the storm inside | kitty (boyxboy)

06 | Of Plots and Twists

Jonathan threw his head back and laughed again. It sent chills down Kit's spine.

"Silly warlock," he said in between chortles. "I'm not an Eidolon. I'm Jonathan Wayland, in the flesh. Raised from the dead. The Eidolon was merely something I used to stall."

"Raising the dead is dangerous necromantic magic. Speak, Wayland, who raised you?" said Magnus.

"What a dumb warlock," said Jonathan, and he guffawed even harder. Kit was beginning to get the creeps from this guy. "I know my loyalties." He suddenly stopped. "Pity you'll never find out to who."

He snapped his fingers again and Magnus promptly collapsed, landing with a loud thud onto the floor. Alec suddenly jumped out from nowhere and hurled himself onto Magnus, saying, "Magnus, my baby, what's happening?"

Alec abruptly looked up at Jonathan, his face shining. Kit realised it was his tears. "What have you done to him?"

"Oh, don't worry," said Jonathan, as if it were some small matter. "He'll be fine. Hopefully."

"Hopefully? Hopefully isn't an answer." Alec narrowed his eyes at Jonathan. "What have you done? And... and how?"

"My Resurrecter gave me powers," shrugged Jonathan. "I thought you were smarter than that, Lightwood."

Alec looked potentially explosive. Kit reminded himself that there was a reason why Alec was feared. It was not a pretty reason.

"Speak, Jonathan, what is your—" began Ty.

"Enough! I did not come here to be lectured. I came for revenge." Jonathan broke out into another of his smiles. "Actually, the more the merrier! The other two Shadowhunters you invited shall stand witness, too!"

Jonathan was smarter than expected, Kit thought. He knew that Simon and Isabelle came, too.

Except Simon was in a heap on the floor that last time Kit and Ty saw him. They had placed him such that went the ring was smashed, which Ty predicted Jonathan would have forced Jace to remove, Isabelle, Alec, Julian, Emma and Magnus would come rushing in. Then they would find Simon, which by then he would've woken up. Simple.

Simon and Isabelle dragged themselves in reluctantly but with pride, seraph blades in hand. Julian and Emma came after, a crossbow in Julian's hand and Cortana in Emma's. Julian gave Kit an extremely dirty look.

"Now." Jonathan clapped his hands together like an excited toddler. "Let's go over the plan again. Magnus is injured, so Alec is miserable. That makes Jace miserable. I injure Isabelle, to further agonise Alec, and making Jace even more depressed. Then I injure Emma, successfully depressing Julian, putting Tiberius in pain. That in turn pains Kit, dragging it all back to Jace. When I'm done, everyone will be in misery, and I will have exacted revenge. Everyone okay?"

"No," snarled Isabelle, launching herself at Jonathan with her whip.

Jonathan stabbed her in her stomach, and Isabelle crumpled to the floor like a wasted piece of paper.

"How dare you?" Simon cried. He pulled a seraph blade and yelled "Michael", before plunging it into Jonathan's chest.

Or, at least, he tried to. Jonathan side-stepped him and he plunged it into Emma, who was right behind him. Emma, who was unprepared for Simon. Simon pulled his blade out of Emma, looking horrified. Julian's face had gone ashen white and he ran and caught Emma before she fell.

When he looked up, his eyes were blazing. Kit had never seen Julian so enraged. Everyone else was either wishing desperately for their partner to be okay, or staring warily at Jonathan.

Julian lifted his crossbow, aiming exactly at Jonathan, but he didn't shoot. "For Emma," he whispered. Then he shot.

Jonathan yawned and caught the arrow before it hit him with an inhuman speed, watching as Julian's eyes widened. Then, with an seemingly no strength at all, he threw it at Ty.

Kit screamed. He ran to catch Ty, and there was so much blood everywhere. There was Isabelle's blood, Emma's blood, Jace's blood, Clary's blood. Ty's blood.

Kit vaguely remembered Julian's defeated expression, Alec's desperate look, Simon's bloodshot eyes, Jace clawing at the ground, Clary's pain, but all he could see then was Ty and Ty and Tiberius.

He hesitated, then pulled out Ty's stele. He had never drawn an iratze before. Kit pictured the rune in his head, then traced it delicately on Ty's pale skin, right after gently pulling out the arrow.

It seemed to work, but there was simply too much blood. So, so much.

The blood spread all over Kit's shirt, staining a dark crimson. Kit scrawled another iratze, then another, and so many he lost count. Each faded, like Ty's life, ever so slowly fading away.

Desperately, his arm trembling but his hand steady, he put all his energy and love into the iratze, praying to the angels and the gods and everything and whatever people believed in to save Ty, just bring him back, anything. Anything. They could resurrect Ty as anything, and Kit's love would still stand. Just anything.

Anything, anything, anything.

Anything.

"Kit?"

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