I'm back with a new chapter!
~Tiliger
It was 5 o'clock in the morning by the time Jace crawled into bed with Clary. Clary had fallen asleep almost immediately while Jace was wide awake. He had no reason to sleeping that night for his thoughts kept him up as they raced around and around in his head. He thought of Julian, the boy that was called Jules. Jace was fighting Sebastian when the kid went down. He remembered the boy fighting until his very last breath when the blade cut his throat. Blood came pouring out.
Blood. Jace shivered at the thought. Jules was young, too young to be fighting. He wondered if his parents knew that he snuck out with that girl, Emma. Both of them were dead and they weren't even 13 yet. Another life wasted, another life taken by Sebastian and his army.
Jace quickly got up from his spot next to Clary and went quietly into the hall. He walked to the library in hope of finding a book to read and not being discovered until it was time to start the search for the Dayligter. Instead he found a weeping Isabelle curled up in a ball on the window seat. She was clutching a comic book.
"Isabelle," Jace said.
She looked up and wiped away her tears. "Hey, Jace, I was just, um, reading one of Simon's comic books," she said holding the small book up.
"Really? Well I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure that the book needs to be open in order for it to be called reading."
She smiled but that smile was soon gone. "Jace, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what is it," Jace asked as he looked through dozens of books.
"What was it like?"
"What was what like?"
"Thinking that Clary was dead and that you would never see her again?"
He laughed. "You don't want to know that. I mean, I don't know about you but I would rather hear about Church attacking the new girl. It seems like a funny—"
"Jace, please."
Jace turned to face Isabelle, who had gotten up from her seat and wondered close to Jace. He looked at her and sighed. "I felt like I lost the good that was left in me. Like my heart was ripped from my chest and I was left empty." He sat down on the couch and Isabelle curled up next to him. "Why do you want to know?"
She shrugged. "I guess I'm trying to compare my pain with yours."
"He will be found, Iz," Jace said. "I know that promises mean nothing these days but I promise that I will do whatever it takes to make you happy again. It hurts to see my sister and girlfriend moping around—"
"I'm not moping," Isabelle snarled.
He smiled. "Yes because girls who are totally okay and happy, cry into a comic book of their boyfriends."
He felt a tear hit his bare chest. Isabelle's voice shook. "I just want him back, Jace."
"I know," Jace said as he stroked her hair.
She soon fell asleep and Jace picked her up and carried her down the hall to her bedroom. He tucked her in and left. Instead of going back to the library, he headed to the training room instead. Maybe he would be able to get some of his anger under control.
~Simon~
Simon woke up and looked around and saw nothing. He had somehow gotten to Maine and had fallen asleep in an ally when he heard his phone ringing. When he grabbed it out of his pocket, he realized it wasn't a call or a text message. The phone was telling him it was dead. He sighed and put it back in his pocket. He stood up and walked to the open sidewalk and began walking. He didn't know what part of Maine he was in but he knew that somehow someway he was going to get back to Isabelle and Clary.
So how was this chapter? I gave you a tiny bit of Simon's point of view. I was struggling with this part for about an hour because I could figure out how I would introduce Simon back into the picture. Pleas review!
~Tiliger