Have a Little Faith! A Mortal Instruments Fanfic

Trouble

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, (Except Imogene), or places in this fanfiction. These all belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare :) 

I spun around in the balls of my feet, still alert from the miscellaneous flips I was executing.

To my surprise, Jace stood there, grinning like the idiot he is.

"I might have to take that threat seriously now" he said, walking over to me.

He then turned his head towards the knife targets. He examined my bullseyes with great observance.

"Someone was in a particularly lethal mood today" He said cockily, referring to the multiple bullseyes he just examined.

"Someone's in a particularly cocky mood today" I sassed back

"You must know this is normal, I'm just a very cocky person. I have a right to be to. I'm incredibly attractive and incredibly lethal too. I'm everything a Shadowhunter should be. You fulfil one of those two requirements"

"Really Jace Wayalnd. Enlighten me on what I need to do"

"Well you're obviously lethal, it's just... lookswise..."

Oh hell to the no.

That idiot needs to be shown the door. Or some real fighting skills.

"AH!" I yelled as I charged at him with all the speed I had; which was, if I don't say so myself, rather speedy.

I tackled him over and pinned him to the ground, I was doing well so far. But I know Jace, and he's not losing his pride that easily. He flips me over and pins me down by my wrists.

There's nothing except one thing I can do now. And as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.

I full force bit him on his right wrist. This would temporarily disable him to throw a knife or a decent punch.

Good.

He howls in pain and jerks his wrist back. It's bleeding, it's bleeding all right. It's almost gushing blood, but it's healing quickly because of the iratze that he has drawn on his body. I take this chance where Jace is distracted to its fullest.

I've learnt it's no use pinning him down from the front, so when I charge this time, I spin him around as quick as light, and pin him to the floor.

I grab his left arm and twist it round his back, pinning it there. my knee acts as a restraint on the small of his back, my other knee by the side of his torso. His injured hand/wrist region is pinned near my knee that's not on his back. He can't even bite me, or try escaping. If he tried to escape, that would mean he'd break his back.

He grunted as I dug my knee a little harder in his back.

 Under the pressure of my knee, I heard a vertebrae slightly crack in his back, making him whimper like a puppy. Sucker. Even though if I had to admit it, I felt a little bit bad. But then I was OK again, knowing I'd shown him is place.

"Admit defeat yet, Mr Cocky?" I teased him. You could practically hear the satisfied grin I had plastered to my face in my voice.

"This is never to be spoken of or heard of again. Understand me?" he said, with the little breath he had left because my weight was crushing him.

"Not even Alec or Izzy?"

"No"

"Too bad, I should have a victory reward. What about... Alec gets to know, and if he tells anyone I'll whip his ass too. and you get to watch. Deal?"