just saw the end of pretty little liars, and I am feeling so utterly broken. That had to be the most shocking season finale ever! !
Anyway, I don't own Jace, Isabelle, Simon, or Clary , or any of the others I could be forgetting. But Ian and Cole are mine...heehee.
Hope you enjoy,
(:
Clary had been throwing knives at the wall, for the past four hours. Her cheeks were stained with tears, as she had spent the time thinking about Ian, who she'd lost so long ago. They had been running, from the society. The had always been on the run those days.
One day, the run stopped a little to early.
It was her,Ian, Cole and Simon. Cole had information about the resistance, the society craved. they needed that information as well, to find the resistance. They were so close, she remembered .
The society found them first.
Ian was blind, but not useless. He stood in front of Clary, holding a hammer he had found somewhere, she couldn't remember now. Then Cole was cornered. She had screamed for him to run, and run he did. Ian disappeared in the mass of men in uniform. She was also cornered, by a tall boy, not more than sixteen. He had golden hair and eyes, and a toned body. He had her cornered, then told her to run.
She thought she was alone, until Simon found her again. They had assumed Cole and Ian were dead, which they probably were. Ian could only do so much. Her and Simon had run into a woman then, and she was with the resistance. They were so lucky.
She was shaking, the knife loosely gripped in her hands. Furiously, the threw it at the target, hitting it dead center. She sunk to her knees, looking down at her hands. The boy who had told her to run, was here, rooms away from her. He brought back all those memories, the ones she had spent so much time trying to forget. She heard footsteps behind her, and wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her hoodie.
"You okay there?" NO. It was the boy.
"Get away." She said tightly.
"That must be the first time someone's ever said that to me." He said. He sat down next to her, and she turned her head away. He was not going to see her crying.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"You." She whispered.
"Um?" Jace said.
"The attack. Your people killed him." She said venomously, getting up to her feet.
"Which att- He said, but Clary cut him off.
"Ian! Cole! You killed them!" She yelled, more tears falling down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry." He said gently, backing up. She stepped forward, swing her hand, and slapping him on the cheek. A red mark had begun to from on his face. He didn't look particularly surprised.
"Sorry doesn't cut it." She said, her voice cracking.
"I know." He replied, to her surprise. His eyes were hard, and gold. He looked like he was remembering something painful. She felt a rush of guilt for slapping him.
"I talked to Simon. Ian looked like a pretty interesting guy. " He said.
"He was blind, you know. He didn't- couldn't have seen it coming." She said.
" I saw the picture. I could tell." He answered.
"I can't stop thinking." She blurted.
"Yeah, well we all feel guilt." He said rather strangely, and vulnerably. She wondered if he had ever lost anyone to this war.
Isabelle had been shown to the practice room,by Clary's friend, Simon. He was a tall skinny boy, and a decent fighter. Simon had turned out to be a hard opponent to beat. She had won though, she always did. She had only ever lost to her brothers. He sat next to her on the mat, his breathing hard. His dark hair was pasted to his forehead with sweat.
"That was fun." She said, taking a sip from her half full water bottle.
"Yeah." He said breathlessly. He got up from the mat, and looked at her hard.
"Your good." He said.
"Trained to be." She answered, without missing a beat.
"Well, you all must have some good trainers in the society." He said bitterly. She didn't know what to say in response. He and her stood there for a few minutes, then he turned to leave. She grabbed his arm.
"I'm sorry." She said.
"For what?" He asked, not trying to keep the unfriendliness from his voice.
"For taking up your time." She said instead, leaving the room, not bothering to look behind her.
Clary found Isabelle in their room, laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes were watery, and a single tear fell from her eyes.
"Are you okay?" She asked. She sat down on the edge of Isabelle's bed.
"No." She said simply.
"Why?" Clary asked.
"You don't care, so just don't ask me." She said, turning her head away.
"So training with Simon didn't go well?" She asked.
"He was fine." She replied distantly.
"I don't know what to think of you three. You are the Lightwoods,I know. But you are unlike any society members I've ever met. Alec saved Simon, Jace saved me." She said. Isabelle sat up.
"Jace?" She echoed.
"Yeah. Me and Simon and two other guys were trapped in a horde of society members. Jace had me trapped a little ways from the rest of the group. Jace let me go." She managed to say.
"Was one of those guys the one in the picture?" She asked.
"Yeah." She whispered.
Isabelle stayed silent.
"He's dead." Clary said.
Simon had received a nasty cut from Isabelle, during training. He hadn't mentioned it, he knew she hadn't done it on purpose. It still hurt though. He limped down the hall, pushing open the door to the infirmary. He walked to the end of the isle, where one of the medics was. There was one person lying on the bed, and blood had stained the sheets scarlet. There was also another boy sitting in a chair by his bed, looking down. He wondered what had happened to him to make him look like that. The boy must have noticed Simon staring at him, because he looked up. Simon's jaw dropped. He stared into familiar green eyes, the black hair framing his face. He had grown a few inches since Simon had last seen him.
Sitting there, was Cole.