Have a Little Faith! A Mortal Instruments Fanfic

A Dreary Day for a Farewell

We gathered in the cemetery were the Silent Brothers were located, all of us dressed in white to commemorate Riley.

So as Riley was a Werewolf, the proper way of "disposing" of the body was cremation. So the blood-borne virus had no risk of spreading. It was better that way, I tried to convince myself of it.

We all stood in the cemetery, with our heads bowed. I could feel the heat of the fire burning in my face. The burning of the pile of wood containing Riley's body smelt like someone burning a human body covered in sulfur, the stench of sulfur is always present in a demon, or in a virus.

The guilt I was feeling didn't help.

I thought for a minute to look up at Riley's parents and younger sister, but I didn't. They only know it was an accident, not that I was responsible.

After the whole affair, it started raining. So much, that it put out very last coal and ember left burning in the heap.

We walked back to the institute, the whole vibe of us dead. Jack was walking behind us silently, but I didn't want to turn around. I was afraid of the face that would stare back at me and bore further into my guilt. He was Jack's best friend, after all. 

As we walked, Isabelle piped up next to me

"You don't look okay" she said

"I know. I look about as okay as I feel" I said, smiling sadly

"It'll be okay. We need to go on now, we can't linger on what we can't help," Isabelle said "What happened happened, but it is permanent. We can't fix something that isn't there anymore" 

We walked in silence, all of us, back to the institute.

Once we got back, we all took off our wet overcoats and chucked them on the coat rack. 

I immediately went and began throwing knives. 

I threw and threw but time and time again they missed.

I felt like my knife throwing skills was an appropriate analogy for my current life state right now.

Because tomorrw is November 28th.

We've only got two days until crunch time.

And we are not ready.