Gun To My Head ➳ Shadowhunters [Rewriting]

1.1 || Heating up

"That's impossible," Isabella said, "Only two Lightwood kids exist. Henry and me."
"Your last name is Lightwood?" Paige asked, wide-eyed.

Henry nodded, but Matthew and Isabella ignored her.

"Hate to break it to you, but you aren't. I was just informed you and Henry were still alive. I flew from London immediately." Matthew said and put his hand on Henry's shoulder.

"What about Henry's brother and sister? What about his mother and father? Do you know anything of them?" Isabella asked, but no one answered.

"I do, in fact, know what happened to his brother. Because, well, I am his brother." Mathew said grinning.

"I couldn't believe it at first, but it's true." Henry's voice shook. He looked as if he had barely been able to speak. He mouthed something to himself, but Paige couldn't make out what it'd been. It seemed to look like, 'They're all dead.'

"You were barely six when everything happened, brother. I remember Isabella faintly, but I remember the little girl who used to cry out for-"

"I-" Isabella started.

"Isabella. He's right, no more questions." Henry moved towards his cousin glaring. Paige tried to catch his gaze, but he refused to meet her eyes. Her heart sank. What had happened to him since training? Maybe she was too straight forward with her feelings, and he hadn't had time to figure out his feelings for her. Isabella's words snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Henry. You're buying this? Your family is dead. All of them. Do you actually believe your brother is still alive after it?" Isabella couldn't believe it. Paige held her breath, scared of what Henry would say next.

He ignored her, "I suppose you're staying."
Matthew nodded.

"I'll show you to a room." Henry left with Matthew following at his heels.

-

Henry and Matthew walked through the Institute. Henry walked slightly in front of Matthew, hoping to keep distance. He felt bad for wanting to be so cruel to his own brother, but he couldn't seem to help it.
The question Isabella had asked ate at Henry. What about the rest of his family?

"Matthew, if you don't mind me asking..."

"Go on." Matthew said thoughtfully.

"What about the rest of my- our family? Are they, you know, actually dead? How are you even still alive? I thought you had-"

"Our family is dead, brother. They died in Paris, as you believed. I, however, was taken in by the Penhallows. I never knew the truth until..." Henry heard him swallow,

"The other day they told me the truth; They had found me wondering around in the back streets of a country side, and taken me in. I must've escaped before the fire started."

"I'm sorry, Matthew." Henry couldn't think of anything else to say.

"That girl. The pale one, straight brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes-" Matthew started as they went down the stairs.

"Paige? What about her?" Henry took the steps two at a time, and Matthew struggled to keep up.

"What's her name? Paige? She wouldn't happen to be the Paige Carstairs, would she?" Matthew began to grow on Henry's nerves, but he was his blood. He even had the Lightwood-green eyes.

"She is." He nodded.

"Are you in love with her?" Matthew asked with an eyebrow raised.

"You're very straight forward." Henry stopped in front of a wooden door and pushed it open. "Here it is," Henry said,