Unbreakable
(All Rights Reserved to Cassandra Clare)
Chapter 2
Sunlight was streaming in through the windows as she woke up. Emma groaned as she sat up. She looked over to the clock and saw that it was only seven thirty. She contemplated trying to get a couple more hours of sleep but she heard the commotion going on downstairs. She got up and threw on a hoodie before making her way down. She loved the Blackthorn kids like her own but ever since Mark and her had started "dating" they've gotten a little unbearable. They are always tried to get Mark to kiss her or hug her, and Mark- well being Mark couldn't say no to them. Sure Mark was attractive but when you're in love with his younger brother, it makes it dificult. She hated hurting Julian, but it was the only way. Emma braced herself as she entered the loud kitchen. She immediatly saw Mark standing at the stove wearing a "Kiss the Cook" apron, making what looked like very burnt pancakes. Tavvy was sitting on the table halfway in a tub of chocolate frosting- where they got a tub so big or why... Emma didn't know. Dru was pacing in front of the oven holding a Superman timer with a worried expressioon as she watched smoke casually waft out of the crack. Ty and Livvy were sitting on the other end of the table arguing about whether "How to Get Away with Murder" or "Scandal" was better while flinging what looked like oatmeal at each other. Julian was nowhere to be found and Emma didn't know whether to be happy or sad about that. Mark turned around, sensing her presence, and gave a sloppy smile.
"Morning Emma" he said lazily after laying a plate of hockey puck looking discs of the table.
" Mark, you know frosting doesn't go well with burnt pancakes, right? Julian is going to have a heart attack before Tavvy does if he comes in and sees this," she said pointing to the kitchen. Emma gave up though in the middle. She plopped down beside Tavvy after grabbing a spoon and digging into the frosting. Tavvy looked up at her with big eyes before giving her the biggest grin and scooped up a handful of frosting and shoving it in to his mouth. Emma laughs as she looks over to the oven where smoking is still coming out of and decides that it would be best if they didn't start a fire today. She pushed herself up from the table, grabs the oven mitts, and holds her breath as she opens the oven. Black smoke comes rushing out. Coughing Emma reaches in and grabs the offending tin. Dru looks over her shoulder as she puts the now black tin into the sink.
"The recipe said that it needed to be in the oven for thirty minutes. It has only been twenty five!" Emma laughs as she puts a hand on Dru's shoulder, "Don't worry. Not all of us are cut out for the battle of baking." Dru looks over to the table where Mark's hockey pucks lay. "Great! Now we don't even have pancakes." Dru huffs before sitting down at the table. Emma then goes over to Ty and Livvy. They were still arguing the same thing till Emma finally interrupts them to tell them to stop flinging oatmeal. Five minutes later Tavvy and Dru were munching on some cereal, Mark was eating strawberries- whole again, and Emma finally sat down with a bowl of fruit and yogurt. About ten minutes later, everyone was just about finished when Julian walked in. Let's face the obvious, Julian looked what she thought would be Death's face. His normally tan skin was pale, he had dark bags underneath his eyes, and he was covered in paint. He looked around at the mess that was the kitchen and sighed before plopping down between Mark and Tavvy. He plucked an apple from the center of the table and took a big bite out of it. Emma looked away as he turned his head to hers. She muttered something about going on a run before grabbing her bowl and putting it in the sink. She was out the door and on the beach before anyone could say anything. She still had to figure out these dreams she was having. They were always the same, her mom and dad calling out for her, black mist surrounding her so thick she couldn't she her hands. It was usual for her to have dreams about her parents around this time, but never had consistent dreams like this. Ever since she killed Malcolm, things have been getting weird. She either had been hearing voices, seeing things, or having these dreams. She should go talk to Tessa or Magnus; they probably know what's going on. Maybe she was just crazy and having off day's becuase her and Julian. The breeze off the ocean was cool against her flustered skin. She looked out towards the dark churning ocean. It seems like a storm was coming in fast. The sun that was just warming her was now hidden behind layers of clouds. Emma turned towards the institute and started walking back.
Julian sighed as she started cleaning the kitchen. Mark had just left, handing him the "Kiss the Cook" apron muttering something about a shower. Dru had just taken Tavvy to get a bath before saying that he was in charge of the baking battles for now on- whatever that means. Ty and Livvy had left saying something along the lines of "Annalise is my favorite". Julian threw away Mark's pancakes and started on the dishes that were piled high in the sink. He had always liked doing the dishes. The sink was right under a window that looked out to the beach. He liked the hot soapy water running through his fingers as he went in rhythm of scraping the plates. When he was little his mom and him would wash the dishes together; he would wash, she would dry. It was his only alone time with his mom. He looked up to the window and saw that the once shining sun was cloaked under countless clouds. He dried off the remaining dishes and put them away as the door roughly opened and shut. Startled he looked up to the wind-blown Emma standing in front of him. She looked at him and started towards the stairs but he caught her arm. He was not going to let her get away from him that easily.
"We need to talk, " he said in a serious tone. She opened her mouth to say something before the windows shattered and it felt as though the world was being blown away.