Honestly, some nights I lay in bed and wonder if I should become a poet. No, seriously! I have a fluid way with words, even though I'd only discovered my creative writing talent this year. From my innermost core, I am an artist. Do I not sound poetic? *plucks imaginary rose, hurst finger on thorn, and scowls* Fine. Leave me to my dreams. Hmph!
Jace sat in his cell, steaming with anger. His hands were cuffed at the wrists, the chains attached to the walls. Obviously they needed to be sure they had him. He had escaped before, each time more easily than the next. The first, he had merely jumped onto the roof of a nearby building, scaring the shit out of the cops. Slowly, as if against his will, he closed his eyes, and was greeted by the ever-familiar vision of red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. Clary. She was laughing, her eyes alight, as they always were when she laughed. How could it have happened, that they were brother and sister? It was like God was spitting on him. Then came Maryse, with her words to go away and stay away. Well, at least he didn't have to see Alec and Isabelle's faces when they found out that their own mother had thrown him out. He had never gone back, for all his longing to. He couldn't. The question was, why hadn't his father come back for him? What had kept him away?
"Alright, get up." Jace whirled to face the door. Three men stood in the doorway, nightsticks at the ready. He backed into the corner as far as he could go, his eyes wary, yet furious. A feral snarl ripped through him.
"Leave. Me. Alone." The guards stepped back in spite of themselves. Jace looked like a caged lion, alert but unable to escape, ready to fight for his life but knowing that that might actually be the price. Finally, he sighed.
"Well, no point letting you people waste perfectly good air." His muscles relaxed, and one of the men came over to unlock his manacles. As soon as his wrists were free, his flat hand flew up, the side connecting with the guard's neck. The man collapsed, and Jace jumped sideways, launched himself from the wall, and flipped over the other two guards. He rolled when he hit the ground, came up standing, and was gone before they could stop gaping.
I love Jace. He reminds me so much like Dimitri. Both tortured souls, although, truthfully, Jace was never in the KGB. ;p Rise. It's on my profile. Check it out. (Yes, I know it's shameless to promote it here, but what can I say? I am, above all, shameless.)