I got a burst of inspiration from the new twenty one pilots songs...

Jace-

When I was a child I'd often felt anger; anger towards my father for not coming to any of my school plays, my mother for constantly leaving me on the weekends to work- hell even Alec for something as simple as beating me at games.

I'd also felt betrayal. Betrayal from my parents for leaving me alone with Maryse for weeks on end to further their business. Betrayal from my mom constantly making empty promises-the futility of her trying to make it up for leaving me was forever displayed when neither she nor dad kept their word.

Betrayal and anger were often expressed together with me, but I'd never felt it as strongly as I did now.

Clary.

Why couldn't she just tell me about Bast-Sebastian and herself's past. I was sprinting out of her house as quick as I could. I saw red. The ugly fist flying, blood boiling red. Adrenalin coursed through my veins as my legs picked up speed.

My heavy footfalls ran along to the sound of my hammering heart against my chest, roaring and fuelling towards the fists that would beat Sebastian to a bloody pulp.

I slowed down-what was I thinking. Clary would never respect me if I turned to violence- then I'd be just like him.

But I wasn't. I didn't hit girls, I didn't hit anyone physically weaker or smaller than me-he's a coward.

A coward for hitting someone as delicate as Clary to feel better about himself.

I stopped.

What was I going to do? Run up to the Penhallows and knock on the door, hoping it was him to open the door.

I could call Alec- no, he shouldn't get involved in it. I started jogging to the Penhallows again. I couldn't let him get away with this, what he did to her. It was inexcusable. He had to pay.

Once again I picked up speed.

CPOV;

Despite the panic I felt over having to tell Jon of Sebastian's and my past; I couldn't help but also feel relieved that everything being out in the open.

"What's Jace talking about, who is he?"Jon asked frantically. I faintly registered Jon's panicked tone, the ache in my chest appeared as I turned to look at my brother. Oh Jonny-you don't deserve all the trouble that's my baggage. I should of done the right thing in the first place and never of risked my family or newfound friends on the wrath of Sebastian. What was I thinking moving to New York, it was futile to leave him-he'd find me.

But it wasn't too late now to fix the mess I'd made.

"Clare you're freaking me out, please what does Jace mean? Who hurt you!" Jon turned from scared to furious as if someone had switched a flip. His eyes now livid with unhinged fury. He suddenly grabbed me as if I needed a reminder that he was waiting.

"Clarissa!" Jon now shook me none too gently. I finally snapped.

"Why are you acting like this is from some stupid soap opera! Shut up and let me think for a second before I tell you!" I screamed at him- I needed to think of a way to tell him. "Just let me think. " I repeated calmly.

"There's no time for thinking, I just need you to tell me who hurt you." Jon slumped down against my bedroom wall, framed pictures I had nailed up against the orange walls shook from the impact of Jon hitting his head against it, as if to calm down the rapid stream of thoughts he was having.

"My ex, it's Sebastian."

"You mean Bastian- he's hurt you? H-how long have you two known each other?" Jon sounded calmer yet the underlying fury in his tone with the enraged glint in his eyes told a different story- one of violence.

"Little over a year, we went to the same high school back in LA and dated from around Christmas last year until when I moved here-" I let out raggedly until a sob broke through my speech.

Jonathan crawled over to me then, wrapping his strong arms around me as if I was a small child. I guess I was to him- I looked so fragile sitting there all scrunched up, sobbing with my arms wrapped around myself as if to keep my body from falling apart around me. The futility wasn't lost on me, my life crumbling around me like the gingerbread house of lies and false deceptions I'd built here. But I wasn't as fragile as I looked, Jon and I both knew it.

"Why's he back?" Jon whispered.

"To get what he thinks is his."

"So what are we going to do? Jace is already running to beat him to a pulp, maybe I'll get a few punches in too." Jon spoke calmly yet I could hear the underlying fury in his tone. he was hurt, upset that he did nothing all this time- that I had been hurt by seb.

"No Jon, violence isn't the answer-he's been threatening me with violence all this time, don't turn to violence to feel better. " Despite my soft spoken words, I only further increased his anger towards seb.

"Can't you see! Nothing can make me feel better about this. Beating him up will stop him from thinking he can have you though." Jon stood up suddenly. We both knew where he was going.

"Please don't do this Jonny." I begged him. I grabbed his elbow in a desperate attempt to stop him. its not that I didn't want to hurt Sebastian- I just knew that the repercussions of hurting him would far outweigh the damage he'd receive.

"Clary, don't make this harder than this already is." Jon ripped his arm from my grip. I then gripped his left arm again with futility.

"I'm not! Cant you see, by stopping you I'm making this easier, nothing good can come from getting involved with him, trust me. Fighting him will only make him more determined, more lethal to us. " I reasoned with him, I could see my argument running through Jon's head.

"Okay." Jon took a calming breath before I relaxed the grips on his arm. The conflict had evaporated between us. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"We still have to go after Jace though." Jon reminded me.

"Do you think he's there yet?" I asked worriedly.

"He was running, so he's most likely close." Jon estimated, the Penhallows weren't that far away, several blocks at most.

"Where's the car keys?" Jon asked impatiently. If we didn't get there soon something bad would happen.

"By the door, quick." Both Jon and I were running down the steps. We had to get to Jace...

JPoV;

Thunder roared in the background like a battle cry warning of a war ahead. My blood was boiling-fatigue ignored as I slowed down. I had finally reached the Penhallows' home. Behind the antique oak doors of the tall three storey Victorian building was my target; my foe- Sebastian.

The sinister rumbles of the thunder were now accompanied with the heaveying but lighter sounds of rainfall. the arrangement of noise evened out white noise as I approached the front door. My hair was curling from the myriad of raindrops that were caught in-between my locks. The lights in the house were still turned on. Despite the cold and dreary weather, the night wasn't as cold as most other winter nights in New York. The night was still early-my blood racing; anger was my fuel- whether it was the energy that brought down mine or Sebastian's downfall- I did not know. I just hoped it was the latter's.

The old brass knocker felt heavy in my hand, I ignored all rationality of my future actions.

The door opened.

"Jace?"

"Oh-hi Aline." I almost stuttered. In the minutes leading up to getting here I'd completely overlooked how it might not be Sebastian who opened the door. I was thrown off-guard by Aline's presence.

"Hi, w-why are you hear?" Aline stuttered herself, the look of pure confusion was written all over her face. why was I- Sebastian!

"Where's your cousin" I asked impatiently. Aline looked at me as if I was a complex puzzle.

"Why do you need him at this time? He's studying." Aline replied slowly. "Are you heading out anywhere cos my parents don't like us going out at this time usually."

"Well I just need to talk to him" I muttered angrily, Aline still looked at me sceptically but opened the door further in invitation. Before I got a step in Sebastian loudly descended the stairs.

"Oh hey Jace" Sebastian greeted warmly, smiling in greeting; the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Aline, why's Jace here?" he turned to his cousin, who still looked slightly confused.

"I'm here to talk to you Sebastian " Jace replied for himself. Sebastian dropped his smile- he knew I knew; why else would I use his full name.

"Stan?" Aline asked.

"I'll be talking to Jace outside, I've got my keys" Sebastian muttered, he gestured for me to go outside. I stiffly obliged. It was showtime...

The rainfall outside had eased up slightly despite only being in their house for little over a minute. The click of the front door signalled that we were alone. I quickly turned around.

"So I'm guessing Clary's told you about us?" Sebastian started off.

"The fact that you're her abusive ex who's stalked her across the country, nah, she was way too scared for that- I figured it out." I spat out angrily.

"Who knew; the blond jock does have brains after all." Sebastian laughed ruthlessly, behind him, he produced a gun. "Nothing fancy I know- yet still, I had to be prepared just in case she did ever tell anyone. I guess it's time to follow through with my threats. "

I gulped- this was not how I expected things to go...

The Fray siblings frantically drove down the Brooklyn streets- rushing towards the Penhallows' home. Meanwhile Sebastian Verlac slipped into his own car. the revving sounds of his engine was swallowed by the roaring of the thunder. Of the myriads of raindrops falling down onto the New York streets- few fell onto the still form of Jace Wayland. The rainwater mixed with the blood on his head causing the ground around him to carry a pink tint to it. Aline Penhallow nervously paced around in her room- contemplating whether she should give into the temptation of lacing up her boots and going outside to see what was happening. She somehow couldn't place the uneasy feeling she was having over the two boys encounter.

The Frays turned another corner, they didn't have enough time to react to the other car speeding towards them. The car's lights barely showed the road in front of them- with the rain pelting down heavily on them.

Sebastian however expected them, pulling out his gun- he unwound the window to fire.

Neither foresaw that the cars would collide into each other. The cars mashed together, one of the drivers flying through the windshield. Glass shattered and covered the three unconscious bodies along with rain. the sound of the crash rang clearly through the otherwise noisy outside. The thunder had ceased for those few seconds. the gunshot however had been swallowed in the loud sound of scraping metal colliding with each other. Neither of the three bodies lay unscratched. Neither conscious.

Aline Penhallow rushed out of her house after hearing a loud crash not that far away. That wasn't the sound of thunder. However all she saw was the limp form of her friend- Jace.

Aline's scream pierced through the night. The thunder had ceased, as did one of the teenagers-their lungs ceasing to heave in one last breath.

wow- it's been a long time since I last updated. I'm sorry that I didn't update with this a month earlier- but this has taken quite a few goes at writing this to finish this chapter. I think the next chapter will be the final one, unless you guys want an epilogue? Anyway please read and review. Criticism is key to success after all. I'll roughly be updating in two weeks.

-Ruby |-/