Running in Circles- The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction

Chapter 8

This is dedicated to HighOnBubbleTea for voting.

This chapter jups around from PoV's a lot so bear with me and hopefully it won't be too confusing.

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I never use the words HUMANIST or HUMANITARIAN, as it seems to me that to be human is to be capable of the most heinous crimes in nature.

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Jace rattled the door for several minutes until he heard a soft popping sound and a rusty creak. The door flew inwards, taking him with it.

Panting slightly from exertion, he quietly slipped down a stone passage lit only from sparsely placed torches.

He came to a door, which was unlocked, surprisingly. He took a tentative step over the threshold, bracing himself for whatever was on the other side. Upon seeing it was only an empty stone room, he let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

He manoeuvred through the building this way for quite some time. It was hard to tell the passage of time without windows, but his best guess would have been about an hour. Eventually, he stepped out and felt the light of day on his skin for the first time in quite a while.

He didn't stop to think that it was perhaps a little too easy.

Knowing the grass would muffle his footsteps, he jogged away from the building, hoping to never see it again.

After he had been jogging for several minutes, he realised that he had no food or water, and he had absolutely no idea where he was. It didn't look like Idris, but he could easily be mistaken. Perhaps it was rural New York. It could be anywhere in the world. He refused to go back, however, so he had no choice but to continue.

Half an hour later, he came across a stream. He took a short rest, gulping down some water before continuing on his way, this time following the stream.

At about five o'clock, he saw the first hint of civilisation-a gas-n-sip! He quickened to a sprint, happy to finally have a chance to eat something.

Inside, he first looked at a newspaper-March 13. 6 days had passed since he had gone missing. Also, a stroke of luck-he was in New York, only a 1 hour bus ride to NYC.

The cashier sat lazily behind the counter, half asleep. Although he had no runes, he was still an exceptionally good fighter. Even before he had gotten his first rune he could knock a grown man out with one punch.

He approached the cashier and said, "This is a robbery. Give me all the cash you have."

The cashier wasn't stupid. There was no visible weapon, and Jace looked like a wealthy teenager who probably scarcely knew how to punch. "No. I'm calling the cops on your ass if you don't leave right now."

"Oh, I don't think so." Before the cashier could do anything at all, Jace had vaulted over the counter and held the cashier in a headlock. He looked down at his flushed face and said quietly, "Now open the cash like the good boy you are."

The cashier stuttered and opened the register as quickly as he could. Jace grabbed the money and left, taking some food on his way out.

He thanked the angel Raziel for his good fortune. There was a bus stop right next to the gas-n-sip, and he walked over there to buy a ticket to New York City.

In no time at all, he was on a bus, and he estimated he would be at the Institute before nightfall.

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Meanwhile

All through training, Clary, Izzy and Alec could barely focus. They kept exchanging sideways looks with each other, even though what they had planned would not take place for another several hours.

After supper, the three were especially jittery. Eventually, Izzy gave the agreed upon signal-a gentle tug of the ear, and Clary shakily tugged her own in response.

"Jace, can you help me with those kicks we were working on today? I still can't seem to get the hang of them," she said, hoping he wouldn't remember that she had been the first to master them.

He didn't question it, and he followed her into the training room.

The stage was set, and everyone was ready to play their parts.

After a minute of nervous dialogue, Chary saw her opportunity and kissed Jace on the mouth as hard as she could. This part of the plan only served as a distraction while Izzy and Alec, by far more skilled fighters, took him down.

Jace slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back. This went on for several minutes, until Alec and Izzy jumped.

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Meanwhile

Jace quietly stepped into the Institute, planning to surprise Clary, as well as anyone else who happened to be with her.

He checked the kitchen. No one there. He saw Izzy and Alec walking softly towards the training room, and decided to follow them. They turned left, heading towards the east door, so Jace turned right to enter by a different door. He didn't want to ruin the surprise.

The door was slightly ajar when he got there, and he looked in.

Clary, easily distinguishable by her fiery red hair, was kissing another man without a care in the world.

A single tear slipped down his cheek and he ran away from the Institute. As far away as he could.

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Ha it's done and sorry for not updating... I've been busy OK?

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-Ev.