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Jace- Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins

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Comfort In Death- Ghosts by James Vincent McMorrow

He sighed, reaching toward whatever it was that was poking his foot. A sharp, burning pain came into his shoulder the moment he did so. His golden eyes flashed open in alarm, hearing a muddled crack when he recoiled his arm back to his side. Surprisingly, he wasn't in the water, but resting on something hard underneath him. Upon opening his eyes, he saw that his shoulder was at an odd angle. Jace saw that he rested in some sort of shell, a piece of the plane he went down in. His feet, however, were poking out as he was slightly larger than the scrap of metal. Lowering his gaze, Jace saw what was slapping against his foot and his heart rate shot up to that of someone experiencing a panic attack.

He leaned over the piece he was floating in and heaved the contents of his stomach, except nothing came out. His eyes returned to the gruesome image of the body floating near by. Sitting up, he tried to scoot towards the stiff body and kick it away, and in doing so, was horrified at the landscape of the ocean.

Bodies.

Everywhere.

Some were mangled and others had faces lost in a scream. His chest stiffened at the faces of mothers holding their children, elderly couples appearing pained as they bobbed up and down in the slow current. Few were still trapped in their seats and he hoped that they were alive, but seeing as they had contusions to their neck, or a torn off limb, he decided against it. The sun was burning the bodies, turning each of them a tomato red as the hours ticked by.

The slightest movements caused his eyes to dart to whatever it was that had shifted in the ocean. It was a man, but by the look of his face, he was already gone, and yet he seemed to sink every now and then, resurfacing after a few minutes. Before Jace could call out to him, the water around the man started to turn a thick crimson. The same happened to the couple next to him.

They started to go down like dominos. Each being pulled under the water and never to resurface. Jace craned his neck to see what was happening and why. The dark ocean was covered in light spots, as if it had bleach stains. The strangest thing was, the spots were moving. The scrap that he was floating in shook slightly, causing him to fall over and land on his shoulder. He held back a scream before regaining his previous position.

Sharp parts of the plane did the same as well; gliding over the surface of the ocean and then going under momentarily. If only his eyes weren't so languid would he be able to come to a clusion for what was happening.

"What the hell?" He whispered, crawling over to the side and looking in the water. Jace dipped his hand in the water, checking to see if oil had spilled in the ocean to cause the light spots but his hands came back salty with nothing more than the thin liquid of the ocean covering them.

At first, he thought that whatever was shifting underneath him was a piece of the destroyed airplane. The piece drifted under surface, side to side. The water was distorted with blood, appearing like pink lemonade, so Jace ran his hand through it to get a clearer view, later wishing he hadn't.

"Holy shit."

"That one!" Clary giggled, pointing at the ride with the most neon lights. Valentine looked concerned, but picked her up over her shoulder and began walking towards it.

"Are you sure, Clarissa?" Valentine asked warily.

"Yuck, Daddy, my name's Clary." She sighed, hating the name she was given.

"But your mother and I named you Clarissa." He said in a 'duh' tone. Clary grabbed at his face for support while they walked together. Valentine snagged a finger between his lips, squeezing it and making her laugh.

"Daddy! You can't eat your daughter!" Clary pointed out, drawing attention from those around them. She didn't know if it was her father's intimidating stare, or because he was so tall that made people turn their attention elsewhere.

"How do you know? You're only four. Maybe that's why I moved to Hawaii, because I'm a shark and sharks need water." Her father chuckled.

"That would mean I'm part shark!" She squealed, leaning down to nibble at her father's protective grip. "Ew. And that means Mommy likes fish…" Clary grimaced. Her father snorted at that, pulling her down from his head and swinging her around till she couldn't scream loud enough. "Did you want to eat Mommy?" Clary asked him. Valentine's eyes bugged out and he covered his mouth to force down a laugh.

"Clary!" Jocelyn snapped, approaching them with hot dogs in her small hands.

"Hi Mommy!" Clary waved, running up to grab the food from her hold. "Daddy's a shark!" She squealed, picking apart her hot dog for things she didn't like.

"Clary, sharks don't like to eat people, you know that, right?" Her mother asked, flashing a glare at Valentine's suppressed laughter.

"Yeah huh." She denied.

"Nope, they only do it because they mistake them for something else." Jocelyn contradicted. A growling noise came behind them and Clary hid behind her mother in fear, watching as her brother Jonathan came sprinting behind them.

"Sharks don't eat people, Jonathan!" She screamed with her eyes closed.

The first thing she felt was the chilling air against her skin. Her red hair was sticking to her face, and a salty smell was fuming around her. There was a heavy throbbing to her lips that were crusted shut. Pain was radiating from her side, arm, and head. Her back was entirely soaked but her body could no longer shiver, not with the depletion of energy it had experienced. Why did she feel so weak? It was as if she'd been out floating for days instead of hours. Was it the burning sun that was much more potent that when it rested in the New York sky? There wasn't even enough willpower to tear open her eyes.

"What the hell?" She heard someone murmur, and that was just as effective as a shot of adrenaline. Her fingers began to twitch and she released a throaty groan at the increasing pain in her body. She became aware of the soaked cushion under her, and the tightness around her waist. Thoughts of her last conscious moments began to pulsate in her head. The rough touch of the water on her skin…

Something knocked against the seat she was strapped in, causing her to spin in slow circles. Water droplets sprayed on her face, as if something were splashing around her.

"Fuck," She breathed out upon opening her eyes and feeling the sun blast into her sensitive eyes. There was an audible noise of her eyelids peeling open, like tape being torn from a wall. The seat did another spin, making her stomach flip with nausea. A slight ringing noise was thrumming in her ear as she tried to sit up, but the belt of the seat had flattened her hips to the soaked cushion.

"Could be worse." Clary mumbled to herself as she felt up her body for injuries.

She realized that each time the seat was knocked over, she would drift further away from her initial spot. And when the seat collided with something solid, she turned to see what it was.

A hand.

A severed hand, sawed off with something of a razor pattern. She screamed so loudly that she hurt her own ears. Her vision suddenly became clearer, much clearer. Clary lifted her head, turning to see the sharp fins and disappearing bodies of the passengers. The things moving in the water… they presumed to noticed that she was still moving around. Warm blood, and began to circle her seat. Light gray triangles were starting to surround her like a picketed fence.

"Is anybody out there?!" Someone yelled, carrying the same voice from the previous murmur. Her eyes rolled over to see a tall figure standing on some sort of scrap of the plane, waving his hands in the air. His face brought back memories of the crash, of the boy she locked eyes with.

"Yes! I'm over here!" She croaked, wincing at her throat that had been rinsed with salt water. Something touched her feet and the possibilities scared her. It could either be a body or…

"Don't. Move." The boy said with a deathly calm voice. Clary began her prayers to whatever god would listen to her. She started to think of all things calming, trying to soothe her rapidly beating heart.

"Oh, God. I'm gonna die." Clary sobbed, looking up at the blue sky and wishing to touch the clouds.

"No! Don't say that! I… I think I can help. Just give me a minute." He said with panic. Clary shook her head, the green of her eyes being muddled with salty tears and fear.

"I don't have a minute!" She hissed at him, trying to tuck in her arms and legs. In doing so, the motion caused the seat to tip over, soaking her in the water. Instantly was she wrapped in a thick blanket of cold, making her skin prickle under the surface of the ocean. Clary opened her eyes in the salty water and saw the bodies of her worst nightmares.

They were wolves and she was a lone sheep, stupid enough to venture away from the safety of the flock. She tried to knock the seat over, but it was of no use, it was too heavy on her weak back. Her seconds were ticking down as one of the sharks zoned in on her, no longer taking the time for intimidation. Its black eyes were fearless as it opened its jaw, revealing razor sharp teeth. She'd heard once that if a shark were to ever approach her, to stick her fingers in its eyes. With her weak arms and limited mobility, there was no such chance that the attempt would work. She'd only manage to put her arm in harm's way.

Clary rolled in on herself, taking the fetal position and praying that she'd die quickly. The large predator knocked into the seat, sending her spinning in one direction. Clary smacked her elbow to the side of the cushion, finally bringing herself to the surface. She gasped air into her sour mouth, her heart slamming against her chest as she thought of ways to escape the clutches of the intrigued sharks.

"Are you alright?" The boy yelled at her with terror tainting his masculine voice. He sounded closer to her, but not close enough to where he could grab her and pull her to safety.

"Fucking hurry up with your plan!" She sobbed, gasping as the seat flipped over with the clash of a shark. The ocean atmosphere was thick with a malicious presence. Clary was sure that if she stuck her limbs out far enough, that they'd return with a blood stump. Yet another of the great sharks zoned in on her, swimming with intent as its jaw unhinged and prepared to swallow her whole. She braced herself for the first bite, screaming out as she felt its nose brush up against her.

And then she was free.

The shark must have bitten through the seat belt, allowing her to float up to the surface. She clawed at the tip of the currents, her face feeling air blow against it. Never had she missed breathing so much when it had been taken away. In fact, she envied Jonathan for dying so quickly with their grandparents whereas she had to suffer with the commands of a stranger. Clary was so cold, so tired, nearly drained of the will to live knowing that there would be much more to face if she escaped the water.

"Help me!" She screamed with a hoarse voice. The boy grimaced before grabbing the arm of a floating corpse.

"Grab on!" He ordered with wide eyes and a bobbing adam's apple. Clary closed her eyes, reaching out to pull on the exposed leg. The instant she did as he asked, he tugged on the body and moved her from the pathway of a shark.

Clary watched, amazed as it rose out of the ocean and certainly would have gotten her had it not been for the boy's quick thinking. She tucked her legs in as he reeled her to him like he was using a rope and not the stiff body of a man. The water under her began to shift with the bodies of other predators. She clenched her teeth together, pleading with the universe to let her live. From behind her, a shark dipped its head out of the water and locked eyes with her. Its teeth shined at her like a grim smile, her having nothing to do but scream.

A rough force clamped down on her hand, making her yelp.

"I got you." He said sternly, tugging heavily on her and dragging her out of the lethal waters. He hugged her to him, soothing her as she sobbed into his soaked chest. They both collapsed onto the scrap of metal, panting at the encounter with the death they'd both faced.

"I almost died." She said with disbelief. Despite their situation, the boy laughed, sticking his hand out for her to shake.

"Jace Herondale." He introduced, taking her small hand in his, though she had no energy to shake it back.

"Clarissa Adele Fairchild," she whispered, rolling to the center of the scrap and vowing she'd never leave it as long as they both drifted in the ocean. The boy- Jace - was seated close to her, looking down at the thrashing water that was alive with sharks.

"I totally saved your ass." He commented emotionlessly. Clary didn't respond, only staring up at the sun and hoping to see a helicopter fly over them. She needed some sign that they wouldn't be drifting along the ocean currents until either of them died.

"So, where are you from?" He asked. It was dark outside and the activity in the water had ceased to stop, as if the predators had become nocturnal.

"New York." Clary muttered, sitting up and staring at her hands, wondering if she'd eat them if she got hungry enough. Her stomach was already growling with the passing of the day.

"Oh, really? I've never been there, I'm from…" Jace saw her somber expression as she stared out at the moon. "Are you okay?" He asked with a comforting voice. Clary scoffed at him, as if pointing it out would make it any more clearer of the situation they were in.

"Okay? Our plane went down, basically everyone died because of impact, hypothermia, drowning, or fucking sharks! Which, by the way, almost ate me! And if that wasn't enough to crush my spirits, we're drifting in the goddamn ocean, where no one will find us!" She snapped, turning her head so as she could not face him. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of never seeing her mother again, never seeing Luke or her father or anyone. The only person she had the hope of seeing was… Jonathan.

"Woah." He responded with a soft tone. Clary didn't say anything as he scooted closer to her, next to her.

"We're going to die, I just know it." She croaked. With no reply, she began to weep softly, burying her head in her hands. The metal shifted under her as Jace inched his way beside her, saying nothing as she wept for the future suffering. A chilling air came and swept over her salted skin, making her shiver.

"Are you cold?" Jace asked at the quivering of her lips. Clary nodded, hugging her arms to her side. "Come here." He said, taking a soft hold on her arm and pulling Clary in front of his lap. His arms wrapped around her like some sort of blanket, making her breathing slow until she felt somewhat better. She shivered at the feel of his crusted shirt, amazed when he slipped it off and hugged her to his astoundingly warms skin. Had none of this happened, she would have been mortified at the thought of sleeping next to a shirtless guy for warmth. But they were alone, in the ocean, with no assurance of help coming to them.

So who gave a shit?

"Thank you." She whispered before falling into a much needed sleep for the horrible day she'd experienced.

AN: I hope the shark scene wasn't too cheesy?

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