independent. | Jace Wayland

chapter 6: kids.

<Y/n Pov>

Somewhere in Greenpoint, Brooklyn

Sunday 11:12 p.m

I hadn't been home in over 24 hours and I decided I wasn't going to go back for another 4 just to be safe. Just to make sure those people were gone. So I was sauntering around Greenpoint, I debated going to Magnus's but that photo that Blondie had shown me had come from his album. I knew it had, so I decided to lay low for a while.

They had the same tattoos my parents had. Had they been in some sort of cult? Was I now in danger? No- those people had said they wanted to help...

"So why did you run?" I scolded myself, "You're walking around Greenpoint wondering what to do." I whispered, looking up from my feet I found myself by the river. I picked up a rock and yelled as I threw it as far as I could in the water. Letting my frustration simmer to a boil in my chest.

I heard a few chuckles of laughter and I looked to my left. There was a small group of kids, maybe my age, maybe a little older, I couldn't tell in the damp streetlamp light, they were mainly swallowed in the dark.

But I did notice when one of them was pushed to the ground.

"Lay off man!" the kid yelled and I began to walk over, completely forgetting my aim of 'laying low'. I watched as one of the bigger kids kicked him in the ribs, the boy crumpled on the wet pavement, coiling back into a protective ball.

"Hey, back off assholes." I snapped, standing between the boy on the floor and the three others standing circled around. "He said lay off."

They began to laugh.

"Come one sweetheart, we were just having a bit of fun. You can join in too if you like." One of them slurred, a sickening smile crept on his face.

"Fucking walk away." I snapped and he laughed again, "I swear to fucking god, if you want your teeth in tact, piss off."

"Oooo, she's feisty, I like th-" I didn't let him finish because I punched him in the nose. He rocked back from the impact, the other two frozen from shock.

"Oh fuck." I cradled my hand then stood my ground as the guy I punched looked up at me.

"You bitch." He drew a knife, a fucking knife. "You're gonna regret that."

"If we're resorting to name calling, I would call you an imbecile but that'd be too cruel as I doubt you even know how to spell it." I let out a breathy laugh and he lunged for me. I sped to the side and he collapsed right into his friend. The other boy tried to grab me but I kicked his leg which sent him stumbling and he ran away.

The one with the knife and a fresh stream of blood trickling from his nose, shoved his friend off of him and he fell to the ground again, the second one ran off too. The man with the knife lunged for me and I spun out the way but he raised his arm, the blade skimming my rib, slicing through my t-shirt. I groaned and he smirked.

"Fucking bitch."

"Please be quiet, I can't even hear myself losing the will to live." I panted and he took another step forward but I sped forward and he darted to the side only to crash into a lamppost, dropping his blade. He smacked his head and yelled, I grabbed his knife and raised it above my head, as if to stab him. He cowered, his eyes wide and lip quivering. Fear.

"Run." And he did, I watched as his body grew smaller and smaller as he fled, I let out a breathy laugh. I groaned as I felt a thick trickle of blood oozing through my shirt, I kept my hand placed firmly on it.