tell me please " he said again and i choked back another sob.
" I ... I told him to ... I was the one to tell him to stay with Seb, I-I was the one to trust him. When I came back... Sebastian..." The name felt like a dagger in my chest bringing back the thoughts of how he so easily deceived us. " he called me into here and Then ... then it just went black " I bit my lip trying not to cry again as I looked down at Max, his head still in my lap. His eyes were already closed and I let out a sob remembering the last and final time I had seen his stormy grey eyes open and full of life. " If ... If I had just stayed with him like any other sibling would do. He'd... he'd still be alive right now. If I had listened to him to begin with, we would of been able to act quickly and I - I could of saved him could of ... could of protected him " I sobbed, blaming myself. It was my fault my most grievous fault. I couldn't forgive myself, I couldn't even forgive myself.
" Isabelle, don't blame yourself " he murmured and went to brush my tangled hair from my face but I flinched
" Don't touch me, I killed him ... that makes me no better ... no better than Valentine " I stated and he shook his head but I ignored him. Mayrse hadn't really been listening, she had a far away look in her eyes and she sobbed pressing the back of Max's hand to her cheek as she muttered under her breath.
I don't really remember what happened as we made our way to the hall of accords. Max was in dads arms as mum kept an arm around me, the pain creeping back in now. I touched my hand to the back of my head and winced when i looked at it in the dim light it was smeered in crimson blood. I whimpered, shocking myself. WHat happened to strong, brave fearless Isabelle. If you looked at me now I was unrecognizable, just a shivering, whimpering wreck walking down the road with her hair crushed across her face, not even a single hint of the person I usually was.
I couldn't stand the crowds of people as they parted allowing us to walk into the hall. I dropped to my knees once my father lay Max on the floor his head now in his lap rather than mine. I felt my eyes watering again and next moment I was crying clinging to my mum like a scared five year old who has just woken from a nightmare. But this was so much more than a nightmare, it was so much worse than a nightmare. He was gone my little nine year old brother, who I thought still had years to go was gone. Maybe if I had trained him instead of leaving him to cope on his own then he could of fought back.
I saw the crowd part again and then Alec was stood there, looking down at Max in shock and sadness. I couldn't read his face he just looked angry and distraught, like he was lost and didn't know how to find his way back. I looked away, I had made this happen, I had made him feel like that. He dropped to his knees on one side of Max as Jace finally emerged his face full of pain. His whole life he had lived in pain and hatred and when he finally finds a family he cares about one of them gets ripped away as well.
Mea culpa mea maxima culpa.