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Alec's POV:
"Yeh okay. I'll be there soon. Bye
I hung up the phone and proceeded to follow Magnus into the kitchen, he was still walking around the kitchen like the 'hunch-back of Notre Dame' trying to make breakfast with his newly stubbed toe. He hadn't dressed or styled himself since last night leaving him in his natural look. His black hair was pushed from his face and you could vaguely see the blue tips. Without any makeup, he looked more pure and although it wasn't suppose to be the other was round, I think the sparkly makeup drained his beautiful golden eyes and with none, his eyes were accentuated. He wore a long grey pyjama bottoms and no top. His upper body was like an Abercrombie and Fitch model but not overly toned to make him look ridicules, it was just perfect, he was perfect. I leaned against the door frame to savour the view and remembering the bliss times when I could run my hands along those perfect abs when Magnus, who was still focussing on his eggs said:
"Like what you see Lightwood?" and glanced over to me. I could feel my cheeks burn up whilst I stared at the floor until they calmed down whilst Magnus chuckled to himself. I never blushed, never. But since I've been around Magnus again, this has become a regular occurrence. I started thinking, maybe we weren't ruined. Maybe, just maybe we could return to what we were before. I regret my reckless decision in even thinking of shortening Magnus' life, the scare when I thought he would die at the battlefield showed me how wrong I was. I could and never will get Magnus' face when he confronted me outside Camille's, out of my head. The mix between horror and sadness has haunted all my days ever since. I can't believe I had ever been so stupid. I was caught up in my head until Magnus interrupted my thoughts when saying:
"Do you want beans or not?" I shook my head out from my daze and returned my head to its normal level before nodding towards Magnus' direction with a small smirk. I had never seen Magnus cook without magic before so I was definitely making sure he ate everything first to check it's edible. You can't blame me for being cautious when I live with Izzy.
"Can I help with anything?" I asked to break the silence.
"Um... Could you put some mats out?" I walked into the kitchen and bent down to grab the mats when Magnus also tried to grab something in a similar drawer. Our fingers touched and I could feel the electrical pulse between us when I did, urging me to bring him closer. He clearly felt it too when we both gazed into each other's eyes longingly and slowly leaned in closer to one another. Magnus began cornering me to the other side of the kitchen and entrapping me between him and the white marble counter. His lips were only inches apart but they seemed so far away. He was towering over me and dominating the soon to be kiss but I was as willing as ever. My eyes began to flutter close and he leaned in further with millimetres between us. I leaned in and we were so close to kissing. I had dreamt of this moment since the black day Magnus gave me his goodbye kiss. I could feel his breath upon me and he was about to close the distance between us when we heard someone bashing against the door three times. Our eyes snapped open, Magnus almost jumped out of his skin and we unwillingly broke apart. We were caught in each other's eyes again when another couple of bangs irrupted behind the door again. This time it wasn't frustration and sadness behind his eyes, but anger. Magnus composed himself and marched to the door muttering to himself. My shoulders sagged and I leant back into the counter and sighed, could someone have come at any worse of a time? I heard Magnus answering the door to someone with a male voice followed by Simon storming into the kitchen.
"What. The. Fuck. Happened." Simon almost shouted, emphasising each word. Magnus replied and indicated Simon to sit in the living room to calm down and I would explain everything to the both of them. Simon sat calmly but I could see him constantly fidgeting moving from leaning back and bouncing his leg, leaning forward, clasping his hands and tapping his two thumbs together and running his hands through his hair, he was very nervous.
Simon looked as if he had just rolled out of bed and come here, which as I know him, probably did happen. He looked a mess, he wore a green creased short sleeved gamer t-shirt on which towards the bottom had bits of blood staining it, dark jeans, trainers which also had tiny bits of blood on them and his hair was all over the place. He look distraught, he probably ran here all the was from his apartment, which was a good 5 miles from here. I guess I'm glad Izzy fell for this one instead of the other tools she dated. I decided to finally bring Simon out of the dark and tell him what happened. When I walked in, his gaze automatically switched to me and sat there silently whist I began. I told him everything, from Jace's conviction, to Izzy's arrest, Clary's attack and kidnapping and everything which occurred on that day. He looked gobsmacked.
"I- uh- may-" he said whilst trying to absorb all of the information which I just told. "We should get Izzy first, need her help, then track Clary down and help Jace at the same time"
"And how the fuck are we going to do that Simon? This isn't some fucking game!" I knew it was harsh but he needed to hear it.
"I'm sorry I'm trying to help my friends instead of sitting on my arse and sulking." he screamed.
"I guarantee you haven't called up the Clave and appealed for Jace's sentence to be minimised or called a lawyer for Izzy, what about Clary? Have you done anything but feeling sorry for yourself?! Your with a fucking warlock for Christs sake, you can easily track her. You fucking coward" I broke him. This news has finally broken Simon. His optimistic naive, but happy heart has been broken. I looked down in shame because I knew it was true. What had I done except try to maintain my relationship with Magnus and answer a bloody phone call, I didn't even think of calling Simon, let alone the Clave. We sat in silence for what it seemed forever but Simon said,
"I can't sit on my sorry arse all day, I need to help. I need to get my girlfriend out of jail for the sake of all of us. I can't just let the people I love get away. "
Jace's POV:
Following the morning Izzy finally woke from her coma, everything worked like clockwork. Every day Izzy and would try to sleep as long as we could to waste the hours, then at one point in the day the bottom of the metal door would slide open for a few seconds whilst two portions of food (served in dog bowls) were slid into the cell. Izzy and I would sleep on the bed alternate nights. It was so cold on the floor, that's where I am now. I run my arms up along my arms and all I can feel is goose bumps, Izzy is sound asleep on the bed. I know she was hurt and a few people may have been killed the day I was convicted, but all I can think about is Clary. I can't bear to think that my precious beautiful Clary has been captured. To keep my soul alive I think of our times together. I laugh to myself when I think of the times she was nervous around me and said stupid things like when she wanted a mutant ninja turtle tattoo when she was younger, but still regret and mentally punish myself when I think of the times during the scare of us being related when I kissed Aline or didn't give her all my hours when I could. If I could relive the last 6 months over and over again, I would. I would give anything in the world to see her beautiful smile once more. I'm going to die in this hell hole without seeing her beautiful self ever again. She lit up everywhere she went, no matter the situation and she would always see the good in people. I pictured marrying her, how beautiful she'd look in and how our children would be, arrogant short tempered kids running around the place. I smirked thinking about them, every babysitter in town would hate us. But that smile dropped when I faced the reality- that would never happen, not anymore. My chance has gone. My life isn't worth living anymore. I wiped my eyes and curled up into a ball. This is it. This is who I am, a washed up shadow hunter who will die hung or die in prison.
Simon's POV:
"I can't sit on my sorry arse all day, I need to help. I need to get my girlfriend out of jail for the sake of all of us. I can't just let the people I love get away. " I walked out of the living room to find a very startled Magnus.
"Magnus, please, I'm begging you, help me get everything back to order. I can't do this all by myself." Magnus started at my still stunned, I hope he won't turn me down because of what I said to Alec. After what it seemed to be forever, which really was two minutes Magnus came to his decision:
"Okay I'll help, I make my way round the Clave and make them fulfil the favours to me. In the mean time I need you to grab these." Magnus picked up a notepad and not surprisingly, sparkly pen and wrote down a shopping list. "Meet me back here in an hour" he said whilst I walked towards the door but paused when Magnus continued "Oh and daylighter... you owe me big time". I ran down the steps and exited out the apartment building and looked down at the list. How the fuck am I suppose to find dragon saliva?!
Clary's POV:
It was so cold. I was so so cold. Sebastian hurt me over and over again. For hours it seemed I felt my cheeks become wetter and wetter from my tears. The only movement which I could make was the quick rising of my chest trying to contain my sobs. I closed my eyes and wished it all to go away, to think it was just a horrible dream and wake up as I always did from my nightmares when I was younger to my mother's soothing voice calming me and kissing me on the forehead. I never had nightmares next to Jace, his body wrapped around mine gave me a sense of security knowing no one could hurt me. He was gone and so was my protection. I was crying louder and louder due to the physical and emotional pain until something hit my head and my thoughts of Jace were the last thoughts I had that night.
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I could move again. Sebastian's injection was only temporary, which can be seen as a good point and a bad- he can easily repeat his actions and want more. My body, especially my abdomen hurt. It felt as if someone had thrust a demonic blade through me. My spirit was dying. I was dying. I wrapped myself in the foetal position and stared and my newly bruised knees. My breathing hitched and I would have begun to cry again, if there was any tears left to escape. What made things worse was knowing that I was not the only victim, Jace was going to die and I will never be able to hug him, kiss him or tell him I love him ever again. I closed my eyes wishing myself to go to sleep and dream of nothing, unlike the nightmares which revisit my memory each time I close my eyes. I heard the same clanking of unlock the door as I did the first time Sebastian visited. I tried to steady my breathing and blink away the tears to show no fear. But it was impossible. My brother was going to rape me over and over again.
Once I thought I was safe.
Once I thought nothing bad would happen to me anymore.
Once I thought I would live till I was old and grumpy with Jace.
Once I was terribly wrong.
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Sebastian appeared more and more by every day went by. He came to deliver me food and every time he would touch me and feel me against my will. I used to fight against him. I don't bother anymore. I refuse to eat, it would shorten my time here- alive. My frail body can't keep up with Sebastian's demands. My body is black and blue. I cannot escape from him. There's no where for me to run and no where for me to hide.
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