Disclaimer: I'm not Cassandra Clare thus own none of the characters.
Notes: 1) There are some parallels from here on, thus the existence of the "time stamps". (I'm sorry if they are too vague. If the time description is identical, the time is too, or just minutes apart. You can tell by the context, so I think it will be okay.)
2): When the text looks like: 1) 'It's a thought.' 2) "It's spoken aloud" 3) "It's quoting someone. (usually)" [On this case too, most times context makes it obvious which one it is].
3)I'm sorry in advance for any OOC elements, or mistakes of any type. (Feel free to point them out, I'll be really grateful and fix them immediately.) Also I'm sorry if it's boring/not good xD.
CHAPTER 02 - Agony
MAGNUS.
Day 1. Evening.
Magnus let his tears fall once he turned his back on Alec. Not only his heart and soul, but his whole body, hurt from what he had just done. He walked to his apartment not bothering to place a glamour on himself, endless tears smudging his make-up. Once inside, he collapsed shaking to the floor against the door and started sobbing. The Chairman run to him alarmed and meowed sadly. "Oh sweetheart…" he whispered, hugging the cat "What have I done? I never wanted to hurt him…he must hate me now… But… But… it seems he never really loved me… I was just a toy for him too, like I was for everyone else…Plotting with Camille of all people, behind my back… I thought… I really thought he loved me… That he… was the one…" Long agonising sobs wracked his body causing a sharp pain to the wound in his chest but he didn't care. He wasn't going to die from something so trivial and he felt that the wounds in his heart hurt far more than this puny distraction of well deserved pain… "Not him too… Why does no one love me? Am I really so hateful? So impossible to love?" he asked the tiny kitten who only looked at him with sympathy and licked his hand to prove he did, as Magnus broke down in heart-wrenching tearful sobs.
Day 1. Night.
Hours later, the phone rang. He ignored it and the answering machine got it. It was Isabelle. Very cheerful. 'Why is she so cheerful?' he thought absently through his tears. "Hey Magnus! Just wanted to thank you for all your help with Jace, and while I'm at it, for always taking care of my big brother for me! You guys have fun!" The message felt like another stab, directly at his heart. "Thanks for always taking care of my big brother" "have fun!" First came regret, followed by fresh tears and sobs for letting Alec go, and hurting him. "My Angel…" 'No, not your Angel… he was never yours… he never loved you.' A heartless voice in his head corrected. But then, worry hit him. Where was Alec? What had he done? Why wasn't he home yet? Why was Isabelle not worried in the least, but totally sure they were together? "No… I have no right to worry about him… not after everything…" He pushed the thoughts aside, but couldn't help the gnawing worry at his heart, which added to the pain. Hiding his face in his hands he slumped lower and let the sobs take over his body, barely allowing him to breathe.
Day 1. Later that Night.
After another eternity of pain, coupled with more tearful sobs, a sound broke him out of his tear-stained haze. His mobile phone was ringing. And not just any sound, he realised with a start; his ringtone. Trembling he reached for it and checked the screen with blurry cat-eyes. 'New Message' it read. "I'll never hear his voice again…" he whimpered, opening the text. "Warlock." It began, and he gasped. Even if he didn't hear him say the actual word, he could feel the contempt in it. "No way…" he whispered in a wobbly voice, "Alec would never… Say that…" As he kept reading, against his better judgement, he realised he would, and also that, this was the least painful thing he was going to say. The message read:
"I wanted to warn you to stay away from my family. But that's not all. I wanted to thank you. For giving me a reason to stop pretending at last. I'm relieved. The only reason I was with you was so we could use your powers for free. Someone had to do it and I was the unlucky one, chosen to. "Send the gay one to do it, he won't care."they said. Well I did. I hated every second of it. I thought you should know. I hate you. I always did, from the very first time we met. How could I not? How could anyone not? Disgusting. Everything about you. Oh God, I hate you so much. I'm so glad it's over.
Ah… I forgot. Really? You thought this was about your immortality? If I wanted to kill you, I could have done so easily. No, I just used you as an excuse to see Camille more. She was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. A Goddess…I wish you had died instead, not her. Anyway. That's all. Enjoy your immortality alone."
Magnus was frozen in shock, silent tears falling from his eyes. He couldn't believe it. Dropping the phone, he hugged himself, eyes staring unseeing in front of him. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…" he chanted breathing rapid shallow breaths trying to calm down in vain 'It can't be true…' a sob left his lips, and he started weeping "Please no…" he whispered between ragged breaths "Not you too…" 'It can't be true…' "No…" 'It can't be real…' "Please…"'Let it be a lie…'
He woke up with a start, breathing heavily. "It was a dream… Just a dream… Thank God…" he whispered still crying, but feeling a little calmer, relieved beyond measure. And then he heard it again. Alec's ringtone. His breath hitched and he reached for it trembling, his breathing quickening. His eyes widened as he checked the screen. 'New Message.'
Writer's Rant: Oh God. I am so, unbelievably SORRY for writing that. T_T It really pained me to do so, but I had to… I feel like an awful person. Please don't think badly of me, I didn't mean any of it! I wrote the reverse of what I felt. Who could hate Magnus? T_T (or think Camille was a Goddess? grrr) Poor sweetheart… Oh Angel… And I'm also sorry in advance, cause I may do it again. [Despite everything, I hope it wasn't too bad!]
Afternote: In the books it's implied(?) that Magnus has some foreseeing powers, so I used that to have him know something he hadn't heard yet.