The Shadowhunters

Reunited Brothers

Pop. That was the twenty­seventh consecutive balloon Will had popped with his darts. Pop. Twenty­eighth. Pop. Twentyninth.

Will had a maid attach balloons to the Shadowhunter lounge's wall and now he was shooting at them. The maid had only put up thirty and – pop. There went the last one.

Will was angry. No. Furious. A girl – one tiny, little girl who wasn't even important – had stood up to William Herondale and… Jem. The look on Jem's defeated face didn't make Will

exhilarated. Before, whenever someone surrendered to Will, there would be a high that Will would have and now it was gone.

The haunted look on Jem's defeated face… the heartbroken and disapproving look on the girl that Will barely knew… And if Will looked into the mirror, he would see the same

disappointed look in Will's eyes that he saw in that girl's.

Will shut his eyes tightly, trying to erase the sight of Jem's miserable face but no, it was imprinted in his mind. Every time he opened or closed his eyes, his crying silver eyes

would be right there and in the corner of Will's mind, there was a pair of gray eyes, with just a touch of blue, watching Will, as if the owner of those eyes were suddenly Will's

conscience.

Theresa Gray. That was her name. Regret coursed through Will and he decided to release some of it by how he always did it.

Punch something.

Usually, it was a poor defenseless kid but Will chose not to. He couldn't with his new conscience staring back at him in his mind with the same disappointed look.

Will walked slowly to the gym, specially reserved for his fighting major. Punch bags were set up around the large gym and in the center was a ring – perfect for boxing matches.

Fighting wasn't just boxing of course. They explored different styles of fighting – like karate, tai kwon do, boxing, and martial arts and so on. Sometimes, the especially skilled ones

fought with weapons at times.

People may wonder why is fighting a major in the Institute. It's because some universities do offer the choice of learning different fighting styles. And some career choices involve

fighting and not only that, but it's good to learn how to defend yourself.

This class or major is good if you want to be a policeman, or some sort of secret agent or whatever but the real reason why Will is taking this class is because his parents didn't

want him to.

His parents wanted him to live a safe lifestyle, at home and with the family – but ever since…

Ever since Ella's death, Will just had to get away. He relied heavily on the Shadowhunters to help him get away from it all. He ran away from his problems and he knew it wasn't

brave but he just couldn't deal with it.

Ella had ran away too and her death had happened because of it. It was just one night when Ella was taking Will to a club because they just needed to get away from the suffocation

from their parents. It was dark and stormy – like the weather one would imagine in a horror film.

A car appeared out of nowhere, swerving into the lane Ella was driving on – and Ella swerved to avoid it, and instead of the car hitting Will and Ella full on, it hit Ella, resulting in

her death.

Punch. Slam. Kick. There was always a rhythm to fighting, and Will's was unrestrained. It was reckless, but that was why Jem was always there to balance it out. Will, like a