Jace was speechless. How is that even possible? Only 14 but and much better Shadowhunter than the kids in her class, who were all 2 or 3 years older than her? Somehow, she seemed to read his mind. "My father was dedicated Shadowhunter. As soon as I started walking, he trained me. I had no formal training as a Shadowhunter, only my father, who was an exceptionally good Shadowhunter. I slue my first demon when I was six. By the time I was nine, I was being dispatched to some of the portals that demons come through. I received my Marks when I was twelve, just as you were. But, without the Marks, it made it easier to kill demons; they never suspected.
"While I trained in the art of killing, I was also trained in herbs and poisons. I was basically taught everything that you were, but at a much earlier. Way beyond the age of comprehension, but, nevertheless," She trailed off, pointing to herself. She then smiled, a taunting, sweet smile, and skipped away. "You got it all down, got it all down into a science. Breaking hearts, is what you do for fun, little one..."
"Clary?" Jace said, his voice echoing off the grey cobblestone walls to the limp figure strewn across the floor up against the south wall. She was turned away from him, and Jace could faintly see a glistening red liquid slowly seep around her body. "Oh, god." Jace whispered, and suddenly he was running, determined to save her. He dropped to his knees once he reached her, ignoring the shock wave of pain that rose up his legs. He went to touch her and noticed her hair was sticky with blood. Panic rose in his throat, tears welled in his eyes, "Clary, please, say something!" He begged, his voice cracking. His eyes traced over her body, suddenly realizing that there was no rise and fall of her chest. She wasn't breathing. "Oh my god, Clary! Clary, please, don't be dead! Please hang on!" He was shouting now, hoping that somehow, his voice may awaken the nearly-dead Clary. He closed his eyes, tears falling onto her body. His frame shook violently as the sobs overcame him. "Don't leave me." He whispered just before a wave of nausea swept over him, and he was falling. Falling to the ground. Falling for Clary.
Jace sat up in bed, soaked with sweat and breathing heavily. His room was black, no hint of dawn came through his windows. It must still be late, he thought as he ran a hand through his sweaty blonde hair. Once his breathing calmed a bit, he tossed off the covers and let his legs hang off his bed as his head dropped into his hands. The image of Clary's unconscious body, bleeding, practically dying in his lap, and he chose to do nothing but cry over her. As if he knew it was too late to save her. He shook his head as his hands slid down his knees. The thought raced through his head over and over again like a scratched record. It was too late. There was nothing he could do. She was already dead. It was just a dream Jace, He told himself silently, it wasn't real.
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