So...
Hey guys. Been awhile, I know.(about 2 months. Oops) I don't have an excuse for not posting other than writers block and school.
I swear they're both kicking my ass.
But anyways, this is getting is where we find out a bit more of Clary's past, and we get a few hints of Fang's identity.
I would like to gradulate the few of you who have guessed correctly, though. Yay! :D (I'm not going to tag y'all, just to let other people guess and stuff.)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything.
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Fang P.O.V.
"No no No NO NOO! What the hell is wrong with these people? How stupid can they be?" I question the air, since the corridor was empty save myself, the steps and, the door. I had made my way out to the peeling light blue shed located in the corner of my backyard, mostly surrounded by weeds that reached almost knee level.
The latch was rusty, but not as bad as it was a few days ago. The trapdoor, something left here by the old house owners, held a steep set of stairs that brought my to my current location.
I found this place with Clary and Simon a few years back, looking for any toys shoved or thrown in the back when an early winter came around. The thoughts of Clary made my head hurt and a blast of fury explode in me, while Simon, with his crooked glasses and dorky smile, made my heart beat a little faster and my stomach turn.
But he doesn't love you. Not anymore at least. The logical part of my mind overpowering the emotional. Not after that shank told him that you loved him.
The anger that rises pushes me through the damp tunnel only to end up in a chamber-as we will call it-to see Aline. Her hands were still suspended above her head behind the iron bars. It was only a safety precaution, since she tried to rip out my eyes with her sparkly fake nails. Her hair was matted and scruffed up, having not been washed or combed in the last two days, and the bags under her eyes suggested her minimal amount of sleep. But the worst part was the moans coming from her chapped lips. They were half-hearted, like her voice was sore. Maybe it was. She did do a great deal of screaming.
"Are you done now?" I sternly ask over the echoed tones. She responded by only glaring at me, which I gave a dramatic sigh and say, "Damn, I was hoping you would cooperate today. I was going to let you out of the chains." At that, Aline perks up immediately followed by vigorous head nodding.
I grin and unlock the metallic cuffs through the bars, my arm just small enough to reach through. The soft rolls of the tumblers in the lock signify her release, and Aline's arms instantly fall to her side.
I sigh. Such a wimp. Can't even handle a few hours here. I frown, momentarily forgetting the reason I came here in the first place.
Oh right. The next phase.
"Aline." My voice sounding sweet as I approach her again, removing the red cell phone from my pocket and sliding the handgun from the table into the other hand. "Do you remember what I told you the other day? About the next phase in our plan?"
Her dark eyes wide, she nods only slightly this time. I grin and hand her the phone, then proceed to hold the gun to her temple, fingers resting on the trigger. "You know what to do then."
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Isabelle P.O.V.
The vibrations of my phone going off steal my attention from the last minute assignment I decided to finish at 11:30. I know i should have gone to bed early, just to not be a zombie walking around half asleep for the upcoming day. But you know what? Yolo.
Wait...no. Ew, gross. Did I just say yolo?
I stifle a yawn into my hand and check the picture message.
From Aline.
Aline? The hell?
I shrug, opening the photo anyways, not expecting the outcome.
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Alec P.O.V.
My morning run with Magnus begins at 6:15 every morning. Wake up, eat a granola bar, grab a water bottle, and go. Same routine every morning.
But what makes me check my phone before I leave is beyond me. No one texts me anyways, aside from my...boyfriend. God. It's so weird to say that, or even think it. It makes my insides tingle a bit, like the "butterflies in my stomach" kind of thing.
And it's not like I've had much of a chance to think, or say, it either. The kiss was just a few days ago, in the park right after a round of sprinting down the long hills. I had actually won for once in our little race, and Magnus' reward? A kiss. On the lips.
Best. Reward. Ever.
My thumb hits the open button, and the bright light entering my eyes. I'm blinded for a second, but once they re-adjust, I can't believe what I'm seeing.
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Clary P.O.V.
No.
No, no, no, no, no. How...? How did she get this picture?
This is not happening. This is not happening.
I had heard the silent ding of my phone late last night, but my body refused to move from my warm bed. My mind was still in a dream from the day's earlier activities.
I had forgiven Jace.
I forgave him.
Now, I am broken. Shattered. Gutted with a rusted knife, my mind on the verge of exploding with pain. Everybody knows now. They all know my past.
Everyone.
What will Jace say? Or Isabelle? Will she leave me again, never to speak or look at me?
Simon. Simon knew already.
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My mind is in a different state as I make my way to Simon's house. The sun had just started to rise, setting the rich brown color of the siding a bit lighter.
I jump off my bike and run to the door, slamming on the hardwood like a madman. Yes, I am aware it's only 6:30 in the morning, but I don't care. I just need Simon.
The door opens, revealing the dark haired and dorky glasses boy that is my best friend. His pajamas, like his hair, are messy. I probably just woke him up. Oops.
But he doesn't look angry or questionable at me, only sympathetic. At that moment, I knew he had also got the message. The one of me, just a few years back, laying in a hospital bed, wild red hair contrasting the white room. My pale skin look like a ghost surrounded by all the brightness, but that doesn't change the small smile on my face. A UV-line is hooked up to my arm, but it's not entirely noticeable behind the bundle of blankets in my hands.
7 pounds, 11 ounces. 20 inches long. Bright green eyes. Dark hair and slightly shaded skin.
Bastard child.The text had read below it. Fray's baby boy.
No, not Fray. Blackthorn. He lives with his adopted family now. Damien Richard Blackthorn.
Finally, I let the tears fall and I move into Simon's open arms. They close around me and squeeze. This action was all it took for me to break into sobs and be lead into the house.
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Crappy ending for the chapter, I know. Sorry. :/
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