I woke up in the morning with cramp pulling at my legs. Last night the hit was a little harder than usual. A businessman doing some dirty dealings, well not anymore. some people knew we were coming, Clave agents probably. So like anytime we were almost caught, we disappeared.
I was actually starting to like Florida, but Jon said we had overstayed our welcome. I quickly packed my clothes into a duffle bag and rushed out the door to meet Jon and the taxi. Only last year Jon had turned 18 . He pulled me out of the foster system, and things pretty much built up from there.
We were moving to New York, Destry said she could set us up with an apartment, and some contacts. Destry had been the one who found and 'moulded' us. She had been giving us targets for the past 6 months, and so far we hadn't screwed up.
"Hey bear, what's up?" To anybody listening Jon sounded like a loving brother- which he was -but i knew better.
"Nothing much, just thinking." I replied looking out the window of the taxi.
"Don't worry Clare. This is your senior year, next year your out of the schooling system, and we'll move to England like we planned." Jon always knew just what to say. Every school i went to i ended up in the 'it' crowd. That was always such a pain in the ass. I had to keep up the 'clary-fray-sport-and-art-geek' look. Apparently i played it well enough. I can't remember when, but in the end i fell asleep, listening to the slow, constant rumble of the engine
"Jocelyn! Tell me where they are, now!" A man's voice thundered through the door. Clary, Mia, Jordan and Jonathan had just come home from school, and were now stood, paralysed, behind their door.
"Never!" Clary was visibly shaking, she had never heard her mother this angry before. Looking over to Jon for guidance, she only saw her fear reflected back at her.
"Jocey, just tell him. He'll find them anyway." Luke said cooly. He was in their and he wasn't helping her.
"I trusted you. I TRUSTED YOU AND YOU WERE WORKING WITH HIM!" Jocelyn was screaming. The tears and sobbing clearly shrouded her voice.
"No, i just know what's right. I may not like Valentine, but he's right. Those's kids need to been trained. Do you understand how powerful they could be." Luke was pleading with her. Hoping she would understand.
Clary stole a glance at Jon and saw him on his phone, calling the police probably. Clary prayed they would come in time. Clary's thoughts were cut short by a blood curdling scream. Ignoring her shaking knees and sweating palms, Clary burst through the door to be met by the most horrific sight she had ever seen.
Her mother was lying, motionless on the floor. Her crimson blood mixing with her hair. Luke was stood hovering over her, tears raced down his cheeks. A large man was also stood over Jocelyn. Clary assumed he must be Valentine. As Clary burst in she saw the large man turn around and smirk at her. He looked strangely like Jonathan.
"Well well well, i see, daughter, that you have finally graced us with your presence." Clary was shocked did he just say daughter.
"daughter?" She questioned tears flowing freely down her cheeks. He nodded slightly. He was about to speak again when Luke spoke.
"Just grab her and lets go, the cops will be here soon." Clary froze. He wanted her. Valentine had said them. Them. Her and Jonathan. His children. Valentine took two bold steps towards her, grabbing her roughly by the arm and dragging her through the apartment, and out the window in the bathroom.
"Clary! Clary! CLARY!" Jon shock my arms violently. I sat up immediately, banging his forehead against mine in the process. Shaking his head a little, Jon stared deeply into her eyes.
"God Clary. You scared the crap out of me you know. we got here and hour ago but you wouldn't wake up, so in just carried you up." Looking around i noticed we were sat in, what i assumed to be, the living room.
"It's okay Jon, just a nightmare." I brushed him away, and sat up.
"What's the time?" I asked sleepily. Glancing around once more i saw that my bag had also made it up here with me.
"8.20." Jon mumbled. I hated it when he did that.
"Speak up Jon, you know i hate it when you mumble."
"8.20" He said. My jaw dropped. I was meant to be at St Xavier's by 8.30. Not sparing a though towards Jonathan, i grabbed my bag and rushed into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror i was amazed. My normally frizzy blue hair had stayed neat- for once. there were no bags under my purple eyes, and no blemishes on my skin. All in all i looked ... pretty darn good.
Applying some light make up i decided to get changed. Because me a Jon moved around so much i leaned how to pack light and simple. The summertime New York was warm, yet not sweltering, so i settled for a pair of jeans and a pinstripe shirt. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and walked back into the living room.
From his duffle bag Jon pulled out a small brown leather bag and handed it to me. I stared at it a while before taking it. It was beautiful. It had lovely swirly patterns that surrounded the hems and a slight tattered look that gave it an edge. Why would Jon get me something like this?
"Umm... Well i thought that well because this is... You know New York you might need uh...pick me up." He smiled shyly at me. Of course i knew New york. I had lived here my whole childhood. It was were i grew up, had friends and ... Lost my mum. I was lost for words. Sometime Jonathan quite be so sweet. I ran forward and tightly embraced him.
"Thanks Jon." I whispered to him.
"That's okay Clare-bear, but you know your birthdays coming up." He said pulling away from me. I nodded eagerly, like a little kid. He just laughed at me.
"I wonder what i shall get you?" He said, tapping his finger on his chin in mock thought. I punched him on the arm, enough to hurt but not leave a bruise. He chuckled deeply again.
"What if i already got you something." He leaned forwards and whispered into my ear. Like it was the biggest secret ever. Before i could ask another question, he fished around in his pocked and tossed me some keys.
"Are you serious?" I asked completely shocked. Jon knew that i love bikes, but i never though he'd get me one.
"Course." He smiled "It's down in the parking lot. It's got a big red bow on it. Just. For. You." He said shoving me towards the doorway. I turned around and smiled at him,before bolting down the stairs, out the door, and into the parking lot.
Like god himself had put it there, there sat a bright red MV Augusta f4 with a giant red bow on top. I shoved my bag over my shoulder and put the black helmet on, before racing down the street to St Xavier's.