❝ I fear no monsters
for no monsters I see.
For all this time, the
monster had been me. ❞
-𝙧. 𝙙.
IN WHICH A SHADOWHUNTER
DID THE ONE THING HE WASN'T
SUPPOSED TO DO. FALLING IN
LOVE...
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN ( moo shu to go, part iv )
"Holy crap, Clary. Who torched your loft?" was the first thing Simon said when he entered the loft, or what was left of it, at least.
Neither Jax nor Clary could even recognize it anymore. Everything is either broken or burnt to crisp. Unlike the werewolf, Clary was never good with hiding her emotions but she felt her sadness slowly washing away when she felt two strong arms wrapped around her. She willed herself not to cry, she's been doing that a lot lately and it was about time she stopped. She needed to be strong for her mother.
Instead, she said, "There is nothing left of me here," and she pulled away from the hug.
"Of course there isn't. Your mother was trying to erase any trace that you existed. So that you couldn't be tracked," Alec added in what was supposed to make them feel better.
The Shadowhunter was hoping that they'd just grab the box-if it wasn't already burnt yet, and head back to the Institute but that doesn't seem to be the case since both Clary and Simon were quietly talking amongst themselves and Jax was... he was nowhere to be seen.
The only other way out of the living room was a small hallway and so it didn't take long for Alec to find the werewolf standing in front of a room, its door now broken. Jax had his back towards him so Alec couldn't see his face but judging by the way his shoulders slump and the way his arms were just hanging limply by his side, not touching anything, Alec could only assume that he had a frown on his face.
Jax didn't move even though he heard him coming and so the taller man just looked over Jax's shoulders to take a peek inside. "Is this your room?" he asked.
"It used to be. Now it just looks like the inside of an oven," Jax sighed.
He didn't want to believe that this was the only thing left of his life here. He may not be raised here and the Frays may not be his real family but for the past four years, this place was his home. And now... now he couldn't even recognize his own room anymore.
He stepped inside, lightly kicking away some broken pieces of wood that had been scattered on the floor. He looked around, eyes scanning the room for anything that could still be saved. Clary was right. There really was nothing left of them here. But just before he could leave, he saw a small book poking out of under his bed. He crouched down, taking it into his hands and furrowing his eyebrows in confusion when he landed on what seems to be a bookmark. But as Jax flipped it over, he saw that it wasn't a bookmark at all.
"What's that?" Alec asked curiously when he saw the small smile on the werewolf's face.
Jax stood back up, tucking whatever it is that he had found into his pockets but leaving the book on the bed. "Just a small happy memory," he replied softly, giving his old room one last look before he walked out.
