Another chapter! Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Except Derek ;)
My mind was in a hazy fog, I wouldn't think, I couldn't think, my brain wasn't allowing me to. I would walk through hell's deepest darkest places for Magnus, yet he wouldn't even lift a figure for me.
My face burns bright red with embarrassment as I remember all the times he was loving me just to realize it was all a hoax. Some stupid, messed up scheme to make me fit in. But he just turns around and throws it back into my face.
I shudder against the cold breeze that surrounds me but, I keep on running. I run till I can no longer move and I collapse on the ground not knowing or caring where I am. I stay there for who knows how long and I finally lift my head from my curled position to glance around. I had collapsed by some building of some sort, it looms above the street giving me a foreboding feeling. Shaking my head I stand up and brush the dirt off my pants.
I stand up and walk, not knowing who or what I pass. I get this weird feeling of being watched but I shake it off. I turn left and I spot a Java Jones and quickly head inside. I take a seat and order coffee to settle my nerves.
I sit and sit. I stare at the steam curling from my cup and watch as it rises, rises to freedom.
I shudder as a sudden chill crawls down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck rises. I raise my head and my eyes dart around the building.
In the middle of the room sits an elderly couple smiling as they talk about easy simple things. In the very corner sits a younger couple smiling, the first signs of love as they hold hands. In another booth sits a group of friends laughing and telling secrets that will remain unspoken to me. I hear shouting and clapping and turn to see the same group focused on two members of the group kissing. I look away and stare out the window into the sky, dawn breaking out. I glanced at the clock on the wall by the register, seven am.
I look around once more and I spot one more person sitting at a table all alone. They wore a black hoodie and the hood was concealing their face from view. They sat hunched over reading the newspaper and I watched as one of his hands was drawn out of his pockets. His hand is shaking violently as he struggles to grasp his cup. I notice his skin is pale but of course not as pale as mine and it had a faint tan, making it seem a little golden-ish.
I watch as he carefully raises his head and turns it toward my direction. A shadow casts over his face so all I see is darkness. The moment that passes between us seems to stretch on forever and I wonder what's going through his head.
All of a sudden he stands up so fast he almost knocks his chair down. I look around startled to see if anyone else noticed but everyone else is going on with their normal lives. When I glance back at the mysterious man's table he is no where to be found. I then hear the clang of the door being closed and with a slight hesitation I get up and head out.
I see the person walking to the left and I follow hoping for the best. The person stops and I slowly approach. As if electrocuted the person jolts when I'm only a few feet away and continues walking but, at a faster pace. Startled I look around to see if anyone else saw this strange encounter but, I continue on.
The person turns into an alleyway and i hesitate to follow but, deciding I have nothing to lose I follow him. He's standing in the middle and his back is still facing me.
All of a sudden he turns around and charges at me. He grabs my shoulders and shakes them violently, everything happening in a split second I hardly have time to react.
"You!" He yells "You have it out for me, don't you!."
He pauses and lowers his hood revealing his face and by his expression he seems to want some reaction. I study him to stretch on the time. His skin looks like it used to be tan but now it's more pale, his eyes are a light and dark shade of green at the same time. His hair hair is blonde but turning slightly light brown. His eyebrows are drawn together and his expression is angered.
"Anything to say?"he pauses once more before continuing,"Alexander Lightwood."
I jump startled, I don't ever remember telling him my name.
"Don't know?" He says, a little taken aback. "Their after you," he whispers.
I look at him as if just asked me out on a date after creepily knowing my name and shaking me. Not that I wanted him to ask me out or anything, he wasn't THAT good looking. I mean not that he was-I shake my head to stop my mind.
"Their after you," he repeats. "They caught me and I heard them, they want you, I've seen pictures, documents everything. They're really out to get you, Alexander."
"Alec," I say. He nods and dismisses it with a wave of his hand.
"You're not safe," he says shaking his head," It was a miracle I escaped but, you don't understand, you can't ever be alone. Their searching for you and they won't stop."
He looks a little crazed, and I wonder if I should make a run for it. His eyes carefully shift over my shoulder and his eyes widen a fraction of a centimeter.
"Listen, I understand you may have had some tough times but-" I start but get cut off by him slamming me into him and he wraps his arms around me. Before I can protest I hear one thing he whispers in my ear, that does nothing to settle me:
"Shit, they've come."
Hehehehe can't wait for more right?;)
