the storm inside | kitty (boyxboy)

07 | Anything

Anything he would've done to keep Ty safe.

Anything.

"Ty, oh my god."

Ty, through it all, still managed to say, "Kit, get used to saying 'by the angel'."

Kit ignored him with great success and ease.

"But... but how? I drew so many iratzes, and all of them failed. You were dying. I—"

Ty drew himself up weakly and kissed Kit. "I don't know, Kit," he admitted. "I just heard your voice."

Jonathan, pleased and surveying the damage around him, had failed to notice Kit and Ty hugging each other. He had his back faced to Kit and Ty, probably because he had assumed that they were novice and weaklings.

He couldn't have been any more wrong.

Kit rose to his feet, filled with unbreakable anger, turmoil raging inside of him. He had left Ty against a wall, having made sure Ty was okay. That, to him, was more important than anything. He swept his eyes across the room.

Jace was slumped on the floor, his eyes closed and surrendered. Clary's gaze was fixed on him; she looked so broken. Simon was the earlier version of Kit, frantically drawing iratzes on Isabelle and begging her to be alright.

Alec on the verge of tears, something Kit had never seen before. Alec never cried. Kit flashbacked to what Jace had once told him. When Jace and Alec were in Edom, Magnus was kidnapped by Sebastian. That story was known to all Shadowhunters, even put on a tapestry. But they didn't know that Alec, the courageous and fearless, had told Jace:

"This... this is me in pieces."

Alec looked far worse than in pieces now. Back then, he hadn't known whether Magnus was dead or alive. For all he knew, Magnus could be perfectly fine. He had hope to cling on to.

Now, he had only a sliver of hope, and it was slowly disappearing as Magnus' breath started to even.

But in an even downcast condition was Julian.

Oh, Julian.

Kit knew that Julian had cradled Livvy as she died, his heart broken into tiny pieces. He had cried himself to sleep, but even then, only after making sure everyone else was alright. He had Emma with him then, to share the burden, or at the very least ease it a little.

Now Emma was lying on the floor in a spreading pool of blood, and without their parabatai bond to pull her back, she was in nearly the same place that Magnus was. Julian had on Alec's face, but ten times worse. He looked as if he had given up, something Julian had never done. Perhaps Alec had cried before, but Julian never gave up. Kit wondered if Ty was really alright, seeing his brother like that.

That was enough. Kit's fury boiled even faster, and he fixed his glare on Jonathan, who was laughing and jeering at Jace.

No one did that to everyone he loved and got away with it.

He drew a throwing knife from his belt and threw it with more force than he intended to at Jonathan.

Unfortunately, Jonathan chose that moment to turn around, and he swiftly caught the knife by its hilt, looking at it with interest. Kit swallowed.

"Come on, throw it at me," he taunted, but inside he was dissolving from fear. "Isn't that what you're doing to everyone?"

"True," said Jonathan shrugging, and he threw right at Kit so quickly it flew at a blur, and Ty yelled, "Duck!"

Jace screamed and shouted, "Where?"

Kit screamed too, and he hit the floor. "Where is it?"

"Never mind." Kit could've sworn by the dumb angel he saw Ty face-palming. "It achieved its purpose."

"Those creatures," said Jace and Kit at the same time, showing off what Herondales they were. They caught each other's eye and smiled.

Wayland smiled, too. "Very well, Herondales. Very well."

Kit couldn't decipher what he meant.

"Jonathan," he said, his voice strong and firm. "Barnabas Hale raised you, didn't he?"

Kit could've sworn by the stupid angel again that he heard a sharp intake of breath from everyone in the room, but Ty. Of course. Ty probably figured it out ages ago.

"Who gave you that idea?" If Jonathan had any signs of surprise, he had covered it up well. His face was completely blank and emotionless.

"Then I was right." Kit drew in a deep breath. "By the Resurrecter Barnabas Hale, by the Resurrected Jonathan Wayland present, I summon thy Resurrecter!"

He said it so quickly that no one had time to react, even Jonathan. Late nights spent reading up had certainly done him well.

The wall that Ty was leaning against flickered dangerously, then a hole opened and Hale tumbled out, looking extremely furious.

He leaped at the nearest Shadowhunter in the room, holding a dagger to the Shadowhunter's neck. Kit guessed he had either used up all his magic, which was extremely unlikely, or was exhausted after raising Jonathan. He went with the latter.

Ty stood straight as a rod, not showing any signs of fear of the dagger that was held to his neck.

Anything he would've done to keep Ty safe.

Anything. 

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