Author's Note: I'm back! Sorry I've been gone so long but I have been developing a story of my own and a story for my literature class as well. Both, it seems have been consuming my time! I was thinking if any of you read this and follow my tumblr (link is on my profile) that I could post an excerpt or something if you want. Tell me if you do!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments or Infernal Devices.

Chapter 13: Falling

A jolt of panic seized Will and adrenaline coursed through his body like blood. He knew he had to do something. In a desperate attempt he grasped the reins, jerking wildly in vain to subdue the horses. Nothing was working. Something was wrong, it wasn't normal for a two horses to keep pulling a carriage and refuse to stop on command.

That was when he saw it. A thin white translucent puff rising into the air, blowing backwards due to the speed and direction they were traveling.

It was steam, coming from the front panel of the carriage. Puzzle pieces started to click and their whole dilemma started to make sense. The carriage was steam-powered and the horses had to be as well.

The carriage rumbled dangerously over the earth as the automaton horses metal hooves dug into the cold ground. They tore down the road at an unnatural and frightening speed, the sky passing by at an alarming rate. Will leaned out of the left side of the carriage, holding onto it's wooden frame for dear life. Brass coil and springs gleamed mockingly up at him from the cleverly disguised panel. Levels, cogs and coils worked in a flurry to bring Will and Tessa to their eminent death by fall from plunging down a mountainside in this death trap. He had to get them out of there and fast. The world outside raced by in as blur of moonlit gravel road.

Will knew he only had one choice, he moved inside and hunched over the plush satin seat. Then gently but firmly, he hauled an unconscious Tessa up into his arms, carefully nestling her head on his shoulder. Strategically, he held her close to his frame so the impact of the jump would have less of an effect on her. He quickly scanned the path as it whirled past, searching for a more suitable place to land. There was none. Jumping out of a demon operated death-trap steam-powered carriage wasn't exactly William Heronadale's idea of a jolly good time.

He grasped Tessa's limp form fiercely and made a silent promise to do everything in his power her safe as he leapt out of the moving carriage. Purposely, he jumped so he would land on his back and take most of the impact, but that plan failed of course. They hit the road and rolled several feet before fetching up on a fallen log along the side of the path. The breath had been knocked from him as he hit the ground and several shards of stone bit into his skin and tore at his gear. Another breath was stolen from his lungs as they crashed against the splintering log. The jolt caused Tessa to stir and she wearily sat up in shock, pushing against Will's chest to gain balance. A thousand questioned formed on her lips, but all were silenced by the horrific sight of carriage faltering on the edge of the cliff and careening over the side.

Will looked into her large quizzical gray-blue eyes, meeting her silent questions with a rueful smile.

"It would appear that I have some explaining to do."

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Isabelle felt a slight vibration from the pocket of her leather jacket and fished out the abused pink flip phone. She flipped it open revealing a reminder from her calendar app that today there was a shoe sale at her favorite store down town. Obviously, like they could get a phone signal in Victorian London. Jem looked over with shocked interest at the small device in her hands.

"It's a cell-phone, you call people with it" she explained.

"Call people with it?" he questioned staring at the phone as if it were a bomb seconds from exploding.

"You can talk to people through it, without being with them."

"Really?"

Isabelle could hear Jace and Alec chuckle behind her, which she silenced with a glare.

"We should show this to Henry when we get…"

Jem was cut off in mid-sentence as a sleek black carriage drove up; blocking their exit from in between the two stone buildings.

Isabelle uncoiled her whip, Jem pulled out a dagger and Jace wearily breathed the name of a seraph blade.

"Second time today. No more dark alleys for me."

Author's Note: I hoped you liked it, review!