This is my first Fan fiction. Please don't be too mean in the comments, also the clave are like super agents. K?
Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns all!
On the run. I was always running. Running from the clave, running from my family and most cliché, running from me. The last one was the hardest to outrun. I kept getting glances of a boy with ocean blue eyes and dirty black hair and then of course I'd run again. Yes I hated it, but looking back at what I had become reminded me of why I was on the run and I did not want to remember! Lately though the chase had eased. The clave's huge search for Alexander Gideon Lightwood was put on hold, and for at least two years it had finally seemed as though good things were heading my way. A plus was there are no mirrors in my shelter.
One day after many epiphanies and a stolen hotdog, I saw the face that had become the game changer.
For some reason I could not tear my gaze away from the green-yellow cat slitted eyes that matched mine in intensity. I let my focus slip a little and took a look at the rest of him. The black hair moulded into half-spikes with strands hanging down in the back. The body that seemed to glow with an ethereal light as though he showered in glitter. The ripped and fashionably frayed band tee that showed off lean muscle and thinly corded arms. My half-focused vision tapered down to the black skin-tight jeans showing off a pair of gorgeous legs. Then the boots, oh god the boots! Red tartan combat boots with a pulled over black lining. His already impressive height was raised slightly by the small heel on the back of the shoes.
A loud yell from beside me snapped me out of my tunnel vision. A seriously ticked off hot dog vendor was yelling in what I guessed was Polish, was brandishing is fist at me and kept pointing at the hot dog in my hands. I think it was safe to say I was not being given it for free.
All of a sudden Wonder Boy was there an offering (in English) to pay for the sausage. He smiled at me, but I just dropped the bun and ran. I needed to get away from the man with sunshine smiles and a quirky dress sense. Oh and by way of introduction. My name is Alec Lightwood, I'm a well-known fugitive and 100% gay!
I checked both sides of the street before slipping into the world's skinniest alley and running up the fire escape quietly. Not that I was trying to, I just weighed so little that my footfalls made no impact on the metal. I emerged on the flat roof top and slipped into the two man tent Jace Herondale had given me. Alone with my thoughts I began drifting off to dreamland…
My dreams consisted of two fifteen year olds helping each other survive the summer. Me with my obvious fugitive business and Jace with having no friends. Lord knows why, he was a gorgeous boy! They merged back into memories and emotions. Like Jace's anger when I came back from a run in with a particularly angry gang, who left me with a split lip, bruise across one side of my face and a broken arm.
Jace had helped me set the arm, which with the help of his medical supplies healed in record time. Less than a year! I told Jace everything. Warning him about the dangers of hiding me from the clave and what they could do to him and his family. Then explaining that the clave were torturous people who killed unless you had a flawless excuse. The dream turned murky as I remembered Jace telling me he was leaving for England to live with his Uncle Valentine as his parents were no longer alive. Before he left he gave me his roof key and wished me good luck. Flashbacks of me curled up and crying flashed before me. I cried for a few days before the scene changed and I was bolting down the alleys of East New York, my heart pounding in my ears and sirens flashing off the grey bricks. I tossed as I nearly got caught and twisted as I tripped into the bins, then couldn't get up, despite every inch of my brain telling me I had to. I couldn't go home due to fatigue and dehydration and lack of food. A news report flashed telling me that the Clave had moved on to more important issues.
Then the sky brightened and wonder boy was helping out of the trash. He enveloped me in a warm, sandalwood hug and I melted. He tugged me into a life of luxury and safety and a bed? I raised an eyebrow in curiosity and he laughed, a beautiful sound that made me tingle and slowly began tugging me toward the bed.
I woke up with a wet feeling in my pants, and yet managed to smile goofily. Damn it! But boy was it worth it. Changed I fell back asleep.