Sorrow

Alec stood On top of a hill, a shining seraph blade glinting in his outstretched arm. His clothes were torn and he was bloody. His ebony hair was in disarray, dripping blood down the side of his face. His sparkling blue eyes alive with a kind of hazy fire in their depths. His muscles strained against his clothes and he gave a loud, distraught, agonising scream. He whirled around, bringing the sword up and over his head. It came crashing down right through a demon, sending them back to another dimension.

He was panting, his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, his eyes constantly blurring. He lifted a hand, wiping at his eyes and smearing blood and tears on his cheeks. He gave another pained scream, his body dancing as his blade sang.

He had searched for this fight; it was all he had left in him. He wanted to be so exhausted that Magnus would not be able to invade his mind. His heart gave a stabbing throb of pain and he let out a sorrow filled sob. Magnus had left him behind; his heart was shattered and dead. He screamed again, jumping off the edge of the cliff as he dragged the blade through a demons hearts. He hit the ground with a sickening crunch and rolled to his feet at the bottom.

He took no head to the bruises painting his body like splatter paint on a canvas. He howled out to the sky again, his legs finally giving out as he staggered to the ground. He collapsed on his knees, the sword clanging against the ground as it fell from his limp hand. His head dropped to his chest and his shoulders shook.

His bloodied hands came to his face and he cried, his sobs horrific in the otherwise silent countryside. " why? Why? Why?" He repeated, his voice breaking and cracking. He could only repeat that one word. The tears splattered down his cheeks, landing on his bare hands, making the stains of blood run down his hands. He clenched his hands and crumpled to the ground.

He laid there curled into a ball. Why did Magnus do it? Why did the beautiful warlock not understand? Why did his Magnus still love him but not want him? Why had he left him so broken...so miserable and without a will to live?

He curled into a ball, his hands coming to cup his face, the tears just kept coming and he sobbed and sobbed. He just couldn't stop! He just wanted to die...he couldn't live without Magnus-one month had passed, even two and he still felt just as much if not more broken then before. He didn't sleep, didn't eat and just killed himself demon hunting.

Another demon came at him, he didn't move, didn't see it. He was oblivious to everything but the Pain coursing through him. A hand fell to clench his chest and he screamed out again. His heart hurt so damn much, it was unbearable.

A sudden kunai blade whirled pasted his hands, landing smack in the middle of the demons head, tearing it into pieces. The figured emerged, holding a seraph blade. His golden eyes were sympathetic, his golden hair and pale skin making him seem like an angel come to rescue Alec.

"Alec..." Jace's voice was soft, almost a whisper, a sheer sadness in it. Dropping the blade, he kneeled beside his broken, tormented brother. " you can't do this to yourself..." He sighed, wanting to hate Magnus but having been to his place he had realised the man was a broken as his brother.

Alec sobbed; his chest heaving and he shook his head. His hand clenched so roughly into his chest that his nails were bloody where they had pierced his skin. "I want to die..." He breathed, rolling over finally to face Jace. His eyes were bloodshot and the tears never stopped.

Jace Fought the urge to cringe, Alec was normally so shut in that this was so uncharacteristic of him. "come home" he begged, he knew that he never wanted to see his stoic older brother so broken ever again.

Alec laid there, no reply coming from his mouth. He shut his eyes on Jace, a few trails of tears sliding down his cheeks. He just wanted to be left alone. He was shivering, shaking and he wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from his broken heart. He opened his hand, a witch light rune stone coming to life, its light flaring. "I hate this thing..." He hissed, and closing his fist, he finally sat up.

Jace watched in silence.

Alec drew his arm back and then he whipped it forwards watching stone blaze momentarily and then lifeless drop in an arc far from him. That rune stone was the last thing Magnus had touched.

Jace watched it sore through the air, running a hand through his blond hair. "now, why'd you do that?" He scolded.

"Aku cinta kamu..." He whispered.

Jace arched a delicately fine blond brow. " What?"

" it means I love you..."

Jace had no idea what to say to that. He was pretty much hoping his Parabatai didn't mean him. "Ah..."

Alec's eyes flew open. "he told me he loved me and then he walked away!" Alec screamed.

Jace's expression changed, a sadness deepening his golden orbs. "Alec..." He frowned. What was he supposed to say to his heart broken brother?

Alec struggled to sit up, wrapping his arms around his knees and rocking slightly. "I need him..."

Jace chewed on his bottom lip. He knew what it felt like to need someone and not be able to have them, granted it was for different reasons.

"I don't know what to tell you" Jace whispered. He felt useless. He couldn't ease the pain of his is Parabatai.

Alec slumped, the tears beginning again. They fell down his face, in silence this time.

The corners of jace's lips turned down and he reached out, drawing the broken boy into his arms. His hand found the back of Alec's head, cradling his head to his shoulder. He vowed to help him. He would find a way.