Gun To My Head ➳ Shadowhunters [Rewriting]

1.0 || New Expectations

The next morning, Paige had training before breakfast. Isis said it was best not to eat then train, or Paige might see her food again.

"Good morning." Henry's hair was tangled as if he'd had a restless night before. Loose strands of black hair fell in his eyes.

"Good morning. Was that greeting better?" She smiled.

"Indeed," He smirked, but it quickly faded, "Today we're working with the throwing knives. This is a little tricky for most Shadowhunters at first, so don't get discouraged if you don't leave with perfection. Plus, if you practice enough, the throwing knives would make an excellent Woc for you."

"Woc?"

"Weapon of choice, or Wos. Weapon of specialty. You'll hear us use the term often."
He picked up a throwing knife, and positioned himself a few yards back from a target. He raised his arm and flung the knife as if it were nothing.

Bullseye.

"Your turn." He handed her a knife and helped position her. Paige raised her arm behind her head as he had done. Henry stood behind her, a hand on her waist and the other on the raised arm.

"A little down." He moved her arm down, "Perfect." Henry stepped aside.

Paige took a deep breath and threw the knife. The blade sang home.

"Bullseyes?" Henry mumbled in confusion.

"Now, I believe I'll walk out of here with perfection, and a Woc." Paige left him staring at the target, jaw dropped.

-

Henry went to his room and showered after training. He stood in his bathroom drying his hair off with a towel. He heard a loud knock at his door. Henry walked over, still barefoot, and opened the door to a black haired boy with green eyes.

"How- can- what?" Henry couldn't fit his words together. The boy drug him back into his room and slammed the door behind him. Henry struggled under his grasp.

The stranger took out a bottle, and held it to Henry's face. He tried to look away, but couldn't under the boy's surprisingly strong grip. Henry felt light headed as he smelled the dark substance in the bottle unwillingly.

-

Paige walked into the dinning room full of girls. The table was long enough to fit probably twenty people, but only seven places were set.

"She joined us!" Valeria said and hugged her.

"Yeah." Paige said. She still struggled not to think of the previous night. She clearly had heard Henry wrong when he'd said 'you'. He could've said shoes. Don't be ridiculous. The voice in her head spoke to her again.

"Glad to see you aren't doing it with my cousin." Isabella said.

"Isabella!" Karen yelled rising out if her chair.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Anger rose in Paige, she swallowed it down quickly.

"Come on. He smirks at you whenever he finds something funny." Isis didn't sense her anger, and she hoped no one did. I can't believe we're having this discussion.

"Or dirty." Isabella murmured.

"That, and it irritates her." Isis went on as if Isabella hadn't spoken.

"Guys, I'm uninterested in your love tips, or whatever you want to call this nagging." Paige kept her voice steady.

"Yeah, don't you know she doesn't believe in love." Cole said walking into the dinning room followed by Henry and another boy. Paige prayed Henry hadn't heard any of it.

Henry's hair had been fixed since training. Before it had been pasted to his head with sweat, now it was perfectly dry and neatly combed back. He still looked worn out, though. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his vibrant eyes seemed to have lost their color.

"Everyone, there's someone I want you to meet." Henry gestured to the boy next to him. He seemed to be Cole's age, or maybe even a year or two older. Henry looked tensed and, to Paige at least, he seemed to be holding his breath.

"And his name is Matthew Lightwood." The stranger spoke with an accent that Paige recognized instantly as a British accent.