User blog:Summer Taco/Bonds Unbroken - A Shadowhunter Fan Fiction

Bonds Unbroken is a Shadowhunter fan fiction written by Emilia and Aria.

Chapter 1: Foresight ~ αяıα шεƨтвяσσκ
“Miss Westbrook!” Mrs. Baccari snapped me back into reality.

“Err, sorry? What was the question?” I asked nervously.

“I asked you, ‘Miss Westbrook, are you paying attention?’”

The other kids snickered. “Uh, I am? Now?” I replied slowly.

Mrs. Baccari wasn’t amused. “Stop doodling in your textbook. I thought you hated art. Now, nitrogen can also be used in the making...” she continued her lecture.

I looked at my textbook. She was right; I hated art. Then why was my copy of Beginning Chemistry covered in strange drawings that looked like this?



It was so complicated, I didn’t know how I could’ve drawn it. Normally, when I’m asked to draw a bowl of fruit, I draw a trashcan instead. This, though, was drawn carefully with intricate patterns, and made no sense.

“Please turn to page forty-two, class,” Mrs. Baccari instructed us. I turned to the page. It was, too, covered in that strange mark and I had no idea what the components of NaCl were because of that. Mrs. Baccari glanced at me, and with an exasperated sigh, said, “That’s it, Miss Westbrook. Detention after my class.” I sighed. It wasn’t anything new; Mrs. Baccari loathed me.

She kept talking about random chemical compounds and whatnot, and I got bored again (as usual). I wondered what that mark was. It was odd. Maybe...

As a test, I picked up my lucky pen—I don't call it lucky for no reason—and drew the symbol on my arm. Nothing happened.

I looked back at the whole classroom, and suddenly a new scene flashed in front of my eyes for a second, but I remembered it vividly. It was the exact same classroom, but with blood splattered on the walls and dead students everywhere, and a bloodied Mrs. Baccari hanging from the celing fan.

I staggered back in my chair. The scene I imagined faded away. “Miss Westbrook?” This time, the teacher didn’t say it scoldingly; she approached me cautiously.

I didn’t say anything for a moment. “I—I’m fine.” She went back to the blackboard.

“Remember, detention,” she said, but I had a dreadful feeling there wouldn't be one.

I looked back at the mark I drew, and it screamed to me. ''Foresight. Foresight.''