Simon had no idea where Clary was, and it was late. Where had she gone? He heard laughing from around the corner, and turned. Clary had her hand in Jace's, and they were walking side by side. Jace had a big goofy grin on his face, Clary's eyes light green fire. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, jealousy. He turned his head away, hearing more delightful laughter.
Clearly, she didn't feel the way about him, the way he felt about her. He curled his hands into fists. He was frustrated, and angry. If he couldn't have her, than she at least deserved more than Jace. He leaned back, closing his eyes, sinking down on the hallway wall. He heard footsteps, but didn't bother taking his head from his hands. Nobody here would care about his business, they never had. They would pass him by. He jumped when he heard someone speaking to him, a female. He looked up, seeing the third and youngest lightwood, Isabelle. Her long hair was down to her waist, her jacket half was zipped. She was beautiful, as always.
"What's wrong Simon?" She asked.
"Nothing." He answered, his head in his hands.
"Right." She said, holding out a hand, to help him up. He took it, though his head was screaming no!
"So what is it?" She asked brightly.
"Nothing." He said again, standing up a little straighter.
"It's not like I have anyone to tell." She said.
"I just really don't want to talk about it okay?" Simon said, trying to push past her, but she moved in front of him anyways.
"Seriously." All mockery and curiosity was gone from her tone, replaced by anxiety and concern. He had never heard Isabelle talk like that, but then again he hadn't known her long.
"It's Jace." He answered simply, turning to go. Isabelle caught his shoulder, spinning him around to face her.
"Jace?" She repeated, confusion plain on her face.
"Clary, and Jace." He admitted, knowing she probably wouldn't rest until she found out.
She looked taken back.
"Jace and Clary. As in dating?" She said. Simon just nodded, trying to hide his emotions. Clary had always been so good at that. He had known her longer than anyone from the resistance, and he never knew what she was thinking. He wished he had that gift.
"Are you jealous?" She asked curiously, but Simon picked up something else in her tone.
"I don't know." He answered honestly.
Alec wasn't sure why he had agreed, but there he was, facing Cole. Cole held a long pointed sword, Alec a blade. Cole swung,Alec sidestepped just avoiding the blow. He swung for Cole, and Cole ducked, leaning slightly to one side. Alec kicked him hard in the side, and he fell over, the blade clattering to the floor. He stepped forward to retrieve Cole's weapon, but the other boy had tripped him, landing him right next to Cole, on the ground. They both were breathing hard, looking at each other. It was almost deadly quiet, the drop of a pin wouldn't go unnoticed. He heard a soft beeping noise, close by. Alec looked over at Cole, who looked as puzzled as he felt. He heard the noise again, closer. Alec's eyes studied Cole's face, and came to rest on the necklace at his collarbone. The beep sounded again.
Alec pulled Cole close to him, ripping the necklace from Cole's neck. It vibrated in his hands, along with the next series of beeping noises. Cole still looked puzzled. He dropped the necklace to the ground, as it continued to beep, faster and more insistent. Alec froze, remembering something from a few weeks ago.
He had been listening to Jace, talking about criminals their father wanted to keep track of. Jace had been very angry, he remembered. He had said he hated his father,over and over. He had also said something about putting tracking devices places nobody would notice them. Places like in your necklace, or earrings or whatever. Tracking device.
Alec brought his foot down, smashing the necklace. Among the broken pieces, was a small chip. His heart fell. Cole was looking at him, still confused. He really knew nothing about this?
"What have you done?"He said, devastated.
The society members had already begun to pour in.
Magnus was surrounded by smoke.
The society members had come all at once, at least three or four hundred of them. Ragnor and Clary had been fighting beside him, until he had lost them in the battle. He knew they were both amazing fighters, but could they go up against so many of the society members? He was alone, where the kitchen might have been.
Everything was burning, patches of orange flames spotted the floors, leaping and growing. He looked around him, trying to find an exit. To his left, he saw two figures approaching him. He threw one of his knives, bolting in the other direction, turning down the maze of hallways.
He still could smell the burning, but not as strongly. He moved forward, his blade outstretched in front of him. He kept glancing behind his shoulder, to see if anyone was pursuing him. He then ran down the stairs, and he thought he might have been on the second level. He heard voices from underneath him,growing louder as they got closer. He exited the stairs, turning down another hallway, where his room was. The smoke was getting thicker.
He coughed, bringing the sleeve of his shirt up to his nose, and breathing through it. He stumbled down another set of stairs, hoping that none of the society members had followed him. Something fell behind him, making a loud banging noise. He moved faster, tripping on one of the stairs, and rolling down, fast. He fetched up against a wall, exploding into another fit of coughing.
He got to his feet, his sides burning.
He stumbled down the last set of stairs, coughing. He lurched forward, a wave of dizziness washing over him. He hit the hallway wall hard, the world spinning in colors of orange and grey.
He staggered through an open door, his blade gripped so tightly, his knuckles were white. He walked forward a few steps, then fell to his knees.
He heard a loud noise, and rolled to his side, landing in a crouch. A large portion of the ceiling then came down with a crash, inches from Magnus, right where he had been mere seconds before. Flakes of grey fell, coating the ground with ash. He breathed heavily, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He got to his feet, and looked around him.
Magnus was on the bottom floor, where a good section of rooms housed resistance members. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. How many people had died?
He heard more shouting, and gulped. Magnus walked down the abandoned hallway, tears falling from his eyes. He saw the door, and breathed a sigh of relief. He ran towards the door, swinging it open. It was dark outside, the only light the moon and stars.
The cold air was an instant relief, though the air still smelled of smoke. He ran a few yards, then fell to his knees again, sobbing.
Alec had grabbed five weapons from the shelves, two of which he had lost in the horde of society members he had encountered in the training room. Cole was moving silently beside him, and Alec knew tears were falling from his eyes. He realized this was most likely because of Ian. Cole had been a good fighter, fending off many of the society members.
The air smelled of fire, and Alec heard shouting. The two of them turned another corner, landing them in the kitchen. The whole place was lit with orange flames, dancing in the dark room. Alec could just make out a dark outline in the distance. He pulled out a knife, approaching the figure.
He saw the figure move, and then there was a stab of pain and he fell to his knees, blood staining his shirt. He had twisted out of the way, but gotten cut by the blade as it had soared past him. He swore, getting to his feet. He stumbled forward, feeling oddly lightheaded. Cole put a hand on his shoulder, to steady him. He shrugged off the other boy's touch, moving forward. Flames erupted from the kitchen, Cole pushed him backwards, and the both tumbled to the ground, as the place exploded. Alec threw his hands over his head, attempting to shield himself from the falling debris. Ashes fell like rain from the roof.
Cole helped him to his feet, and they both ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time. Alec followed, breathing heavily.
His foot caught on one of the steps, and he slammed into the railing. Pain exploded through his arm, making him drop his blade. It hit the ground with a clatter, sounding like gunshots in the quiet stairway. Alec heard footsteps, getting closer. He barely had the time to pull a weapon from his belt before they were on them, five society members.
Two were attacking Cole, three attacking Alec. He had one blade in each hand, brandishing it at all three of the society. One of the society members swung at him, catching his forehead. He felt adrenaline pulsing through him, as he kicked the feet out from underneath one of them, throwing his blade to take out another. Cole joined him to face the two remaining society members. Alec swung for the man, but he saw it coming. The man ducked, swinging his own blade. Alec fell to one knee as the blade sliced his skin open. The man kicked him hard in the ribs, sending him flying backwards. He landed on the stairs, falling down seven or eight steps. His whole body ached, it felt like white hot acid was coursing through his veins. Cole came rushing to his side, and whispered something Alec couldn't hear. He then reached down and grabbed Alec, carrying him out the door, into the forest.
Isabelle was a good partner in battle he decided, as she took out another one of the oncoming horde of black suited figures. The had been met with forty of fifty of the men and women in the hallway, unarmed. Immediately, they had ran for the training room, grabbing all the weapons that were left. By the time they had gotten there though, most weapons were scattered on the floor , and numerous figures lie crumpled on the mats. He had grabbed a bow, which he now used to take out more and more society members, as they approached. He and Isabelle stood back to back, fighting off the crowd trying to kill them.
Once they and taken out maybe twenty, he grabbed Isabelle's arm and dragged her down the hallways, away from the society members. They had both gotten wounded during that little fight, but not very badly. He leaned against the hallway, trying to breathe.
Where was Clary?
Ragnor?
Daniel?
Magnus?
He wouldn't believe they were dead.
Isabelle was shaking, her blades gripped tightly in her hands. He realized she must be thinking similarly, about her brothers. He took a deep breath, breathing in the wretched scent of burning. They descended the stairs,coming out on the first floor of the building. Simon led Isabelle down another hall, where they were met with another bunch of society members. He stared at the scene, saying his last words silently in his head.
Isabelle caught hold of his hand, dragging him into one of the rooms and locking the door. He stared at her with wide eyes.
"They'll just kick the door down!"He yelled, aware tears were now running down his cheeks. She unsheathed another one of her blades, and threw it at the window, shattering the glass. Broken shards rained down on them, before Simon could shield himself. He felt blood warm and wet on his cheek as one of the sharp pieces pierced it. He gasped.
Isabelle walked over to the window, and looked down. Simon knew it was a good jump.
The door rattled, shaking on it' s hinges.
She turned to look at Simon then jumped, her black hair flying behind her. The door rattled again. Simon gulped, throwing himself out the window.