hey guys! This is my original story all edited and prettied up. Current song I'm listening to : you belong with me Taylor swift. give me an awesome idea for a Malec fic. I'll write that up :P and my other new story enchanted will hopefully be updated daily twice or I'll make it longer chapters and just daily maybe every two days. :D
" It all started the day my father was murdered in front of me. I opened the door to see a pair of huge men in dark, stiff clothing. The taller of the two had a silvery scar slashed across his face, disfiguring his cheeks. His eyes were a dark brown, almost black, and they were cold, hard, and unforgiving, although one was slightly cloudy. The other man was bulkier; with ice grey eyes and his arm muscles bulged and rippled. He was covered in tribal tattoos, the intricate patterns seemed to dance and swirl in the blinding sunlight. I was roughly shoved aside by the tall one and they cautiously made their way into my house. I was ten; I thought they were friends, so I called out to Dad to announce their arrival.
"Dad! There are some men here to see you!"
The bulky one turned towards me with fire and something I couldn't place- fear maybe? dancing in his eyes. He lashed out with his huge hand with lightning speed and precision. Before I could register what was going on his fist connected with my head and I was knocked out and sent flying into the wall. When I came to, I was chained up high on a strange cold wall, and in the gloom I could just make out my fathers hunched figure on the ground in front of me.
I groggily searched around, for an escape, ignoring the excruciating pain in my head and back, and everywhere else. I slowly began recognizing where I was, the music rom. The only soundproofed room in the house, because when I was five my father deemed my music 'Torture to the ears and mind' and soundproofed it. I heard a low groan, then heavy footsteps, then the dull thunk of boot meeting flesh.
A harsh blinding light flickered on, giving me a shrieking head ache. The two men from earlier entered, and this time they had a woman with them. I briefly considered trying to bargain and plead with her, but I looked in to her cold emerald eyes, burning with pure hatred, and knew she would be of no use. She was wearing a professional looking suit and her fiery red hair was done up in a tight bun. She walked over to the piano, then played a quick sequence of five notes. The bottom of the piano dropped out, revealing a wide range of sharp and glittery weapons. She selected a long wickedly gleaming dagger and handed it, hilt first, to the tall man. He took it and… and-"
I stopped speaking and looked at the ground, not wanting the others to see the tears streaming silently down my face.
"And now,"
I stopped again, my voice wavering, and pulled up the edge of my shirt, revealing the scars and fresh wounds.
"And now this."
My voice cracked and my body was shaking with unshed tears. I hesitantly glanced up at Jem, the group leader, who smiled at me. I tried to sit back in the hard uncomfortable chair and look relaxed, after a bit of internal struggle I plastered a grin on my face. Jem tsked and smiled kindly at me with his eyes.
"Jace, continue, please. Ignore everyone else. Tell me."
I tried to hide my surprise at the fact he knew more about my past. Jem laughed heartily,
"Don't look so surprised Jace, gosh! I am only a trained professional! Sheesh!"
Jem joked. I glared at him, then I felt my gaze glide to the ground. I managed to stutter out a weak comeback, then I strengthened my voice and continued with my story.
oh I'm proud of my little original fanfic! It's gotten four reviews! Thanks cupcake! Thanks to all my followers and other people and just that's for reading!