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"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them"
His feet pounded upon the muddy ground beneath him, kicking up the earth and spraying it in all directions. Sweat glistened on his forehead and rolled down his back, and he kept running. His heart rate increased and his breathing became rabid, and he kept running. Images clouded his thoughts and his fist clenched at his sides, and still he ran. He ran until the images were gone and all that was left was the pain in his legs and the pain in his heart. So kept running. Relishing the newfound pain in his muscles that was slowly quelling the ache in his heart. He ran till his body couldn't take it anymore. He crashed to the floor heaving in breath after breath, he coughed as the foul air reached his lungs and his eyes clenched shut as the onslaught on images came again as the pain in his legs slowly diminished.
He slowly regained composition of himself and sat up against the moss covered wall of earth. He had run into one of the many tunnels making up an underground maze under the city. Some were just used as sewers and drains, but others were home to thieves, gangs and murders. He knew he was right and royally screwed now and starting to regret blinding running into this disaster. He ran his hands through his sweaty locks highlighting it with streaks of mud and dirty water. He had no idea which way he'd come from and was exhausted from running the whole way. Great, he was going to die here, in a filthy alley surrounded by rats and waste. He sighed. Maybe death wouldn't be so bad, it sounded almost welcoming in that moment. Oh who was he kidding, death sounded boring. He slowly stood up, wincing as he legs almost buckled underneath him. He hugged the wall to his left and started trudging along until he found the exit some hours later.
The radio blared out the latest news which usually consisted of a list all the daily deaths. Spouting them of as if he was simply reporting the weather. A child in the coal sector, a young teenager in the ruby sector and a young couple in the pearl sector. The Pearl sector? That wasn't far from where Clary lived. The families there weren't especially well of, but they weren't drowned in poverty like many of the other sectors either. She finished her breakfast and started jogging in the direction of her school. It had been a week since the contestants for the EARTH games had been announced and like everyone else she had been training all week. She adjusted the strap of the bag on her bag, which contained a change of clothes, her books and about 10 kg of weights. She made it to her school gates no long after ten minutes and ran straight to the gym where she said she would meet Simon and Izzy for an early workout.
She heard the both of them before she saw them. Izzy was standing with her hands on her hips looking unimpressed as Simon sat sprawled on the floor.
"Come on Simon, I told you just one more press up, don't be such a baby".
"And I told you that I have asthma!"
I walked up to them and stood beside Isabel raising my eyebrows at the blubbering mess on the floor before me.
"How many has he done?" I turned to Izzy.
"Five" she snorted.
Simon finally sat up a look of betrayal on his face, "You say it like it's not a lot! Press ups take a great deal of work I'll have you know! I mean look at these arms" he waved his arms around wildly.
"Yeh I've seen hamsters with bigger biceps than that" Izzy replied.
"Hamsters are extinct Izzy so you can't possibly have seen one" he folded he arms over his chest and pouted, looking very much like an upset child.
Izzy threw her arms up in the air in defeat, "Simon, you are not going to win this competition on brains alone!"
"Well then you should be glad that you have more of a chance of winning."
Clary rolled her eyes at him and turned to Izzy instead a small smile on her face, "You wanna spar?" Izzy groaned but nodded in response.
"What about me?" Simon asked from the floor, Izzy pointed to a metal bar not far away, "pull ups" she smiled sinisterly. Simon let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a sneeze, but dragged himself to the bar and proceeded to stare at it whilst making small whining noises.
Izzy and Clary walked over the mats and started circling each other.
"So has Jon asked you to the dance yet" Izzy lunged forward as Clary sidestepped out of the way.
"Nope, I asked him"
"And he said…?"Clary threw a punch aiming for the neck, but her wrist was caught mid-way, and Izzy raised an eyebrow at her as if to say 'serious question?'
"He said yes. I mean who could resist this" she pointed to her body with her free hand whilst the one that was holding Clary's wrist twisted bringing her hand up behind her back in a painful position. Her leg hooked around her ankle, but before she could bring her down Clary slammed her head back into Izzy's nose. Izzy let go immediately her hand going to her nose which now had a steady stream of crimson coming out of it.
"Shit Clary, that bloody hurt", Clary bit her lip and muttered out an apology. Izzy wiped her nose with her t-shirt and threw herself at Clary, knocking the wind out of her as she fell to the ground and catching her completely off guard. Izzy flipped her onto her front and straddled her back pinning her arms down as Clary spluttered and coughed trying to get her breath back. Izzy threw her arms up in triumph, "haha, victory!"
"Can't…breath…" Clary gasped for air.
"Oh right sorry" Izzy climbed of and help her up, where she continued to gulp down breaths of air as Izzy patted her on the back.
"You alright?" she asked. Clary gave her thumbs up in response. Simon walked over to them looking faintly ill, "Are we done, can we go?"
"Yep, I'm just gonna change" Izzy said as she walked over to the changing rooms pulling of her ruined t-shirt in the process leaving her in a sports bra which caused Simon's eyes to pop out of his head and his whole face started to resemble a tomato. She chuckled at him and followed Izzy to go get changed.
Clary walked out of yet another boring chemistry class and smacked into a very hard, very firm chest. She put her hands out to brace herself, dropping all her books in the process; she could feel the defined muscle of said person's most probably sick pack through the thin material of their t-shirt. She looked up to come face to face with smouldering deep blue eyes. They both dropped down to the floor in their haste to pick up the fallen books, banging heads, she quickly grabbed her books and apologised profoundly to the poor boy.
"Crap, I'm so sorry William I wasn't looking where I was going" he shook his head and a smile lit up his face.
"Don't worry about it shortcake it was my fault, my devastatingly good looks are constantly causing girls to fall at my feet. And please call me Will, William makes me sound old." His nose scrunched up in an adorable way.
"Well feel free to call me Clary because shortcake makes me feel short, not that I'm not, short I mean" she started to ramble and she could feel her cheeks burning up. Will simply smiled as she blushed, "Well Clary I was wondering if you were going with someone to the dance next week."
"Err, no, nope, no one's asked" she stuttered.
"Well Clary, wait hold on a sec" he got down on one knee and held her hand in his own, "Clarissa Morgenstern would you do me the honour of accompanying me to thy magnificent ball as my date?" he asked wistfully.
Clary was aware that the whole of the student body was probably watching the pairs exchange, she pretended to think about his offer "hmm, that's a tricky one" he raised his eyebrows at her and she laughed "I'd love to go with you Will". He smiled and jumped to his feet picking her up and spinning her around as she continued to laugh. He finally put her down the smile still etched into his face, "So is it alright if I pick you up at like seven?
"Sounds great, but I'm expecting the full works Herondale" she said in mock warning.
"Don't you fret young miss, for I am a gentleman" he brought her hand up to his lips and gave it a small kiss a huge grin on his face. Neither of the young couple noticed a pair of golden eyes staring at them with his jaw clenched and his hands fisted into his sides.