Someone walks into the room but I cannot see its face. It looks like a man and by the look of his posture, he seems very important. "Why were you in my territory?" His voice is strangely calm however I think its the calm before the storm. "I didn't know it was your territory! For gods sake how many times do I have to tell you people? Just let me go and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Not like I have anyone to tell." The last part I said in a whisper. He didn't need to know the situation I was in. I hear the cock of a gun making me raise my head. The all too familiar sound ringing in my ears. "I don't believe you bitch, so you better tell me the truth or your brains are gonna end up on the wall." Ah there's the storm. "A gun doesn't scare me arsehole, I've had way worse things than that!" He steps forward into the light so I can see his features. He is extremely good looking but right now is not the right time to admire his beauty. I stare straight into his pitch black eyes, daring him to try harder than this. He smirks and leans forward searching my eyes. Before I can even register what's happening, he punches me in the face. *** Mature Content

Clary and Jace have survived the rituals of Sarrah Ravenshade even though the threat of 'The Great Darkness' still looms over their heads. Even so, they should be happy...shouldn't they? Plagued with dreams and memories that slowly destroy her, Clary is far from happy can no longer see the world with the light it once held for her. Real and artificial memories frequently battle in her mind, blurring the fine line between reality and dreams. And to make matters more complicated, one of them is found guilty by the Clave for treason thus tearing the group apart once again. Clary knows she is the only one who can save her friends but is it worth it for Clary to give herself up to save everyone she loves from The Great Darkness if her decision could result in their demise by her own hands? © 2015 by Charmaine Cheong (EndarkenedWarrior)

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.