The Mortal Instruments Fan Fiction

All of Me

Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments totally belongs to Cassandra Clare and this fan fiction was inspired by the song All of Me by John Legend. This plot is totally my own.

Chapter One

Jonathan's POV

I ran into the woods, totally clueless of my direction. My feet took me to wherever it desired. Horrific sound of the battle still could be heard; that meant that I still had to run further into the dark woods. I ran and ran further and my stamina to keep on running by that time was totally depending on the adrenalin rush as I felt exhaustion actually creeping to every nerve ending of my body, my stamina rune faded long time ago into my pale skin. The Infernal Cup felt heavy in my grip and the handle was slick with sweat and it took all my willpower to not let it out of my hand. I can no longer hear the sound of seraph blades clashing against each other or the battle cry of shadowhunters in my ear but somehow I keep on running until I collapsed and my view was enveloped by darkness. I heard the stars laughing upon their fallen heritance.

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I hated being in the dark, literal or not, I hated both. It felt so claustrophobic to be left alone in the dark, like there was a lump in your throat, you can breath, but can't be sated no matter how much breath or how deep you suck in the oxygen. It almost felt like the oxygen itself was choking you, like poison. I was in the dark and I was choking.

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I woke up with a gasp and I felt water running down my face. I wiped my face and looked around and my gaze rested on a girl, a mundane girl who had a water bottle in her hand. She must be the one who poured the water down my face. She had a fine face, with angular cheekbone, full pink lips, green eyes and hair as black as midnight that she tied into a low ponytail.

"Are you okay mister?" she spoke with a slight cautiousness in her voice.

"Where am I?" I asked a stupid question.

"In the woods obviously" she said, this time with humour in her voice. "My name is Sylvia, Sylvia Grace. What's yours?"

"Umm... Jonathan, Jonathan Christopher," I said hesitantly.

"Okay... Let me help you up," she said as she got up from crouching next to me and held out a hand for me to reach. I grabbed her hand and she pulled me up. Her hands was as warm as a bun that was freshly baked. "You was roughed up pretty badly, and what's up with all the tattoos and the blood? What is that cup you're holding? Are you hurt?" she said, pointing toward the black permanent runes on my body and my bloody shirt.

"This was not just tattoos," I said and ignored her question regarding on the blood on my shirt and the Infernal Cup. She frowned at it. "I am seriously asking you now, where the hell am I? And do not say the wood because I knew that," I said and she giggled. I raised my eyebrow at it. I never make a girl giggle before.

"Well you're in...actually I don't even know what's the name of this forest, I just moved somewhere around here and I was walking around but we're somewhere in the countryside of France,"

"Okay... do you know the way out of this goddamned forest?" I asked her and she nodded.

"But let me help you first, you're injured," she said and her eyes was looking at the blood stain across my chest again . It must be the blood from the rune that bound me to that bastard. It must bleed when our ties was severed. Lilith did told me the consequences if the ties between Jace and I was cut. Though she said that it was almost impossible to cut but she did told me what would happen if it possibly did.

Fucking hell, I did not feel that strange hollow before until I looked at it. The pain sucked the air out of me and I fell to the ground once again, clutching at my bloodied shirt and chest, the cup fell off my grip and clanked on the ground. I took off my ceremonial gear and my weapon's belt except for the daggers and a stele in my boots and in my back pocket so that I could run faster with less weight on me but I felt like there was blocks of metal on my back, making it hard for me to breath. I heard Sylvia's voice calling my name, deep with concern. I curled into a ball and put my head on the dark earth and tried to breath. This severity hurt so much, I never thought that it would hurt this much.

Once the pain subside, I struggled to sit up and I could see Sylvia's face that was scared for me. Her mouth asking me whether I was okay and it sounded like a mantra and I nodded weakly at her. I staggered to stand and she put my arm around her as I was about to fell and absentmindedly without any resistance, I followed her every steps. I was too lost to care.

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I opened my eyes to sound of something that crashed to the ground. I sat up and I was in a bed. I was not wearing any shirt but I was still wearing my own pants. The Infernal Cup and my boots was gone so does my daggers and stele. Frantically, I looked around for them and they was placed on the side table and my boots was at the foot of the bed I was sleeping. I put on my boot, slipped my dagger and stele in it and I found my shirt, cleaned up from blood and I put it on. The tips of my finger brushed the scar of the rune that bound me to Jace ad I winced. The cup was slipped between my pants and my belt which is quite uncomfortable since it is just a normal belt, not my weapon's belt which I left crumpled somewhere in the woods. I started to regret it. I felt the cup gyrating about my thigh when I walked.

I goes outside of the room and I saw Sylvia, her back was facing me and she was crouched on the ground, picking something up.

"Sylvia?" she jumped a bit as she heard her name called out by me and she slowly turn to face me. There was something in her face that I could not read. Something about the way she looked at me, the way her determined green eyes set on me.

"Oh, you've woken up, how are you feeling?" she asked and turned away from me, facing the kitchen counter. There was a strange quiver to her voice that I could not figure out whether it was from fear or nervousness. The rise of her shoulder suggested that she was taking a deep breath.

"Fine I guess. Thanks for bringing me here. Are we at your house? How long was I out?"

"Y-yes, we're at my house," she said as she turned and walked away from where I was standing. She was picking some plates from the dining table and again moved towards the counter and put the plates into the sink. "You was out for few hours, its already 8 o'clock at night"

"What's up?" I asked her as she was suddenly acting all weird. There must be something in the way I said it that made her body goes rigid for a moment.

"What do you mean?" she asked while looking at me but not exactly looking at me, her head shook in confusion mixed with badly concealed fear in her bright green eyes.

"You was all friendly and nice just now in the woods, now you're acting like I was trying to kill you,"

I could see the change in her face, her eyes widen in surprise and her mouth opened slightly as she was searching her mind for the right words to say . She set her face in determination and I could hear her harsh yet deep intake of breath. "Who are you? Really?"

"What do you mean?" I asked her. Confused by what she means. I almost forget that she was a mundane at that moment.

"All those tattoos, t-those awful lot scars, daggers and all. I saw your scars when I was trying to fix you was up. Your chest not hurt despite the scars but why was your shirt was soaked in blood? Who are you and what had you done? Are you in gangsters or some sort of evil clan?" she blurted out. She obviously regretted her outburst, I could see it in her expression but she bit down her regret.

I hesitated on whether to tell her or not. The thought that said she deserved an explanation eventually won. There was something about her that made me feel safe yet caught totally off-guard by those big green innocent eyes of her.

"Okay... I can tell you who I am and maybe what I did, it will seems a bit... out of this world but you have to believe in me,"

"Why should I believe in whatever you are about to tell me?"

"Because there are things in this world that you never knew of and I will spoke the truth. I won't lie, I swear," I said

She swallowed a gulp and her jaw was set when she said "Okay, I will listen,"

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A/N Hello how was it? Well, review and tell me about it and tell me whether I should continue or not. Criticism in any way will always be accepted. Thank you for reading and please REVIEW.