Blood In The Water

Chapter 1 ~ Clary

Nightmares

 "Get back over here!" I run after Jade even though I know he isn't gonna stop. He has long legs and is always looking for some way to beat me, that's why we do this.
every.
single.
day.

I race through the halls after him, stopping to catch my breath and try to find him outside.

We leave a trail of unhappy high schoolers behind us like always, having bumped into everyone he could to blame it on me.

My social life is amazing, as you can clearly see.

I continue looking around then start running down the street, knowing he's already left and I need to catch up to him or ill be in for a hell of a training session when we get back.

I've run around a mile of the 2.5 mile path to the rundown church we call home by the time I see him, though it's a little too late.

I run straight into his chest, knocking myself to the ground as he stands there, tall and unbreakable as always. "Can I get a hand?" I say as I lift my bleeding hand up.

He stands where laughing at me, watching as the blood runs down my arm. He never helps unless we're fighting.

I get up myself.

"Very kind of you, runner boy." He stares daggers at me.

Oh the joys of teasing emotionless men. I wish he would care about me though, at least for a second, and not just about our stupid job.

"Can we go home or are you just gonna stand there?" I chuckle, hoping to get something out of him. He starts walking again but doesn't look at me. "It's not home" I know how he feels.

Ever since we found out what we actually are, we were kicked out of our homes, our name washed away from the streets of our old town.

In this world there's 4 kinds of people. Soul seekers, changelings, normalis, and people like us. Were daemonium venator, or demon hunters.

We go out into the normal world and make sure demons are keeping their distance, or not here at all.

Soul seekers pair people together, making sure they meet so they can fall in love and keep the world in balance.

Changelings are like warlocks, they use magic and runes to help cover up demons and the monstra.

Normalis are normal people, they make up about 99% of the world. Most dont know we exist, and if they do they hate our existence because they think we'll make a hierarchy.

Even though its against code.

Idiots.

Anyway, each gift is passed down by genes, either making you stronger or weaker than your parents. If you're stronger, your parents are killed 3 years after your birth to make sure you can't grow as strong as they planned or turn you against the law.

Jade and I are two of the "lucky" ones, born stronger than our parents. We met each other when we were 7. Jade and I think it's luck. Normalis think its fate. Soul Seekers say it was them though I can't believe it.

No matter how hard my chest pounds or my cheeks flare i will never believe were more than friends.

Its not worth the eventual pain.

I come out of my trance of thinking about life by a sharp cry. Jade. He's on the ground about 10 yards away, a pool of blood forming around him, Still and on his chest. A position I knew he hated to be in.

In seconds im at his side, my Dagger out and aimed at nothing as i try and find out what happened.

The cry sounded like my mothers. It was the same cry that I hear in every dream, sharp and piercing.

It was like someone punched a hundred needles straight through your heart. It was the sound of the person you most love being taken from you. It was the sound of failure and pain and never ending guilt.

Suddenly, there's a chuckle, and behind me, Jade bursts out laughing. I look over and see he's perfectly fine. It was a trick. Draven, a changeling, comes out from behind the treeline, snapping as the so called "blood" dissappear from the ground. He walks over and fist bumps Jade.

I look him straight in the eye and he stops, knowing he's gone too far.

Jade has only ever seen me cry about one thing, he's only seen me cry once.

Until now.

I see every dream, see every image of my mother being murdered, every cry and every scream that's come from my head in the form of her lips.

Tears start to fall. I'm never sad, just angry, but when I am sad, it seems irreversible. When im sad everything comes out in a waterfall of emotions.

He knows this already and yet... how could he?

I start off running and hear him call out for me to come back, but I'm already gone.

I take every turn and every shortcut I know. I'v lost him in a second, and i can tell he won't catch up to me.

The trainee is better than the trainer at one thing. Speed. The world is a blur of tears and memories.

We're on a picnic at the park. Fighting together in the streets. Laughing on our jog. Except in every memory, he's covered in blood, skin pale, and laugh noiseless.

Eventually, I come crashing into the back room of the church, the room we share as a bedroom.

I collapse onto my cot, the curtain that separates us drawn, hiding me away from the world and the twisted memories.

Please, just let me leave.

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Hello lovelies! Im so sorry for the delay, I just edited this chapter and im going to start posting again! I love you all, drink some water, eat something with sustinance, and have a wonderful day!