Blackstairs Children fic: 3
Blackstairs Children fic: 3
“Come on, Liv,” said John Blackthorn. He was pissed at his sister. The two of them could hardly fight together with a win anymore because they knew each other’s moves. But now, it was like Livvy wasn’t even trying.
“I’m sorry,” she said with a stone face. John raises his eyebrows. “Go again.”
“I think that’s enough for today.”
“What? Why?” John observed his sister. He remembered her as a child. She always crinkled her nose in frustration and she raised her voice when she was mad. Looking at her now at sixteen, it was like looking at her when she was three years old.
“Because you’re my baby sister and something is obviously wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong and just because you’re my big brother doesn’t mean you know me.”
“How can you say that we grew up together? I slept in the bedroom down the hall. Andrew and I know you better than anyone else in the world, except, maybe, Celine.”
“Well, you obviously don’t know me as well as you thought you did.” John racked his mind for all of the possibilities of what could be wrong. Then it clicked.
“Did you and Jonathan have a fight? He was like this too this morning. I know how you both get after you fight with one another.” Livvy’s back was to John, but he could tell she was getting angrier. Her fists were clenched and her shiny skin reddened.
“You know nothing, John. I didn’t fight with Jonathan, and, apparently, you have been delusional for a really long time because Jonathan and I have never and won’t ever have a relationship, let alone a friendship.” He knew that wasn’t true. He had always liked that Jonathan and his sister had been close.
“Liv-” Then suddenly there was a knife in her hand, and she swung around as the words flew from her mouth.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” The knife hit the wall behind him, narrowly missing his head. He stood still, shocked, his sister was never a violent person unless she was fighting. She was the best person he knew with little kids she was so gentle.
“Get out! Just get out!” she sobbed violently now. He wanted to reach out and grab her, just to hug her. He even tried, but she glared at him. So eventually, against his better judgment, he left. He saw Celine on the way out and they seemed to have communicated with one look. He saw her rush into the training room to see his sister
“Livvy, what’s wrong?” Celine bent to touch her on the shoulder, but Livvy shrugged her off. She stalked up onto the loft and through a door that led to the weapons room.
One or two families at the academy shared a weapon room. In this case, the Blackthorn weapons room, which all of the Blackthorn siblings’ families used, was shared with the Lightwood-Banes. Sometimes it seemed like this small room lined with blades was the only place where she could be truly alone.
She sobbed as she sat on the counter. She thought of all the things, all the people, who angered her. Her blood boiled, literally and she started to sweat even more. She got hotter and hotter until she screamed.
She screamed and the windows broke. Then she swung her left hand at the wall with the swords hung up and motioned down and the swords fell. She looked in the mirror and saw that her eyes glowed a color of purple and her hands did too.
Then her vision went black. The edges started to give way, and her body hit the ground; she felt glass cut her temple. She uttered two words, “Mom. Dad.”
Then, finally, everything went black.
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Jonathan and Mateo walked together to the table that sat outside in the shade of the Weeping Willow tree by the pond. They sat here everyday since last year. “It was so weird. Livvy’s never like that,” they heard John say.
“What was Livvy doing that was weird?” Mateo said.
“We were training this morning and she wasn’t fighting like she usually did. She was short with her motions and she was hesitating, and that wasn’t like her. I asked her what was going on, and she started being really snappy,” John said.
“yeah, I went in to check on her afterward and she shrugged me off.”
“Where is she now?” Pearson asked, leaning against a tree.
“I don’t know,” John said. Andrew looked more panicked than any of them.
“Well, if no one knows where she is, we have to go find her. There is no way in hell I’m letting her run around unstable,” Andrew said.
“When has Livvy ever been unstable?” Jonathan asked.
“I’m sure that when Livvy gets here for lunch she will explain everything,” said Cordelia, and so they waited and waited.
“Lunch is almost over? Just like her skin, her punctuality is flawless,” said Pearson. Jonathan sighed; he knew this was all his fault.
Suddenly Andrew stood up, “I’m done waiting, I don’t care if none of you are coming with, I’m going to find my sister.” Celine rushed off after him, followed by John, Pearson, and Cordelia.
“What’s up, man?” asked Mateo, “you look like my Abuela after a few too many empanadas.”
“I messed up, and I’m nor sure I can fix it.”
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Eleanor was nodding along as Andrew frantically spewed words. “I don’t know what happened. John said she wouldn’t say anything about why she was upset. Now we can’t find her.”
Eleanor looked at the faces who sat before on the ground, while she occupied the couch. Her brothers, the Herondale siblings, her cousin, and Cordelia and Pearson. “You,” she focused on Celine, very aware that the girl was glaring daggers at her, “You know Livvy almost as well as Andrew and John and I, so where is she?”
“I already told you, I don’t know.”
“Fine. Then boy Herondale, where is my sister?”
“What?” Jonathan questioned, “How should I know?”
“You two are close, do you know where she is?”
“No,” he said; feeling guilty.
“She’s only been gone for a few hours. However, we need to find her before mom and dad find out she’s missing. So look everywhere.”
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“Livvy, Livvy,” she heard, cutting the darkness away. “Livvy, Livvy wake up.” She, finally after a minute, woke up. She saw a man above her.
“Uncle Kit?” She felt his hand on her back holding her up.
“Yeah, it’s me. What happened? What do you remember?”
“I-I was so angry, and I started to sweat. Then I threw a hand in and then glass was flying at me, and the swords were falling down.”
“That makes sense you literally woke up in blood and water.”
“Uncle Kit, there’s something else. My eyes and my hands were glowing purple.” Kit looked perplexed.
“Purple? That’s so X-men.” Livvy raised her eyebrows at him. “Nevermind. I’ll look into your symptoms, in the meantime, go clean yourself up and I’ll let your parents know what happened.”
“No, you can’t tell them.”
“My mom told me when I turned eighteen, I would have Cortana.”
“Your mom is going to give you Cortana whether you have powers or not.”
“You think I have powers?”
“I don’t know, but I promise we’ll figure it out.”
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