okay someone said they didn't like Cole ...and it was harsh for Cole to punch Alec. Well, Cole punched Alec because He was Robert's son, and Robert did some pretty terrible things to him. He didn't punch Alec because he bumped into him.
The door clicked, and Cole came into the room, looking like he hadn't slept in ages. Alec really didn't feel like talking to anyone, especially Cole. He wanted to tell him to stay the hell away, but he didn't have the energy to pick a fight. Cole stood in front of Alec, who had sat up, on the edge of his bed. Cole had black hair the shade of his own, and light green eyes. He was very thin, and tall. He looked like he hadn't been eating. Alec assumed it was because his friend had just gotten out of the infirmary and he was stressed.
He wouldn't forgive him.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered. He stood somewhat awkwardly, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
"Whatever." Alec said, looking into the boy's eyes. He did look sorry.
"I know what i did was so horrible, and I shouldn't have. But you look like him, and he did horrible things to me, to my mother." He said.
"Damn." He added as an afterthought.
"Well, It gets old. Wish I got the black eyes." Alec said. People might not hate him so much if he didn't look like his father. He had the same hair and eyes, but their faces were completely different.
Cole tilted his head to the side.
"Your eyes are amazing." He said, matter-of-factly. It didn't sound really like a complement, so Alec didn't answer.
"I heard things about you." Alec said, changing the subject.
He looked tired when he said, "Oh yeah?"
"Clary, and Simon have history with you." He said.
His eyes darkened.
"Yeah." He answered, his voice strained.
Alec wasn't sure he wanted to know what exactly that meant.
"I just can't believe, what I did." He said sadly.
"Well, I really don't have a good response." Alec said. He wasn't going to forgive this boy, not yet.
Cole came over to sit beside Alec, surprisingly. He sat on the other edge of the bed, staring at the wall. Alec thought there was tears falling from his eyes.
"My mom was killed. She was Robert's sort of significant other for awhile. Her name was Annie." He said, lost in his memories.
"I'm sorry." Alec said, but Cole didn't seem to hear him.
"He killed her, when Mayrse started to suspect that he was cheating on her. "
Alec wasn't surprised really. His dad cheating on his mom didn't affect him as much as it once would have. He didn't care anymore.
"I don't expect you to understand." He finished.
"Your not the only one who doesn't have parents there for you." Alec said, surprising himself.
Cole looked at him sideways.
"I guess that could be true. I never looked at it that way." He said thoughtfully.
"Yeah." Alec said, trying to fill the silence.
Cole looked down at his hands. His shirt had pulled up, revealing the bare skin just above his wrist. Looking a little closer, He saw crisscrossing lines, slim and white. They looked deliberate.
"Cole?" He said, not trying to hide the alarm in his tone.
"What?" He said, following Alec's gaze. He pulled his sleeves down furiously, and Alec thought they might rip.
"Why-
"Just don't say it,please." Cole had gone still, his muscles tense.
"Cole." He said again, this time quietly.
"Don't tell anyone, especially Ian." He said pleadingly.
"I won't." He said sadly. This wasn't okay.
Much to his surprise, Cole hugged him, fiercely. After a few moments, Alec returned the hug.
Clary wasn't sure what to do with herself. She knew Ian and Cole were back, which was such a shock. She didn't want to go to the training room, she had been there too much lately. So there she was, in the garden. There was a swinging bench in the front of the house, which she sat on, rocking back and forth. Leaves littered the grass, the surrounding trees colored bright orange, yellow and gold. The resistance was well hidden by the woods, you wouldn't know it was there unless you had spent alot of time in it. She remembered stumbling around, fighting with Simon, trying to find the resistance. They had both been cut up pretty badly by the brush, when they finally stumbled upon this place. They had been lucky to find it she knew they probably would have died within the next few days otherwise. She heard footsteps behind her, and the bench rocked as someone sat beside her. That someone was Jace, a boy she really didn't like too much. His golden hair was tousled, his white button up open at the collar. He wore the dark jeans he had worn when he first came to the resistance.
She knew everyone at the camp thought Jace was attractive. He was, she realized. At first glance she had thought he had light brown eyes, not brilliant gold. His family was equally beautiful though, Alec with his pale skin and blue eyes, Isabelle with her long black hair, and black eyes. But Jace flaunted his looks, and his brother couldn't care less. Isabelle knew she was beautiful,but used it differently than both her brothers.
Jace was the kind of person perfect to draw. The way his hair curled, or the exact shade of gold of his eyes, or his careless posture. She had a few pencils, but nothing compared to what she used to have. Of course, all of that was lost when she fled.
"I talked to Ian." He said. She didn't see why it was so important.
"Oh?" She replied, with mild interest.
"He told me how he lost his sight." Jace said quietly. She froze, the world a blur of color around her.
Ian had lost his sight in an attack. The four of them were in an a office building, and got in a fight with some society members. They had gone weeks without being spotted in that place. It was such a luxury. They should have left, should have gone before they were discovered. Ian was fighting one member, and bleach was thrown in his eyes, rendering him sightless. She had cried for him, for the things he would never see. He had handled it better than she would have thought. When Simon said he probably would never see again, he just stood a little straighter, and continued on. He acted as if it never bothered him, but Clary saw it sometimes. The worst thing was, it was partly her own fault.
"Really?" Her voice shook, despite her efforts to control it.
"I feel so terrible for him." He said.
"Don't." She answered.
He gave her a confused look.
"Don't what?" He asked.
"feel sorry for him. He hates it." She answered.
"I hate it too." Jace said nodding his head.
"I wish it was me." She blurted, not really sure why she was telling him. It felt good to get it off her chest, she guessed.
"He's strong. He can handle it." Jace said, his voice firm.
"I could have handled it." She argued.
"Well, no one wants to." Jace said.
"Ian shouldn't have to." Clary said quietly. Jace was silent for a few moments before he spoke again.
"Well, why'd you come out here?" He asked.
"To think." She answered automatically.
"okay." He said. The sun was setting, the sky a mural of orange, pink and purple.
"I don't think I've seen a sunset so beautiful." He said.
"It's always like this." She said dreamily. It was possibly the thing she liked the most about staying with the resistance.
"I never see it." He said.
She guessed he was always inside or something weird.
"The stars are amazing." She said, with a sweeping gesture.
"I never see the stars either. Too much city lights." He said, a little sadly.
"Well, now you get to." She said, leaning back.
crappy ending I know, but don't worry more sizzy malec clace on the way. The will be maybe Cole+Clary ...
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