Author Note: Sorry I haven't updated this recently - I've had loads of exams will work on getting the next couple of chapters up thick and fast for you. Please review I want to hear your comments. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: No longer human
Jace is always on my mind; it feels like a parasite that I couldn't fight off feeding on my happiness. I hate how weak it makes me feel that I can't even control my own mind. What's the point? We got on Raphael's old motorbike, yes the same one he took me on. I remember when we rode through the city together; it was like a storm of emotions. Could I trust in him? Did I love him? Jace Herondale held my heart even then – I just didn't realise it. 'You can never escape me' Jace's final words before his humanity was stripped leaving behind something that was unrecognisable. I constantly think about him with love and sorrow. Maybe there was no escape.
"Isabelle what was it like when you fell in love with Simon? How did it feel? The moment you realise that you could not go on without him" I asked with careful caution; I knew this was a sensitive topic. Isabelle seemed indestructible but her own emotions were powerful enough to destroy her. She always felt that her heart would shatter if she let anybody too close. Simon was good for her, his low maintenance to her high. He was a nerd who thought Dungeons and Dragons was cool (whatever you say Simon); she could have been a top model with her style and sophistication.
"A headache." Isabelle said instantly. "You know me. Tequila and high heels at Jordan's ready to make out with Jordan. Then it hit me!"
"That you were in love with Simon."
"No the headache silly. Of course Simon. Then I blacked out."
"Typical night for you then. Jace would be proud." I replied and immediately regretted it. It was one thing to think about him but mentioning his name just left the conversation stale.
"Jace loved everything except ducks. No idea where the hatred came from but it sure was funny watching him run away from ducks in Central Park"
"Jace loves everything except ducks – you got it wrong Jace is still out there"
"Clary…"
"What!"
"You saw what he did. He's no longer human! He isn't Jace anymore!"
"You're wrong – he still out there. He needs to be saved from himself."
"Just a typical, run of the mill damsel in distress. I bet he look good in a dress; he can borrow one mine."
"Isabelle"
Broadway is always beautiful at night; a sparkling gem of New York City's culture. There's always a new play to watch. Don't you just love Wicked? However none of my previous adventures in the district match Isabelle riding on a motorbike through the traffic. She is a nightmare.
Number of times I thought I was going to die: five
Number of times I laughed: two
Number of times I swore: fifteen
Number of times I thought of Jace: infinite
In a way it was worth it as we reached the institute in record time. Flames were consuming the building as Alec and Maryse ran out shouting for help. They knew the efforts were in vain but chose to ignore those thoughts. It was too late; it was always too late. Looking around at the devastation, I noticed that on the steps of the entrance was the Herondale ring.
Jace –