A/N I'm in a bad mood so I felt like killing somebody off of the MI. Don't judge me.

Disclaimer: I don't know why I have to disclaim it. Everybody knows Cassandra Clare wrote it.

Whatever...

Shadowhunters never lasted that long.

Most grown ups lived only to be in their mid-fifties.

The Lightwood family was fierce and Lightwood was the youngest of three, nine-years-old to his sister's sixteen and his brother's eighteen.

He loved manga and comics. Izzy was his favorite, with Jace following close behind.

He loved Idris; he loved it's endless fields, the beautiful buildings and the peace and quiet.

His parents were always in a good mood when they were in Idris; as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.

It didn't last long.

If you think that nine-years-old is to young to die, blame it on Sebastian...aka Jonathon.

Izzy wasn't there, and Max was alone with Sebastian.

Max didn't like Sebastian; partly because he took his comic book, and partly because Sebastian was always nice.

Even Isabelle wasn't always nice. Neither was Jace or Alec.

Plus, the thing he'd seen climb up that tower had looked a lot like Sebastian.

Max tiptoed behind Sebastian as he hammered the planks of wood the windows.

"Sebastian?"

He turned tolook at the youngest Lightwood. "Yeah?"

"Are you really Sebastian Verlac?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "'Course I am," he said sarcastically. "Who do you think I am? Harry Potter?"

He laughed at his own joke, but Max continued to stare at him, unsmiling.

Sebastian sighed. "Listen, kid," he said in a voice devoid of any humor. "You and your slutty sister have been giving me more trouble than I need."

Max gripped the wooden soldier in his hand. He remembered the day he'd gtten it.

A blond boy with golden eyes shuffled into the Institute. He looked about ten or eleven, Alec's age.

Max was only two, but he remembered the boy ripping his teddy bear open with a dagger.

Max screamed and ran to find Izzy, who at nine was still fierce.

Izzy marched into the new boy's room, Max hiding behind her legs. "What the heck is your problem!" she screamed at him. "Max can't sleep without that."

The boy looked surprised and ashamed.

He dug in his pocket and handed Max a wooden soldier. "Here, little soldier," he whispered. "This will protect you from any kind of harm or death."

Max clutched the wooden soldier tighter, praying that Jace hadn't been lying.

"So you aren't Sebastian Verlac?" Max whispered.

Sebastian smiled a twisted, cruel smile that sent a shiver to Max's bone. "No."

And he brought down the hammer, a silver arch, to Max's head.

Max closed his eyes but didn't scream.

Lightwoods never screamed. The solier screamed for him.

Max Lightwood never heard the screams of his sister, the first Lightwood to ever scream and cry.

You're never to young to die.

Yeah, I guess that was a little mean..

But what the hell, I loved it.

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