Chapter 13

Walking down the hall, Wally ran a hand through his hair, thinking about earlier. Maybe he shouldn't have gone and kissed Clary like that. She did have a boyfriend, after all. He should be happy for her. He made sure that he'd apologize to her tomorrow.

Right now, everyone was still at the hospital, except the Braxtons. Wally was right now walking down the hall after going to the bathroom. He yawned, still feeling sleepy as he made his way towards the waiting room. But before he made it there, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He was going to scream, but a hand clamped over his mouth.

"Don't scream." He heard an unfamiliar voice say.

He nodded, and the hand was released from his mouth. He turned around to see two unfamiliar people. "Who are you?" he asked.

One of the men scoffed. "Really? You don't know?" he shared a glance with the other man.

Wally was confused. "No, I don't know. Who are you?" he asked again.

"Well, if you haven't heard, I'm Derek, and that-" Derek gestured to the man beside him, "-is Hawk."

Wally's eyes went wide. "No, you're the guy everyone's been talking about?" then he looked towards Hawk. "I don't know about you, but him?"

"Oh, I work with him." Hawk stated, smirking. Wally started backing away until he felt his back hit someone. He turned around.

"Wally, what are you doi-" the person Wally hit looked towards Derek and Hawk. "You!" he exclaimed.

"Well, hello Kendall." Hawk greeted menacingly while Derek just stood there, smirking.

Kendall clenched his fists. "What are you doing here? You're not welcomed." He said through gritted teeth.

"What? I can't visit my niece, nor my step-nephew?" Derek asked through fake shock.

"I'd rather die, then have you as my step-uncle." Kendall stated. Then he looked down towards Wally. "Wally, get inside the waiting room and call the police."

Wally nodded and had just taken two steps when he heard something click and heard Derek say, "Oh, he's not going anywhere. And neither will you." He turned around to face them and his eyes turned wide when he saw what Derek was holding; a gun.

"You're not gonna shoot him." Kendall stated confidently, not knowing what his words would result in.

"Oh really? Watch." Derek said as he pulled the trigger. They could all hear Wally scream as he fell to the ground. Luckily, Derek only shot his leg, leaving a graze.

"Wally!" Kendall called. He felt a slight relieve when he saw that the younger boy was still alive.

Wally stayed silent, gritting his teeth while trying to hold the pain. "You're sick." He muttered.

The gun went off again and this time, Wally stayed silent forever. Kendall stared at him in shock, his mouth gaping and his eyes wide. He turned towards Derek. "Why the hell would you do that?"

Derek smirked. "Well, I'm pretty sure my finger slipped on the trigger."

"I thought we agreed on not killing anybody else?" Hawk yelled. Then he shook his head and started walking. "I'm out of here!"

Derek was going to shoot him, but he remembered Kendall and aimed the gun at him. "You are not going tell anybody about this."

They heard some voices, and Kendall turned his head around to see the security, then he turned his head back, but Derek was gone. He just didn't notice that Derek was standing beside him before he got hit in the back of the head, therefore losing consciousness.

"Guys, what happened?" Clary asked as she woke up to some noises and saw James and Logan running in.

"We're not sure, but we think Derek and Hawk were here again." James informed her.

"Where's Carlos?" Clary asked.

"He went to check out what was happening." Logan told her.

"And you let him go there alone? You guys know how Carlos is like." Clary said, making a face.

Suddenly Carlos ran in. "Guys, guys!" he paused to take a breath. "And Clary."

"Carlos, what happened?" Clary asked, sitting up. Yes, she could sit straight now.

"Yeah, dude, calm down and tell us what happened." James said.

"It's Kendall, and Wally. T-they were a-attacked. By Derek!" Carlos informed.

"Well, how are they? Are they alright?" Clary asked frantically. Even though she had fights with both of them, she still cared about them. Especially Kendall.

Carlos shook his head. "Kendall only got something called 'Conclusion'? I don't know what that is, but the doctors said it wasn't that bad."

"It's a 'Concussion', not a 'Conclusion'." Logan corrected.

"Look, let him pronounce it wrong, we know what he meant, but Carlos, what happened to Wally?" Clary asked.

"Uh…" Carlos hesitated, worried about Clary's feelings.

"Spill it, Carlos!" Clary half-yelled.

"Wally's dead!" Carlos blurted out. He gulped. "Wally's dead. Derek shot him."

Clary shook her head. "No, no, that's not true! He's not dead. Tell me he's not dead!"

Carlos shook his head. "I'm sorry, he's dead."

Clary started sobbing and she let her tears fall. "How did you know that?" she asked.

"Kendall woke up, then I asked him all about it." Carlos told her.

"I need to talk to him." Clary frantically pulled the covers off of her and swung her legs to the edge of the bed. She didn't care about how much it hurt her, she just needed to see everything for herself.

"No, no Clary. Stay on bed." Logan told her.

"Clary, don't. Stay on bed!" James tried telling her too, but she won't listen.

"No, I need to go see him! You don't understand!" Clary stubbornly said as she hopped off the bed and ripped the IV from her wrist. She ran out of her room.

"Clary!" James, Logan and Carlos all yelled.

"Logan, what's going to happen if she kept running in that condition?" James asked.

Logan thought for a second before answering. "If she keeps running or moving around a lot, her burns will reopen and that'll cause her so much pain. With her physical condition, it could get a lot worse."

"We need to go after her!" Carlos yelled, running out the door with James and Logan following behind.

"Kendall? Kendall?" Clary called out. She mentally slapped herself because she didn't exactly know where Kendall was.

"In here!" she heard him yell. She looked to her left and saw a door. She opened it and walked in.

Kendall was sitting on a bed, holding an ice bag to his head. "Clary?" he asked.

"Kendall, I don't care if you're mad at me, but please tell me; what happened?" Clary asked.

"No, I'm not telling you all that." Kendall stated.

"Kendall, please! I need to know how Wally died!" Clary begged.

Kendall shook his head. "What are you even doing here? You should be on bed and- Oh my God!" Kendall looked at Clary's body in shock when he saw that she had splotches of red along her body, coming mostly from her back. "Clary, you're bleeding."

"What?" Clary looked down and saw her own blood. She didn't notice it since her whole body was already burning in pain. She looked back up. "Look, I don't care. Please just tell me what happened!"

Kendall sighed. "I don't know, okay? I have a concussion and I can't remember it clearly. Now look, what will it take for you to go back to your room so you'd stop bleeding?"

"If you'd forgive me, I'd consider that." Clary told him.

"Then I forgive you, okay? I'm not mad at you anymore." Kendall assured, but something in his tone made Clary didn't believe him.

Clary shook her head. "I don't believe you." She looked around the room when something caught her eye; a surgical knife. She went over to it and grabbed it.

"Clary, what are you doing?" Kendall asked warily as he saw her pick the knife up.

"Tell me you don't hate me anymore." She said.

Kendall shook his head. "Clary, don't do anything stupid."

At the word 'stupid', Clary subconsciously brought the knife to her wrist and pressed down, hard.

"No, Clary!" Kendall threw the ice pack down and ran over to her, grabbing the knife from her hands. "Clary, I don't hate you anymore! I never did!"

"Yes, you did." Clary told him as she started her body started wobbling.

"No, you're my sister. I'd never hate you." Kendall told her.

"But you said you didn't want me to be your sister. Now I'm not…any…more…" Clary barely finished her sentence when her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell unconscious into Kendall's arms.

Kendall looked down at her, then at the pool of her blood, then at her again. He immediately called for the doctor. Then he looked down at her again, whispering, "I never hated you, Clary."

What do ya think? So…will Clary live or die? You shall find out soon enough!

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