(AUTHORS NOTE- HOLY SHIT GUYS I FINALLY FOUND SOMEBODY WHO LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE JAMIE. BRENTON THWAITES. YUM.)

John Murphy-Strobe (Adagio)

Two Steps From Hell- Black Blade

Requiem for a Dream Remix

Two Steps From Hell-Master of Shadows

Hans Zimmer- ElectroSuite (Paranoia)

Alexandre Desplat-The Ressurection Stone

"Hazel," Cas breathed warily across the fault. I kept my eyes on my brother, who was now staring at his hands as if he didn't recognize them. "I think we figured out what your Taz's gift is."

A gutteral scream snapped me out of my fixation on Taz and I whipped my head around back towards the pit in the middle of the street intersection where Amara and her new friend were staring at my brother with unnerving intensity. Demons were pouring out of the crater they'd created in the Earth. I reached down to my thigh automatically, an action I'd always carried out before Creto had taken me hostage. A freezing fear washed over me as I realized Ember was no longer strapped to my thigh, but in a glass case in the Institute where Simon had placed it after it was confiscated.

I snapped my eyes to Cas, who was already on his feet and slicing through the first wave of Ravanors that had hurled themselves at him. He cut upwards, whirling around and grabbing a forearm-length dagger from the sheath on his belt and tossing it to me over the fault. The blade landed in my hand, cutting across my palm before I grabbed the hilt with my right hand, slicing through a Purified Soldier right before he brought his sword down upon me.

Taz was standing shakily to his feet, still staring at his palms. The Earth beneath us began to quiver again, every pebble and loose bit of debris rattling against the ground before beginning to hover in the air. I was stuck between watching my brother and protecting myself as demon after demon launched itself towards us.

Casper was moving up the faultline now, a cloud of ash surrounding him as he tried to find a place to cross over to me. I was so caught up in his movements, so rusty from the lack of training that a Purified Soldier wrapped his arm around my neck, pressing his hand against my forehead. I waved the dagger around wildly, thrashing in the man's arms for several minutes before I began to feel the heat in my toes. It spread rapidly, shooting up my body quicker than it ever had before and flaring at the neck, flame sprouting out of my skin and singing the man's skin. He yelped, ripping his arm away and giving me just enough time to whirl around, twisting the dagger in my hands and thrusting it underneath his breastbone.

The feeling of shoving a blade through someone's body was unfamiliar and almost made me queasy for half a second; I had to remind myself that these things were here to kill us. It was like the fire burning inside my veins had taken over every inch of me and my conciousness, the blade moving as if it were an extension of my own arm. There was a mountain of ash so thick I could barely see five feet in front of me, but as a thick, black arrow tipped with golden feathers landed in the throat of a demon to my left, my stomach rose and sank all at the same time.

Heaven reloaded her crossbow across the street, Stasi and Aaron and Darren following her lead as they poured into the sea of demons that filled the block. I watched as my old friends launched themselves at any evil living creature they could find. Anastasia's Elephant was already flying through the air, glinting in the streetlights as it landed in the chest of a Purified soldier. Another of Heaven's arrows sailed past my head into the throat of a demon who'd crept up behind me.

I whirled around, promising myself I'd get a chance to talk to them after the fight although I wasn't sure it was entirely true. As I sliced through attacker after attacker I noted that it wasn't because I didn't have enough confidence in the fact that we'd be able to win, but the fact that I didn't know if I could face them when we did. What would I say? What would they do?

"Duck!" I did as I was told, bending backwards at the waist just in time for Aaron to swing his axe over my body and into the spine of a Soldier. I gripped the wooden shaft of Aaron's weapon, swinging underneath it back the way I came and whirling, the dagger in my right hand as I slammed it into the skull of a demon.

Darren was swinging his Morning Star wildly, the metal spikes cutting through the circle of demons that had surrounded him. Anastasia was sprinting towards my brother, the rocks still levitating around him like some sort of force field. I snapped my head towards a scream to my right, a woman clutching a baby to her chest as a Ravanor demon with spikes and dripping fangs stalked her every movement.

I followed Stasi's lead, sprinting, the ground quaking around us again as Taz went through another fit of twitching, his face contorted as if he were in the worst pain of his life. My brother dropped to his knees, the fault growing larger in the intersection where he connected. A pair of lean, sturdy arms wrapped around my waist, halting my run so harshly my knees rose up. Cas heaved me behind him, running his sword through the air. A demon lay in a puddle of twitching black matter, ash exploding all around us in the place I would've been if he hadn't caught me.

"Go," he ordered breathlessly, pushing me towards Taz. Thoughtlessly, I brushed my fingers against the skin under his right eye where a gash had created a thin trail of blood. There were bruises on his knuckles, the front of his shirt was torn, and he was leaning on his left leg as though the right was injured. "Go!" he demanded again, pushing me further. We kept our eyes on each other for a few more moments before turning our backs and going our separate ways.

My hands came to life, fire blazing on my palms as I sprinted towards the last bit of family I had left. Taz was trying to control himself, every move he made causing another shift in the Earth beneath our feet. Stasi was protecting him as best as she could against the overwhelming mass of demons, her pale cheeks flushing a scarlet red as she panted for air. Anastasia fought like a dancer, each move as graceful and fluid and soft as the next. I watched as she flung Elephant in calculated directions all around her, black and orange ash littering her Shadowhunting gear as my brother tried to gain his self control.

Gripping the back of a Purified Soldier's gear, I flipped him over my shoulder, his body landing on the concrete with a thud behind me. I did whatever I could to help the friends I passed, tipping the front of swords, swooping someone off balance, burning the back of someone's neck. It was minimal, my main focus Taz, and I silently wondered if this was I sign that I didn't belong on a team. Taz was one of the two people I was positive I loved.

"Hazel!"

I stopped mid-run, Cora struggling under the weight of a demon as it snarled at her over her blade. My eyes flickered between my struggling brother and my struggling friend. There were only seconds to choose. So I moved.

Impulsion was going to be the end of me. I changed direction, the ground crackling under my feet as I neared the crevice in the ground near the fault. I moved to the absolute edge, not jumping until there was no more Earth under my feet for support. My body launched through the air, the fault hissing and burning, the smell of sulfur wafting through my nose as I passed over it. My fingers clambored onto the surface of the ground, the top half of my body connecting with the gravel as my feet searched for any kind of ledge to heave me over. I leaned onto my forearms, swinging one leg over the edge of the fault before quickly rolling onto my back.

My feet connected with the ground in a matter of seconds, and I was sprinting to Cora with full force. There wasn't an inch of my skin that wasn't glowing now as I closed the space between us, my body colliding with the Ravenor's like a wrecking ball. Careful to dodge the tip of Cora's blade, I wrapped one of my arms around the demon's throat, the both of us rolling onto the concrete. It screeched, writhing in my grip before I snapped its neck, the body hitting the ground harshly. Cora sat up, propping her elbow up on one of her knees and panting as we looked at each other warily.

"Thanks." she breathed, her small shoulders heaving. Her backwards baseball hat was crooked.

"No problem." I muttered, rubbing my face with my hand and standing to my feet. Cora's eyes went wide, her mouth opening to say something as a pair of hands grabbed the back of my dress. Cora dove at my feet, swinging her blade in the direction of my attacker but it was too late. The Soldier hurled me over his shoulders and once again I was sailing through the air like a rag doll, my dark tresses whipping wildly around my face as I flailed.

Taz shouted my name, Stasi looking up in a moment of weakness, leaving her open for a Soldier to swing on her. His fist connected with her jaw, knocking her to the ground as Taz sprinted forwards in an attempt to catch me. I began to catch fire like a meteor, the ground shaking underneath my brother as he ran.

"Don't!" Stasi screamed, still fending off her attacker. "You guys can't tou-"

It was too late.

I collided with my brother, sparks of electricity crackling through the air like lightning. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up, every muscle in my body tensing as we hit the ground with a snap. The ground crackled underneath us, jolts of electricity shooting through the New York sidewalks as several people screeched, dropping to their knees in heaps of stiff muscle.

The demons were howling in pain, their bodies twitching until they exploded into piles of ash, several of my Shadowhunting friends dropping their weapons against the concrete as they singed their palms. My eyes fluttered hazily, my body still surging every few seconds with the electricity coursing through my body. Taz, face down a few feet away, wasn't moving.

I yelped and scurried to my feet as a blade dragged across the space underneath my left jaw. A Soldier advanced on me as I stood on shaky, uneven feet, my fingers still brushing against the ground as I staggered every so often. My hand closed around my neck, blood painted against the skin of my palm, glittering in the streetlights above us as I looked at it horrified. The man smirked slightly, a deadly glint in his eye as he moved towards me. He had all the grace of a deadly feline, reminding me of Jamie for the slightest second before he screamed, thrusting the blade towards my chest.

Sidestepping the weapon, I grabbed the hilt of the man's sword with my right hand, using my left elbow to connect against his jaw. The side of his face slacked with a satisfying snap, his grip loosening on the blade enough for me to twirl it towards us and thrust it into his abdomen. I caught a glance of Amara's entertained face as she watched me from afar, more demons crawling out from behind her, the bottom of her red dress ruffling slightly in the wind of their movement.

Pulling the blade from the Soldier's chest, I realized his sword was much heavier than those I was accustomed to, the metal weighing me down like a ton of lead. It felt like the blade was pulling the veins out of my hands, like there was a weight creeping itself into my arm. Demon metal. I let the weapon clatter to the ground immediately, turning on my heels to glance back at the woman who was being stalked. I didn't think before I moved, hurtling myself towards her and her child.

Weaponless, I stood between them and the Ravenor demon licking his fangs as he advanced in the chaos around us. I could feel the blood still dripping from my left palm, and now my neck as I panted, one arm staged protectively in front of the pedestrians behind me. The tips of my fingers began to glow, a familiar burn rising in my stomach as the heat spread up my limbs. The demon kept coming, only a few yards away as he coiled backwards on his hind legs, the muscles tightening as he readied to pounce. I rocked back on my heels, sprinting straight for him.

We collided in the air with the sound of thunder. The demons fangs snapped inches away from my throat and I gripped its jaw, the pulsating electricity surging through me just as it had moments earlier. The Ravenor in my hands let out a horrid, gutteral screech as I fried every nerve in its body, my lightning coursing through each of its muscles as it went rigid in my grip. I shoved the dead creature off of me as it began crumbling into ash. I panted in the cloud of dust, lying on my side and staring at my hands in wonder as I tried to regain what strength I had left. It had been a long time since I'd had to fight something that wasn't my own conciousness.

There was a figure moving in the ashes and I propped myself up on one elbow, my free hand glowing in preparation as I waited anxiously for it to come closer. My heart raced inside my chest, the blood pumping thickly through my veins as I readied myself for whatever may come. I pushed myself to my knees, one of my feet making it to the ground while the other stayed tucked tiredly behind me. As I kneeled on the concrete it began to melt underneath me. The cloud around me seperated, my sight focusing on one single color: The gold-green iris' of Jamie Lightwood.

His face was so familiar it hurt. Even as the ground faltered underneath me slightly, I could feel water brimming in my eyes just looking at him. There was a battle raging around us, but the only thing I could hear was my heart beating thickly in my chest. The boy's mouth fell open as a mixture of bewilderment and despair washed over his beautiful features. His lazy bottom lip hung down as he tried to find something worth saying. Jamie's dark bronze hair was a mess of disheveled curls. It was the longest I'd ever seen it, and it clashed harshly against his pale skin. I'd never seen him look so ill or tired, his high cheekbones looking more prominent with the weight he'd seemed to have lost. It was unnerving. There was a scrape against his well-defined jaw, no other injury to be found besides that. His Shadowhunting gear hugged his solid frame like a second skin, runes covering both of his toned arms like tattooed sleeves.

Neither of us said a word.

"Children!"

The voice was large, like it had a personality of its own. There was a clarity to it, a demanding presence that didn't ask you the question of whether or not you wanted to listen. Every demon froze in its place, and for a moment so did we. It was like being rooted to the ground with no way out. My eyes flickered across the block. Most of the civilians had scattered and run for cover, some of those who hadn't been so lucky were lying on the ground moaning in pools of their own blood. It was the man in the black suit speaking, his hands clasped together in front of him as though he'd just closed a fantastic business deal. There wasn't a single wrinkle in his suit.

Jamie and I were both watching the man with anxious readiness, Jamie gripping the hilt of his favorite Seraph blade so tightly his knuckles turned starch white. Amara's friend strode forward as she watched smugly behind him.

"I think we've proved our point tonight, friends!" The man continued cheerfully. "Don't you?" he paused at the body of an old man who was curled tightly into a ball on the ground. The elderly man made some type of groaning noise that sounded like a plea for help. "Good," the well-tailored devil grinned. "Me too. It's now come time for me to ask my dear children to return home with us before our little Shadowhunters get too zealous."

The demons, those who were still alive and ambulatory, sulked their way back into the streets of New York, pouting as they crawled back to their master and into the pit from whence they came. I looked around at the battered, torn street, at the broken billboard signs and busted windows of local businesses. I locked eyes with the gorgeous blond man in the suit.

"Amara," he said easily, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Do what you came for, My Love."

I knitted my eyebrows together, Amara grinning before disappearing into a cloud of black smoke. There was nothing there where she once stood but floating embers and a bit of ash. Jamie followed the man's gaze to me, his eyes widening just as Cora's had. There was a gust of warm air that blew across the back of my neck, bits of black smoke wafting over my shoulders as I whipped my head around.

Jamie screamed something as Amara gripped my throat in one of her hands, her black skin shimmering in the lights of New York as my body exploded into flame. The moment she touched me everyone within twenty feet flew backwards, a wave of pressure similar to the one I'd experienced the night I ruined the Institute flourishing from our connected bodies. It was the hottest I'd ever been, my skin blazing so furiously I could barely stand the pain. So this is what it's like to be burned alive. Amara grinned as she sucked the life from my body, the tips of her fingers latching around my throat and turning a pale pink color. She was growing skin.

It stretched from her fingers, up into her arms, the woman sucking enough power from my soul to Glamour herself into looking like a true human being. Blood-red lipstick, a color that matched her dress, shimmered across her plush, full lips. She arched a perfect dark eyebrow at me smugly as I dropped to my knees in front of her. Her skin radiated a beautiful olive glow in the midst of our fire, her small, cat-like eyes trained on me. She was like a female viper, gorgeous and deadly all at once. There was a pulsating light around us, a glowing, raging fire that burned in our air. It was like someone had poured gasoline into our veins, igniting the flame that already burned like wildfire inside of us. I grit my teeth, curling my toes as the amused expression on her face sent a wave of fury ripping through my body.

There was electricity buzzing in my fingertips, jagged jets of blue-white light crackling over my skin. Amara's expression broke, the calm, collected, divine look she'd been wearing slowly melting off of her face as I raised my hand to those she had wrapped around my throat. I closed my fingers around her wrist, the lightning crackling dangerously as her flaming iris' went wide with surprise. I screamed, using every inch of will I had left.

Lightning shot out of my body as if I were some sort of exploding battery. Amara's hand left my throat, a mixture between a scream and a hiss leaving her body as we flew in opposite directions, my face connecting with the pavement. Jets of white crackling light zoomed out of my skin, connecting with every electrical appliance on the block. The digital billboards above us exploded, shop windows shooting glass everywhere from the force. DVD'S were popping and hissing in one of the stores, cash registers and security alarms malfunctioning if not disintegrating or exploding all around us.

I could hear Amara hiss in frustration, opening my eyes just enough to see the horror and fury scrawled across her beautiful new features. Her companion, the man in the black suit, looked thoroughly bored, slipping backwards into the chasm from whence he came. Amara's fiery eyes met mine, a spark growing in them as her voice made its way into my thoughts.

This is not the last you have seen of me, Daughter of Heavenly Fire.

The fury restrained itself on her face, pulling back into a mask of strained patience and replaced with a smile as she skulked backwards, her blood-red dress fluttering in the chaotic wind.

The woman exploded into flame, the wall of fire surrounding her and shutting the crater in the ground closed, sealing it as though it had never existed. Car alarms were going off, engines catching fire, tires exploding. My lightning strikes had sent a wave through the ground, most of my friends dropping down onto the pavement and stiffening for a few moments if they hadn't been quick enough to flee.

I twitched pathetically on the ground, too weak to even roll onto my back as air struggled its way into my lungs. My fingers were curled on the ground in front of me, spasming every few seconds along with the other random muscles in my body. Every now and then, a small, circular wave of blue light would wash out of my body and across the ground surrounding me before fading back into the Earth. It had been like hitting Taz, except ten times worse. The edges of my vision were darkening. Jamie scrambled to his feet some distance away from me, debris flying up under his boots as he sprinted in my direction.

"Don't!" I choked as he dropped to his knees by my side. Jamie ignored my warning, a tiny jet of my lightning zapping at his finger as he tried to touch me. He snatched his hand back, clutching it to his chest for only a moment before reaching out to grab me again.

"Are you retarded?" Gemma spat bitterly at him. "Let somebody else have a go at it before she singes your hand off."

"Would you like to give it a try?" Jamie snapped back. "By the looks of how useless you are in battle your hands probably don't offer much contribution to this world anyways."

"What the fuck just happened?" It was Darren's voice this time, and although I was too afraid of the pain that would follow should I try to find his face, I could picture his expression twisted into the usual mask of confusion and annoyance.

"Where's Stasi?"

"Over there, with Taz."

Jamie grunted as he forced his hands against my back, my electricity hissing at his skin. I could only imagine the pain he was feeling, his fingers digging into my back as they stiffened and he tried to bear the pain. His left hand gripped the back of my shirt as if he were afraid I'd evaporate, his right hand pulling his stele out of his combat boot. I winced, the familiar pain of a healing rune flooding me as Jamie carved it into my shoulder blade.

I groaned, trying to shift my body at the sound of my brother's name. My brother, who had split the Earth beneath us in two and had somehow managed to turn me into a walking bugzapper. There was a burning, rigid pain in my shoulder, running across my collar bone where I'd been bitten, but I tried to ignore it.

"Stop," Jamie ordered, although his voice was gentle. I could see him reaching out to my face again, wincing as another wave of pulsating light swept across the surrounding ground like a wave kissing the shore. "Whatever the Hell you just did was on a whole other scale of insane. Don't try to move."

"Taz...and...everyone...everyone else-"

"He's fine," Jamie laughed breathlessly, almost as though he were relieved. I didn't understand what was so funny. "He's fine, I promise, he really is. Anastasia's with him now, we're all okay."

"Speak for yourself," Aaron whined somewhere behind me. "You weren't the one who flew through a store window." I couldn't look back to measure up the damage, but I didn't want to. Just looking at Jamie sent a rush of guilt through me that I couldn't out-think. There was blood smeared against the left side of his chin, claw-marks and and bruises covering his hands. His Shadowhunting gear was torn over the right side of his chest, a place where an ugly, scraggly, faded rune was hiding. It looked like a botched job to be honest, almost like he'd done it hastily, angrily, like he'd had a personal vendetta against the thing and didn't care how it'd come out.

"Jamie?" I whimpered quietly. The boy's face broke like a shattered heart, his golden eyes flooding with concern and longing as he brushed a lock of hair out of my face, wincing at the burn of my skin. "I don't...I..."

"Move!" Casper shouted, practically shoving Heaven out of the way at my head. Jamie tried to grab him by the shoulders, and although Casper wasn't as fast, he was just as strong. Both boys grappled with each other for a moment, sides quickly being chosen as each set of Shadowhunters readied their weapons for another fight. I could hear the click of Heaven's crossbow as she reloaded it, and the tinkling of a thick metal chain piling up against the gravel at Gemma's feet; the thick metal chain that lead to her favorite weapon: a bowling ball sized silver sphere that when activated grew razor-sharp blades that encircled it like a belt.

"If you ever in your life put your hands on my parabatai again," Jamie seethed, the boys face-to-face with little room between them. "I'll kill you."

"Wouldn't be the wisest decision considering I'm the only thing keeping Hazel alive right now," Casper fired smugly. "And we all know how you feel about your Hazel."

"At least we're on the same page when it comes to where she belongs." Jamie hissed back, his words burning into my mind.

Where I belong? This was the same Jamie that had decided I wasn't allowed back at the Institute. This was the same Jamie that couldn't be with me because of his People, because we both had destinies to fufill. He hated me. He hated what I'd done to him, and how I'd hurt him, and after burning down his home I'd figured he'd never be able to forgive me; yet here he was, calling me his.

"Hazel," Jamie panicked, his voice raising slightly as my eyes fluttered. His voice was becoming blurry, like I was hearing it through a mountain of fuzzy blankets. "Hazel?!"

The stars were twinkling brightly above us, winking at me as if the entire spectacle had been amusing to them. There was something about the night sky that was promising, as though they were proof of the angels. I pretended it was them, burning brightly in the sky. They promised me a future after this. They promise me that one day, after I paid my dues and suffered for this world, I could burn in the night sky at their sides, winking down at whatever poor soul was next. They reminded me of the quote Clary had whispered to Jace as he died in her arms.

I struggled to suck in the next breath.

The world went black.