Broken (Book 2)

Prologue

Oooh, I have three chaps of this... I just thought WHY NOT POST IT WHEN IT'S BEEN UP IN OTHER SITES FOR LIKE A YEAR

I also need to read this and Hunted again to understand what's happening

what is this

who's an Apocalypse

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Inside... you're already dead.

The reality hit me across the face. Hard.

I knew I was lying somewhere cold and ugly, but I didn't risk opening my eyes.

This isn't Purgatory.

It ain't Hell.

I doubt it's Heaven.

Where am I?

I felt something, or someone shift beside me, and I opened my eyes.

Too soon.

They hurt, and they hurt bad, and I don't know if it's from tears, or from something I witnessed.

I think I broke the world.

I heard groaning, and I slowly opened my eyes again.

I saw Jace, looking like he's about to puke, five feet away from me. I glanced behind him, and I saw a passed out, terribly shivering boy.

Jonathan Morgenstern.

"By the Angel... Ama?" my vision blurred, and I think I heard Jace say something else, but everything went black.

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"I don't think so."

"I swear, I saw her move."

"What about Sebastian? You can't keep him here, we need to give him to the Clave."

"Ama will say what to do. She's the one who kept him alive."

"She's the one who will murder someone if you don't shut up." I grogged out.

"She needs some water. Sheldon, get some water."

"That's not.. whatever." I heard my brother mutter.

I felt a cool glass being pressed to my lips, and I gratefully drank from it.

Finally, I opened my eyes.

I was met by eight people staring intently at my amazing self.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Are..." Alec looked incredibly uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"

"I feel like Hell. And I would know."

"Jace told us what happened." Simon said. "So it's true? The Apocalypse... it started?"

I sighed, trying to look sad, or merely concerned, but my voice broke, and I felt the dread shaking me.

"Yes... the Apocalypse has begun."

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Third person's POV:

Something is not right...

Jonathan woke up with a muffled cry.

He was lying in bed, and he was drenched in sweat.

He didn't know where he was.

He didn't know who he was.

Jonathan's mind was racing. He didn't remember coming here. He doesn't even know where here is.

His mind tried to come up with an explanation, but when he tried to think, it felt blank.

A girl about his age entered the room.

She was pretty, he would give her that. Long, raven hair, and dark, glinting eyes.

And they were burning with hatred.

Isabelle was pissed. She was not a maid, and she was not going to be a maid to a murderer.

"That's not Sebastian. That's Jonathan."

That's what Ama told her. She assured her, that he is not evil, nor he is the same person.

But how could you have a fresh start with someone who wears a murderer's face?

The girl set the tray of food she was holding with a bang on a side table.

She turned around to leave the room.

Jonathan cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, but-"

She whipped around, with an unmistakable hatred in her eyes.

Jonathan started to regret he said anything.

Isabelle looked at him in disdain.

"You killed my brother. The only reason why I'm not cutting your head off, is because I trust Ama. Don't even begin to think that I forgive you."

She banged her door on her way out.

Jonathan looked at his arms with wide eyes, and dread slowly sinking in, clouding his mind.

"I'm a murderer?" he whispered.

He stood up, and he walked to the window. The city was blazing with lights, but he had no idea where he is.

Nor did he realized how up he is.

Still, he couldn't stay here. He did not knew the girl that was here, moments before, and he didn't know who Ama is. But he knew one thing.

I can't stay here.

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Ama's POV:

We were all gathered up in Magnus' living room. Izzy just came back from Jon with a loud bang, and I had a feeling I didn't want to know.

Magnus said he needs to make some calls, contact many people, update them with information, that things will go bad for both Nephilim and Downwolders.

I don't know what he told them, but I don't think it's the truth.

"Do you think someone noticed? I mean, a gigantic Angel rising from the pits of Hell in New York had to draw some attention, right?" I asked no one in particular.

"No one seems to know anything. In fact, I'm not sure what happened, considering that we're alive." Jace grumbled.

"Maybe it's Lucifer's thank you gift?" Alec said. " 'Thank you for freeing me from Hell, I'll kill you last'? "

Magnus entered the room, phone in hand.

The same moment the doorbell rang.

He ignored our incredulous expressions and went to open it.

First, I recognized Bro Z. And for the first time, I saw him for real, since his hood was drawn.

Okay, damn.

The other person that arrived with him, was a beautiful girl with dark brown hair and gray eyes, that bore straight into mine.

Magnus cleared his throat and stopped our staring contest.

"Yeah, well I called someone who's my friend. Someone we could trust." Magnus turned to the girl. "Meet Tessa Gray."

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idk when I'll start writing again but my year long writer's block is crumbling so yah

I've no idea who's reading this but meh