Jace

(Anything in all caps is supposed to like it was italicized)


Cold water dripped off his golden hair as he entered through the park gates. The grass sunk under his feet each step he took. He was alone. He'd made sure of it. The clouds above him reflected his mood.
The air around him was muggy and cold, chilling his bones. It didn't bother him though, he just sat down on the bench and buried his head in his hands. All he could do was think about Clary. The love of his life.
It was pointless; the search was. He had been searching for her for three years, and it was like she'd dissapeared off the face of the earth.
They'd had her funeral yesterday. Everyone expected her to be dead, even Jocelyn, so they had the funeral to relieve everyone of her dissapearance. Alec and Isabelle had been the first to believe her death.
They had just come home again from another search, and were both grief stricken. They said they saw something bad. They witnessed Clary getting stabbed the day she went missing. Sebastian had been thrilled to show them the memory, and they believed it.
"THERE'S NO WAY HE COULD OF MADE THAT UP, JACE. HER SCREAMS-" Isabelle had said, breaking off with a sob.
The next to believe was Simon. He said he'd heard some whispers from the vampires about the Morgenstern son killing the sister. He didn't believe until he'd smelled her blood on Sebastian's body, when he'd visited the bloodsucker.
Jocelyn believed when Simon had told her. She'd been a wreck. Luke was determined to stay with her until Jocelyn was mobile again.
Jace didn't know what he believed. He knew he loved the redhead. He knew he loved her beautiful green eyes and the way she laughed. The way her small hands fit like puzzle pieces into his. The way he felt complete bliss when she pressed her lips against his.
He didn't know whether he believed or not, but he did know he'd been heartbroken when he went to the funeral. The closed casket supposedly holding the promise she was dead. Holding everything he loved, cramped in a human-sized box. The way it slipped into the ground broke him; forcing him to think she was gone. Dead, or alive, she was gone.
"Jace Herondale?" A voice said, nearly shouting because of the way of the way the rain drowned out all of the noise.
Jace looked up, rain falling in drips off his hair onto his cheeks, though it wasn't noticable; he was drenched anyway. A tall boy stood next to him, also drenched, but it seemed to bounce off his leather clothes. He had brown hair and blue eyes, looking a lot like someone he knew, but Jace couldn't place it.
Jace's golden eyes looked curiously up at the boy. "The one and only." He said, conjuring up a part of his old self.
"I'm here on behalf of a friend, she needs your help." The boy said.
Jace's face suddenly hardened. "I don't help people anymore. If the Clave wants to stop helping me, I will stop helping them."
The boy placed his hands on his hips. "So you're just going to stop doing everything you were born to do because they hurt your feelings?"
"No, I'm going to stop doing the one thing that took her from me." Jace said coldly.
"Look, Jace-" the boy started.
"No, just leave. I'm not in the mood." Jace said, focusing his gaze in the forest in front of her. They swayed under the touch of the fierce wind.
"I don't think you understand-" the boy started again.
"Just go-" Jace started, standing up.
"-the girl who needs your help is Clary."
Jace froze. All the bones in his body reacted to those words. That's how the boy ended up on the ground, Jace pinning him to the ground with the golden haired boy's hand on the other's throat. "You just made a huge mistake saying her name. She's GONE, if you even think using her name like that would sway me, you better hope to die. She is not a name you can use...WHAT?" Jace demanded. The boy beneath him had been choking out his name, trying to get the golden boy's attention.
"Jace, it IS Clary. She's with Luke." He coughed. "My word," he choked out, "let me breathe!"
Jace rolled off him, and the boy shot to his feet, flinging water off his brown hair unsucessfully.
The golden haired boy stood up slowly, his shirt and his jeans clinging his body. He knew the other boy was talking to him, but he couldn't hear. The rain and his thoughts were disconnecting him from his body.
Suddenly, Jace moved. His legs pushed his body towards the entrance of the park. He knew one thing, he had to get to Luke's. Whether she was there or not, he was going to find out. It would decide whether he was going to kill that boy, or worship him.