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The week went by fast. Laurel's shoulder had improved significantly and was completely healed. She was glad to be able to train again with everyone, mainly to get her shoulder back in working order. She would trudge back to her room, her muscles feeling like jelly after practicing with Isabelle for hours on end. But she would wake up, feeling stronger than the day before.
Laurel showed up for training to find Isabelle wasn't there, but instead she found Jace. He had on simple grey sweats and a thin red shirt that allowed his Marks to be visible. He arched an eyebrow and she looked down at what she was wearing: A black sports bra that showed off her flat stomach and black shorts that showed her long legs.
"Were you expecting me?" He smirked.
"I uh, I thought Isabelle was supposed to be helping with my training."
She's busy, was all Jace said as he started unfolding the training mats.
"Well, what are we gonna do today?" she asked.
"We'll be sparring mostly, but I want you on the beams." he replied. He gestured to a grey cable-cord and Laurel sighed. She wasn't bad when it came to balance, but walking on rafters twenty feet in the air wasn't something she enjoyed. She wrappd the cord around her waist and climbed to the top of the rafters as quickly as possibly, glad for the ladder he'd provided for her. She walked to-and-fro, balancing herself carefully on the wooden beams.
The brown-eyed girl let her mind wander and she imagined herself floating in the air, moving across a bridge as a waterfall roared behind her. She'd never been to a place like that but, one day, she dreamed of it. Being free, that is.
Free from the evil that was her life.
Free from everything.
"Flip," he called up to her.
Jace's voice snapped her out of her dream and she nodded her head, turned her back to him, and flipped off of the beam. She landed five feet above the ground, undid the cord, fell toward the mats, and rolled to a standing position.
Jace had a smile on his face and she took that as a good sign. "Good job," he said simply before he was darting towards her with a predatory grace that she only wished she could have herself.
She did a simple roll to the side, avoiding his body as it came toward her. He quickly recovered, and before she could think he was already sprinting towards her. He grabbed her by the waist and sent her tumbling to the ground. She looked up at him, his golden hair falling in front of his eyes.
"Giving up already?" he asked with a smirk.
"Not a chance," she replied as she kicked upward, attempting to catch Jace by surprise but instead finding herself underneath him once more, his legs straddling her waist and his arms forming a cage around her head.
Laurel swung her foot upward, kicking him in the back. She only had him knocked off balance for a second before she scrambled to her feet, breathing heavily.
"Someone's not been practicing," he said as he moved slowly toward her, like a lion about to pounce on its prey. He leaped towards her and grabbed her from behind, his arm around her shoulders, holding her tightly.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and took a deep breath. She could hear her heart pounding in her head as they stood there, his arm locked around her. He let go of her and she stumbled a bit before turning around to face him.
"I think we've practiced enough," he said with a grin.
She took a long drink from the bottle of water she brought, fanning herself with her hand. She heard a phone start ringing and looked over to see Jace answering his.
"Hello? Isabelle? Wait-Yeah. Yeah we'll be right there." He started running down the hall toward his room. Laurel followed close behind, wondering what happened.
"Get in your gear and meet me outside," he said as he shut his door behind him.
Laurel stared after him.
"Now would be a good time!" he called, his voice strained and impatient.
Laurel quickly hurried to her room and put on the familiar pants and shirt made of the flexible black material. She laced up her boots like she'd done thousands of times, grabbed both her stele and seraph blade from her top drawer, and darted down the halls and to the elvator. She pressed the button and tapped her foot impatiently as the elevator made its way up. The metal gates opened and she practically jumped inside before pushing the button over and over again as if it would get her downstairs any faster, which she knew it wouldn't. As soon as the metal gates opened again, she sprinted past the rows of pews and darted out the front door where Jace was waiting.
O.O.O.O.O
The sky was a dark grey and it was pouring rain when Laurel ran out of the building. "Come on," said Jace as he started running through the streets with amazing speed and grace. Laurel followed him close behind and Jace knew that she'd wanna know where they were going. He dodged the people carrying brightly colored umbrellas and wearing heavy trench coats. Isabelle had called, her voice frantic, to tell him that Alec, Clary, and herself needed his help-then the line went dead.
Isabelle had told him where they were at and as he darted through the streets, he whipped his head from side to side, searching for the location. He stopped in front of an abandoned motel, the building falling apart. Laurel stopped next to him and looked at the building, her brow furrowed. Jace held back a grin-she looked like she was questioning the reasons of life. She looked at him and raised a brow but he simply shook his head before she could say anything.
He moved up the walkway that led to the door. It was bent in two and had both black and red blood on it. Out f the corner of his eye, he could see Laurel shiver.
Jace pulled a sword from his belt and he moved into the building. The light from the blade cast an eerie glow around them, but they still couldn't see much. "Hang on, I think I have my witchlight," said Laurel as she rummaged through her pockets. She finally pulled out the glowing rock and it sent rays of light through out the dark building.
Suddenly a loud screech erupted out of nowhere. Jace sprinted through the building until he saw seven Raum demons. Their scaley, pail white skin looked grey from the lack of light and they were swinging their tentacle arms at Isabelle, Alec, and Clary. He took his sword and rushed one of the demons, slicing off two of its tentacles. He saw Laurel flipping and slashing with her seraph blade, taking out one of the demons. The only sign it had been there, the pile of goo on the floor.
Jace stabbed the demon he had been fighting, and moved the sword upward, cutting the beast in half. It left a pile of good behind like the first had which allowed him to help Alec who was fighting one on his own while Clary and Isabelle fought side-by-side. Isabelle had taken off most of the demon's tentacles with her whip while Clary was stabbing it with her Seraph Blade.
He heard a scream and the first person that came to mind was Clary. Was she okay? But when he turned, he saw Laurel lying on the ground, the Raum demon's tentacles with its blood red suckers and sharp needle teeth, wrapped around her right arm and left leg. Jace rushed over and stabbed and sliced at the demon until all he saw was a puddle of goo under Laurel's limp body.
He hurried to her side and saw what the demon had done to her. The teeth were sticking out of her upper arm and around her mid thigh. The surrounding skin was turning black and Jace bit his lip.
The sound of the battle raging on behind him against the last two demons seemed to fade away as he looked down at the girl with the big brown eyes that were so unlike Clary's jewel-toned irises.
"It hurts Jace," Laurel whispered, her face pale.
"It's okay Laurel. You're gonna be okay," he said softly, all too aware of the battle raging around him.
He swiftly stood up, seraph blade in hand, and charged the cratures, slashing and swinging as if his life depended on it. But it wasn't his life.
It was Laurel's.
Once the remaining demons had been sent back to whatever hellish dimension they were from, Jace turned on his heel to look at Alec who rolled his eyes and started typing in what Jace assumed to be Magnus' number.
After a quick conersation that resulted in a blushing Alec, they all knelt down by the girl lying on the ground and started applying iratzes to her skin in the hopes of delaying the effects of the poison in her body.
Minutes later, Magnus walked in wearing another ridiculous outfit that included black leather pants and a shirt that nearly blinded Jace. How the hell can he stand to wear all that leather, Jace wondered with a certain bemusement.
"Really? Her again? Can you not go anywhere without being killed?" asked Magnus as he knelt down beside Laurel.
She gritted her teeth, visibly trying to hold back the pain or possibly a colorful string of curses Jace would have loved to hear.
"Magnus please," she begged.
"Fine," he replied after seeing the pleading look Alec was giving him.
Magnus waved them out of the room and, as Jace was being pushed out the door with Isabelle and Clary, he looked back and saw just a glimpse of Laurel's dark brown eyes before they closed and her body went still.
LET'S RECAP:
LAURELS HURT (AGAIN)
JACE IS STILL THINKING ABOUT CLARY BUT OH MY STARS DID YOU SEE HOW CUTE HE WAS WITH OUR LAUREL?!
I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO RECAP EXCEPT FOR ALEC IS ALL UP ON MAGNUS!
SIMON HASN'T MADE AN APPEARANCE YET! *TEAR TEAR*
AND I LEFT YOU ALL WITH A CLIFFIE I SO SORRRRRRRRYYYYYYY DX
BUT YEAH, THANKS FOR READING AND I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!
With kisses, hugs, and fruits that are actually references to sexual thingie mabobbers,
~Lanny