So, I apologize for not updating sooner. I just moved again, and whatnot. But I now have a laptop, which means I'll be doing more writing. Unfortunately, my work is probably going toh ave a lot more typos because I no longer have Microsoft Word. Sorry.
And, on the topic of apologzing, I have yet another. I guess I've led you guys to believe that the fucking lunatic trying to kill everyone is somebody from the stories. He isn't. He's just a psycopath. I'm really sorry if that dissapoints you, but have no fear, there will be more about Valentine.
Without further ado, chapter ten!
The man slowly walked towards Jace, his heavy footfalls echoing and bouncing around the room. Jace knew he should have been scared, and he was. Just not for his own life.
All he could think about were the others in the room with him. Clary. In the span of less than a week, she had proved to Jace that pure beauty did exist. Jace, for instance, believed that he was as beautiful as they came. On the outside. But there were countless unidentifiable things wrong with him on the inside. Before, he had always believed that with beauty came repercussions: hatred, stupidity, recklessness.
But Clary had shown him otherwise. She was beautiful inside and out. Quick to love and trust. Maybe in a way, that was its own form of stupidity, but it was a beautiful kind.
Then there was Isabelle and Alec, who had been the only family he had ever truly had. They showed him that caring for somebody was actually not supposed to be associated with bruises and hostility. Maryse and Robert were great, but they had always just been Maryse and Robert.
Alec and Isabelle were his brother and sister. No matter how many times he pissed them off, no matter what foolish acts he performed, they loved him and never gave up on him.
Now, he wasn't going to give up on them.
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Gears were turning inside of Jace's head, Clary could tell by the calculating look in his golden eyes. He was clearly planning something. Something that was just going to make the situation worse for him.
Icy dread gripped Clary like an impervious vise.
The captor stood inches away from Jace, a manic grin stretched across his face as he raised the lethal blade. Clary wanted to scream or at least shut her eyes, but the only thing she was capable of doing was staring. Staring as the captor slowly brought the blade down. Stare as Jace grinned. Stare as blood was drawn.
All right, please don't murder me for making this so incredibly short. The truth is, I'm having issues with the next part, and I figured that you guys would rather have this little tid bit than nothing at all. If I'm wrong then I am really sorry.
Review and tell me what you think. Criticism welcome ;D