Til The Bitter End | Alec Lightwood

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"No." He stood up moving to the windows. "No!" I sat up slowly. My blood was already smeared on the floor.

"Sister." I mocked. He turned around pissed. I held my shoulder with one hand.

"Ahhh!" He came closer to me holding the sword to my throat.

"Do it," I smiled. "You need me, Jonny." 

He shoved me back my head hitting the concrete as I choked on my laughter. I turned over trying to push myself up, but he kicked me off.

"You're pathetic! Do you know that Lynn?! You are utterly useless!" He yelled. I tried to stop myself from laughing, but I couldn't. He was trapped. Clary got him.

"Says the one in a box," I smirked. He pointed the sword at me.

"You're in here too," He added. I pushed myself up gripping my shoulder.

"That is true," I looked around the room. "But you're in here."

"No!" He went back toward the window yelling as he hit the glass and attempted to break it. 

My body was exhausted and the blood loss was getting to me. If I didn't use my stele soon I wasn't going to be able to stop him and get out fast enough. I saw the guards come down through the hall.  

"No. No. No." He walked over and he tried to grab me. I fought, but let him take me in a headlock as he held the blade to my neck.

"Let me go or I will kill her!" He yelled. "I swear I will kill her!"  

The door opened slightly a riot team came in first. They held up their shields and weapons. His blade pressed to my neck making me wince.

"Alright!" Alec yelled. "Alright. Stop." 

He held up his hand staring at him. His eyes moved to me, but I already knew the plan. I pulled the sedative from my pocket stabbing it into his leg. The motion cut deeper into my neck.

"Lynn," Jonathan collapsed.

"You've got a minute," I stumbled forward. "Get him in chains and masked." 

Alec grabbed me pulling me out of the way. He used his stele to activate my healing rune. I patted his chest a few times taking a deep breath. 

"Great job," I mumbled. He kissed the top of my head. I saw the blood I got on him. "Shit sorry." He swept me up in his arms bridal style. "I can walk."

"I don't care." 

He moved through the guards. Underhill gave me a tight smile. We were on the other side of the glass as we watched them get Jonathan restrained. His arms and feet were chained at length so he couldn't hurt himself. The mask over his face.

"I hope someone caught Clary," I breathed. 

He slowly started to come too as they finished. They lined up on the outside as he pulled at the restraints. I could tell in his eyes that he was screaming, but the soundproofing was on. Alec turned his body moving back into the elevator. 

"'You can put me down," I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He looked down at me. "That I didn't tell you what they were up to."

"It's okay. It worked out." I played with the neckline of his shirt.

"I know, but I talk about communication and then keep that from you," He clenched his jaw. "I'm sorry. I will do better."

"You make this relationship sound like a job," I laughed. He smiled as he kissed my forehead.

"You gotta get cleaned up before dinner."