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W : White Flag - Bishop Briggs
Requested by Jling
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up
Oh, won't wave my white flag, no
This time I won't let go
I'd rather die
Than give up the fight, give up the fight
Give up the fight, give up the fight
Won't wave my white flag, no
Oh, I won't go down slow
I'd rather die
Than give up the fight, give up the fight
Give up the fight, give up the fight
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Clarissa Morgenstern pursed her lips together as she looked to her side. Alexander Lightwood and Maia Roberts were standing there, both of them with similar, steely expressions on their faces. She looked to her left and Isabelle Lightwood was there, her fingers twitching at her side, little purple sparks flickering around her hands. They had another four people further back, a bit of a safer distance from the building—including the third Lightwood sibling and also Clary's mother.
They were all poised, bodies tensed and ready for the signal.
It didn't take long before it came.
A massive explosion at the front of the building; two of the black SUV's that were parked outside the building exploded, pieces of twisted metal flying into the air as they were suddenly consumed in flames.
"Go!" Clary hissed, and the four of them surged forward. Clary was leading the way, Maia behind her, then Isabelle and Alec bringing up the rear as they slipped through the hole in the wire fence that they had created and running toward the compound. The guards would all be distracted by the explosion that was created by Simon Lewis' mutant hands, but that was only going to be temporary, so they needed to make sure they kept moving. They reached one of the service doors, and Isabelle moved forward, placing her hand over the card reader. There was a quiet hum and then a pop, and the door clicked open—Isabelle's mutation allowing her to short circuit almost any type of electronics.
"Come on," Alec grunted as he reached past them to grab the handle of the door, holding it open as the three woman slipped past him and into the building. They had studied the blue prints for the place for the past few weeks, to the point where they knew it like the back of their hand, and they quickly made their way down the hallway. Almost everything was concrete and glass and there were security cameras around every corner. Clary's fingers were flicking toward them, grasping onto the metal in the little cameras and twisting them to the side since it would draw less attention to just shift their view than Isabelle shorting them all out, but just like the explosion, it would only buy them a short amount of time.
Their first problem came when they opened a door that would lead them to the hallway alongside the part of the building where the holding cells were. They had been focusing more on speed than silence, and as the door opened, it alerted two guards at the end of the hall. There were shouts and then both men lifted up their guns. They were wearing bulletproof vests and the same uniform that the other Circle members were in, and they had a thin metal band wrapped around the backs of their heads and pressing against their ears—a device made by some high-tech companies to protect people from telepaths.
"Stop where you are!" The first guard shouted.
"Put your hands up!" The second guard added, the two of them advancing of the group of four. The four didn't falter, continuing their approach, and that was when the guards started firing at them. Clary threw herself in front of the group, her hands coming upward, palms out, and stopping the bullets as they sliced through the air toward the group.
"Alec! The wall!" Clary shouted over the sound of the machine guns firing and the shouting coming from the guards. They were yelling for back up, and the more that came, the harder it was going to be for them to get out. Alec moved quickly, toward the thick concrete wall to their left, and put his hands to the wall. Another two guards came around the corner, and then Maia's head tipped to the side, ears pricked.
"We've got two coming from behind!" Maia shouted and her and Isabelle turned around, covering Clary's back. With a flick of Clary's fingers, she jerked the guns from the guards hands, the metal attracted to her, and she sent them smashing against the ground, falling down with all of the harmless bullets that she had stopped and that were now littering the floor. Isabelle had her hands raised in a defensive position while Maia twisted her neck, rolling her shoulders, and then with a few loud, wet pops and there was a wolf standing where Maia had been, her clothes ripped and useless on the ground. She growled and showed her teeth, waiting for the guards to come through the door that they just run through.
"Come on, Alec!" Isabelle urged, knowing that it was just a matter of time. Maia had been the first one to hear about the two coming, given her hearing because of her werewolf abilities, but even the other three could hear the shouting between guards and the pounding of feet on concrete floors. Alec didn't say anything, his complete concentration on the wall. His knuckles were almost white from how hard he was pressing against the concrete wall. Suddenly, splits and cracks forced themselves through the wall. There were little puffs of concrete dust as the cracks broke through the thick concrete.
"Maia!" Clary cried out warningly as the two guards came through the door. Everything moved quickly from that point forward—even quicker than things had been moving before. Clary jerked the guns from their hands before they could even begin shooting and then Maia was lunging forward. Clary pulled more guns from them, as well as the knives that they had strapped to their ankles. Maia tore at their clothes, ripping at their arms and torsos, slashing through their clothes with her fangs and claws.
She wasn't going to kill them, not unless she was forced, but she wasn't going easy on them either.
"Step back!" Alec shouted, still standing against the wall, which was quickly crumbling. Isabelle and Clary flattened themselves against the opposite wall as the concrete all of a sudden began falling down, until there was a huge gap in the wall. On the other side, dressed in hideous grey and orange jumpsuits that the Circle put all of their prisoners in, were about fifteen mutants.
The four didn't recognize all of them, but they were here to save them all.
Especially Jace Herondale and Magnus Bane.
"Alexander!" Came a gasp from the far side, a handsome Indonesian man who just didn't look himself with his hair hanging limply without any gel and his face scrubbed bare, not a hint of glitter or eyeliner. He was holding a little girl close to his side, with caramel coloured skinned and black hair. She could only be four or five years old.
"Magnus!" Alec sprinted across the room, rushing to hold his boyfriend close and burying his face in his side.
"We don't have time for this," Clary's voice was clipped as she tried to keep herself in control of her emotions. She was one of the leaders of the Resistance, and even though her eyes had been drawn to Jace the moment the wall had fallen, she couldn't let herself forget that they were in the middle of a highly secured compound run by a vicious man who had dedicated his life to wiping out all mutants—her people. "We need to get out of here."
"Get this off me," Jace growled out as he came over to her. All of the mutants who were in the uniform were wearing thick metal collars with a flashing red light and Clary hated the fact her husband was collared like an animal. They were inhibitors, they stopped the mutants from being able to use their powers. Clary nodded and jerked her head at Isabelle, who was standing next to a couple of other mutants, quickly disabling their collars. They could get them off later, it required a bit more finesse than what Clary was ready to do in the middle of a warzone, right now they just needed them disabled.
"Hold still," Isabelle murmured, putting her fingers to the collar. There was a snap and a hum and the light flickered off.
"Maia!" Clary shouted over her shoulder as Jace rolled his shoulders, feeling his powers running through, surging through his limbs after being pushed down for nearly a month. Clary saw his golden eyes flash as the powers came back, and she wanted to kiss him with relief, at the fact he was still alive, that he was okay, but that was for later.
"Everyone get close!" Jace shouted and the mutants all gathered around him, even the ones that Clary didn't recognize. Obviously, Jace had shared what his mutation was, and they trusted him to keep them safe. Maia came charging through the gap in the wall, blood dripping from her mouth. There was the sound of so many bullets being fired, and shouts from countless guards, all of them getting closer and closer. Clary took in a deep breath and ducked her head as Jace's powers grew around them. There was a golden shimmer around them, encompassing all of them, as Jace's powers began to flex and expand.
Just as the guards came around the corner, coming through the jagged hole in the concrete that Alec had created, Jace's powers exploded.
There was a forcefield around the mutants, keeping them safe, as the golden shimmer around them suddenly exploded outward. It sent the guards flying backward and it continued throughout the entire building. Anyone in the compound would have been affected, although obviously the ones closer to the blast would have been worse off. The concrete walls shuddered, the glass of the thick, bulletproof windows shattered and before any of the Circle members had a chance to retaliate, Clary was charging forward, knowing that the others would be at her back.
They didn't run into any guards who were able to function on their way out.
A couple of the mutants—the ones who looked more pale and gaunt than the others, so obviously had been there for longer—lashed out at some of the incapacitated guards, kicking them as they ran past. Clary knew they wanted revenge, but now wasn't the time.
That would come later.
Clary lead the way, and she trusted that Alec and Jace would be at the back, ensuring that everyone was staying together.
They got out of the compound the same way that they had come in, out the side door and then sprinting the short distance to the wire fence and then slipping through. Clary didn't look back, they didn't have time for that, so she just kept on running. They needed to get to their rendezvous point where Jocelyn Fairchild, Max Lightwood, Jordan Kyle and Lydia Branwell were waiting. Simon was there as well, and Clary felt a little bit of tension leave her stomach as well, knowing that Simon got there safely as well.
"Open a portal!" Clary shouted out to them as they approached, and she shoved at the branches of trees to get to the road where their five friends were. Max jerked his head in a nod as she broke through the last of the trees and came out onto the road. She could hear the rustle and snap of branches behind her as the rest of the mutants followed her. Behind them, though, a lot further back but getting closer were shouts from the guards and even a few scattered gunshots.
Clary's heart was pounding in her chest as the mutants that they had just released all gathered around her, waiting as Max's fingers came together, blue sparks flying. The younger boy took in a deep breath as he slowly spread his fingers outward, and a portal was created. He widened his arms until they were far apart and there was a portal wide enough for someone to run through, opening to the underground warehouse that they were living in. On the other side there were other people waiting, watching with wide eyes as they waited for their friends to get back.
"Go, go, go!" Clary ushered the mutants around her through the portal.
"Come on," Jocelyn urged some of the younger mutants that they had saved, ones who they had never seen before looking a little nervous. But they had to keep moving, because the guards were getting closer. Magnus gave Clary a wide smile as he passed by her, carrying the little girl tightly in her arms. Jocelyn and Simon charged through the portal after the mutants they had rescued, quickly followed by Lydia, Alec, Isabelle and Maia, who was still in wolf form. Clary was the only one still on the road, and Max, who was holding the portal open.
"Let's go," Max said, sounding a little breathless. Jace reached an arm through the portal, from where he was safely on the other side, looping his fingers around her wrist and tugging. Just as Clary was about to step through the portal, the guards crashed through the trees...
Lead by a very familiar face.
Valentine Morgenstern's lip was curled in a snarl as he saw his daughter—a mutant, just like the vermin he was trying to exterminate—and she smirked at him, although her eyes were just as cold as his.
Clary lifted the hand that Jace wasn't holding, pulling the fingers at her father, before stepping through the portal and dragging Max behind her. She could hear the clicks of the guns as the guards rose their weapons, but Max let the portal close instantly behind them, and they were safe, back in their hide out.
That was when she let herself slump against Jace and her husband held her tightly.
For now, they were safe, and they needed to celebrate that, to make sure that they were all okay and ready to fight.
Because tomorrow, their war would continue.
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