Hi guys!!! You don't know how infinitely sorry I am for not posting these past few months, and I'm not going to give any excuses. Here's the long awaited chapter. I hope y'all like it! :)

Jace POV

I kicked the boy hard in the gut. He fell off Clary and rolled to the side.

I gripped my axe in my hand. It would be hard only using my left hand, but I knew I could do it if I had to.

I choked up on the handle as you would in that old game with the bat and ball.

Then it was only me swinging at him, while he dodged the blows.

When he hit me in the stomach, the boy made a run for it.

The axe flew from my hands. It embedded itself into the trunk of a tree a mere foot away from his head. Faster than I could think, I was chasing after him.

Suddenly, something thin and dark, looking almost like a tentacle of some sort, flew at the boy.

It sliced the side of his face.

I looked to see what had done that.

There standing in front of me, was Isabelle, a whip in her hand.

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Simon POV

"Now that we are actually out here," I asked. "How are we gonna find them?"

"I memorized the path we took to where they're at."

I think I underestimated Isabelle's intelligence. I mean, she was strong—an amazing fighter,—and she was beautiful. God, she was gorgeous. I didn't really expect her to have it all, brains, brawn, and beauty.

"Wow," was all I managed to say.

I think I liked this girl. This girl that you'll either kill or be killed by, I reminded myself. I couldn't feel anything. I wouldn't feel anything for her.

"So how long have you and Clary been friends?" She asked, her voice a quiet breath.

"How long have you been Alec's sister?"

"...all my life…"

"There's your answer." My turn for a question, "What's district six like?"

"Well, you know, transportation. Nothing special. I had a pretty normal childhood. I had two parents, both worked of course. A brother who was just ever-so-slightly overprotective."

"Really?" I said in mock surprise.

"I take it you've noticed." She gave a hushed laugh. "So what was your life like in twelve?"

"There's my mom, my older sister, Rebecca, and me. My father, like Clary's, died in that big mining accident a few years ago. A lot of families lost people that day."

"I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "Don't be. It doesn't bother me talking about it anymore."

She nodded.

We walked in silence as we got closer to the spot Izzy remembered, our footsteps lighter.

Then, I saw someone running to the right of our current position. He was coming toward us, but I doubt he noticed.

I whispered it to Isabelle, and before I knew it, she was crouched down in a second. I mimicked.

Then, as if she knew he'd run right past her. Izzy pulled out her whip and lashed it at him.

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Clary POV

When I had finally caught my breath and the dizzy feeling ebbed, I stood up and looked around.

I had no idea where Jace had gone, but he was no longer here. I cursed at myself for not paying attention to them.

I looked to the ground to find any prints in the mud. Sure enough, I found two sets of footprints that I could barely discern.

I followed them towards the mountain. I could just barely see the valley through the thick forest when I noticed movement to the right of me.

I looked over to see Jace and… Izzy? What would she be doing here?

I jogged over to where they were.

Simon was apparently there too.

Thankfully, Alec was still at camp. Someone had to watch over our dwindling food supply.

Once they saw me I asked, "Where is he? Did you kill him?"

Jace shook his head, a sneer on his face. "The bastard got away."

"We should get back." Izzy turned and started the trek toward the mountain.

Jace and I followed. His arm wasn't bleeding anymore, but it was still a pretty deep gash. He merely had a grimace on his face.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Why?"

"If I would have warned you sooner, that wouldn't have happened." I gesture to his arm.

"He still would have thrown the knife. It still would have hit target. Target being me." He gave me a slight smirk. You wouldn't have noticed if you weren't watching closely.

"Can't you just accept the apology?"

"No."

I rolled my eyes, and once again, that thought popped into my mind.

How will I be able to kill these people?

I tried to rid my mind of the thought, but it wouldn't leave. I can't kill him. I can't kill Jace. He was… he was indescribable. There was something about him. Something that was untouchable about him. How he never seemed ruffled by anything. There was a cut the size of an unsharpened pencil on his arm, yet he kept his emotions nearly unreadable. (Except for that grimace. But it seemed that was just cause by his hatred for the guy, Jonathan.)

"What's on your mind, Clary?"

I blushed as if I were caught doing something embarrassing. "Nothing." At least my voice was even.

He raised an eyebrow at me. (Damn, why couldn't I do that?)

"Okay, then." He looked back ahead.

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Alec POV

"Are you okay?" I asked Izzy. The three had just returned to our camp.

"Fine."

"Did the plan work?"

"Got three of 'em. The other ran off before we could kill him, after he tried killing us." Clary was helping patch Jace up. From what I heard of their conversation, that other guy threw a hunting knife at him.

"Well, my plan mostly worked."

"It was a good plan."

"Thanks."

"I'm hungry," she said after a minute.

Jace seemed to have heard the statement and said, "So am I."

"Me too," Clary chimed in.

"I set some snares in the forest earlier when you all were gone. I can check them now."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Off I went to get food then.

I'll try to keep posting. It might have to be every other week though. Unfortunately school is starting soon, so that will be my priority, but I'll still be posting as soon as I can finish the chapters. :)