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as for the capturing Simon/Clary thing...hmmm...hehehehehehe
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Isabelle had been blind folded by Magnus, Clary and the other boy (What was his name?), and taken to a large building, housing the resistance. Jace had been blindfolded as well, and she didn't know about Alec. She wasn't about to leave her brother behind, lose another sibling. Max, the youngest lightwood, had been only nine when he was killed. Isabelle didn't like to think about it too much.
She had thought Alec was also dead.
But, she was wrong.
Jace, Alec, and herself had trained together since Isabelle could remember. Jace and Alec had always been like best friends to each other. She loved them both unconditionally. Then, Alec turned fourteen. Jace turned fourteen. Then, Isabelle. She had been twelve when Alec joined the fights. Jace, joined only a year later. The three had made a pact to avoid honoring their father's wishes. Robert had made Alec shoot a woman, while holding a gun to his own son's head. She had begun to hate her father. She realized what he had done to destroy the country, the continent.
Isabelle, always lead her opponent far away from the rest of the group, and when she won, let them run. It had worked, this far. Alec and Jace, as far as she knew, did something similar. Now, here she was, in a room somewhere in the middle of now where, surrounded by the resistance. Alec had come into her room earlier, and told his story, saying the resistance basically saved his life, after he let the tall skinny boy, Simon go after disarming him, and cornering him up in an alley. He had also beat the tall, raven haired boy in training. It wasn't much different from life in the society, except less food, and maybe a little less space.
She had ended up rooming with a girl named Clary, the short redhead that had had taken her here. It seemed like the two of them, Simon and Clary were close. Isabelle wondered if they were dating. It didn't really affect her one way or another.
Clary didn't have anything personal, marking this space as her own. Their was no decorations, no color. Only two beds, a nightstand, and a lamp. Something caught Isabelle's eye. It was a small photograph, one that could fit in a wallet. In the photograph was a tall boy, with light brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He didn't look like he was looking at anything, not at the camera. He didn't look like he could even see. He was beautiful, with angular cheekbones, and a soft, innocent face. His only visible flaw was a small scar on his forehead, almost completely hidden by his hair. It was the length of a fingernail, and snowy white. It was a nice picture, taken before the streets were constantly patrolled, the grocery stores guarded. Isabelle felt a sharp pain in her chest.
There was no going back.
There was a point in time he thought his best friend, his brother, was dead. Gone somewhere he wouldn't follow.
He had looked at Alec, outside of that store, and thought his mind was playing tricks on him. But no, it had been Alec, shy and awkward, passionate and caring. It had been his Alec, the one he had known for his whole life. The person he felt closest to. He had lost so much in the past few years. His mother, and his brother was not going to lose Alec. He had followed him back, because as long as he could, he was going to follow him anywhere.
The room he had gotten was fairly large, with two beds pressed up against either side of the wall. A light dangled overhead, and matched everything else in the room. It was the same gray color of the sheets, the carpet, the walls. He felt like he was living in an old black and white movie. Simon walked in, interrupting Jace's thoughts. He was wearing jeans, and a simple gray v neck t-shirt. He wore black combat boots, much like Jace's own.
"You adjusting okay there?" Simon said awkwardly. Jace looked at him.
"Why is everything gray?" He asked. Simon smiled, faintly.
"Don't know, that's how it always was." He answered.
"Where are all of your photographs?" Jace asked.
Simon sighed.
"I only kept one." He said.
"Oh." Jace said. He hadn't kept photo's either, now that he thought of it. Jace got up, and traced his finger over the wall. This looked so much like the society, or at least the place he was staying at. He had grown up in amazingly similar looking room. Jace looked over at Simon, who was studying Jace curiously. Jace's eyes scanned the room once more, and he saw the photo Simon had been talking about. It was a handsome boy, maybe one year older than himself, Alec's age. He had light brown hair, and icy sightless blue eyes.
"His name was Ian." Simon said, looking lost in his memories.
"Who was he to you? Friend, Brother-"Simon cut him off.
"He was my best friend." Simon said.
"Was?" Jace asked, gently.
"He was captured by the society, and I think he's dead. They had to have killed him. At least, he disappeared and we think the society got him." Simon whispered.
"I know. I lost my brother, Max." Jace said. Simon looked at him.
"Serious?"
"Yeah, he was only nine." Jace said, sinking down onto his bed.
"How?" Simon asked.
"In a training room, Robert had him doing something, and he- Jace didn't finish the sentence.
He didn't have to.
"It sucks, doesn't it?" Simon said, with a slight, faint smile. Jace didn't look at him.
"Yeah, it sucks."