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Chapter 1: The Unknown Descent

Clary's POV:

I furiously slammed my sketchbook shut and threw it across the emerald grass field that I was sitting on. I glared at it for a long moment, as if it were a thirsty demon about to lunge for my throat, before slowly making my way over to retrieve it.

I laid back resting my tense body against the soft and welcoming blades of grass and stared out the glass roof of the Institutes greenhouse. I was so frustrated with myself, so frustrated with the situations that God kept throwing in my face: like I meant nothing to him. Well, he sure hasn't made it known to me that I do mean anything to him. With everything that he had allowed to happen in my life, I wondered if there even was a God.

Raindrops began to strike the glass with a vengeance, so I closed my eyes and tried to think: I tried to think about anything, anyone. Just someone other than the one person who showed up behind my eyelids the moment they shut: Jace. Fireworks ignited throughout my body just at the very thought of his name. Every nerve stood on end and refused to be tamed despite my efforts.

I had always compared Jace to an angel. He definitely had all the right features to be placed in that category. In my mind, I carefully sculpted Jace's perfect frame, his perfect everything. The way his disheveled golden hair reached down to the middle portion of his bronzed neck, his abysmal golden eyes that even the blazing sun would be jealous of, and the way his golden body ignited the room when he decided to train with no shirt on. Without that shirt, it was always possible to see the way his sweat would glisten in the sunlight when he was in motion. In the course of training with him, I was sure he knew how it preoccupied my mind while I was trying to concentrate on my next move. But then again, that was probably Jace's reasoning for always insisting on training bare-chested: he knew my weakness and used it against me.

Stop it! My mind yelled. You shouldn't be picturing Jace, your stupid brother, with no shirt on his perfectly sculpted body! Ah! Enough!

I shot up and glanced around in all directions. Darkness welcomed me. I looked above and noticed the moon trying to spy on me through the thick obscurity of black. I felt oddly exposed and unprotected as the night glowered at me disgustingly, like some grotesque specimen underneath a cold microscope.

I gathered my sketchbook in my shivering arms and walked in darkness though the small field, which was located toward the back end of the greenhouse. I never could grasp the vast dimension of the Institutes' size; then again I couldn't grasp or understand anything anymore.

As I emerged from the always-dancing branches of a huge tree that I did not yet know the name of, I froze. The metal entrance door to the greenhouse was slowly opening and I could only guess who was on the reverse side of it. Alec and Isabelle were away visiting their parents Robert, Maryse, and their younger brother Max in Idris. They wouldn't be back for another two days. Which left only one other person. I panicked. I would not allow myself to be alone with Jace. I understood that at any moment with him my defenses could break down and I would do something my mind would regret, however, something my heart would want. I twisted around quickly, taking cover in the busy branches behind me and quietly returned to my grassy field a few meters back into the immeasurable forest. I threw myself down onto the damp surface of the perfectly manicured grass; sending small sparkling diamonds of water in every direction. I opened my sketchbook to a random blank page and pretended to draw. Maybe if I looked focused and entranced he wouldn't approach me.

Part of me wanted him to, oh how I longed to inhale his sweet breath when it exploded against my face. How many times had I wanted to run into his strong awaiting arms, I wanted to be held in his unbreakable hold, perfectly mold my head beneath his chin and get lost in his warm and sweet breath. I wanted to be with him, always.

The other part of me however, the part that always splashed reality back in my face, wanted him not to notice me. I didn't want to be the first one who melted under the others heated gaze. I was always the first one to give in, always the first one to give myself away completely. One could never tell what Jace Wayland was thinking or feeling. He hid his true feelings and thoughts behind his adamant, sarcastic façade so well. For a second, I wondered if Jace knew how he felt himself; maybe even he was trying to fool himself. I could only hope.

"Please," I whispered. To myself or to God, I didn't know. "Don't let him see me."

Time seemed to stop. I sat there absent-mindedly for what seemed like an eternity, hiding behind my blazing fiery red hair, straining to hear anything that would give Jace's presence away. I heard nothing but the strong winds echoing through the greenhouses' glass walls on either side of me. Cautiously, I turned my head and glanced over my right shoulder, then my left. There was nothing but the faint moonlights' power, taking over every water-kissed leaf and branch in the greenhouse.

I stood hesitantly, watching my surroundings and preparing myself for anything, or anyone. Once again, I closed my sketchbook and this time clutched it tightly to my chest as if it would protect me from anything that might do me harm. I fought my way through the garden's combating emerald warriors, each branch and leaf willing for me to stay. I finally materialized from within the garden's beautiful battlefield and made my way to the exit, relief washing over me like a plummeting rainfall as I turned the slivery knob and found no one there to greet me on the other side. Only the faint light, stalking up from one of the lower levels of the institute, was keeping me from plunging to my ultimate demise.

There was no need for a light in the spiraling staircase, for the moon always proved to be the natural, elegant way of lighting the seemingly endless hall. Tonight however, the sinister black clouds hovering over the City of Brooklyn, had taken the innocent moon hostage.

I stood there, eyes closed for a moment, just to listen to the swoon of the deadly winds wreaking havoc on the city just outside. When did the rain stop? I thought. Hmm, maybe I'm just losing my mind. It seems that I've lost just about everything else; what harm can loosing one more piece of myself bring?

"Clary?"

Half jumping out of my skin, I whirled around and saw Jace emerging from the eastern corner of the greenhouse. I wailed in my head, He had been there the whole time. The image of Jace I imaged just a few moments before did him no justice. He looked like one of God's personal warrior angels in the moon's faint light, which was desperately trying to escape the clouds' clutches. Probably just to get a first look at the latest episode of Jace and Clary's complicated lives, I thought glumly.

"Clary, what's wrong?" Jace asked, worry lacing every sculpted word that flowed from his mouth.

I barely heard him. He was coming from the side. I outstretched my right arm to support myself in the narrow greenhouse entryway. That was the side where he had shown me the Midnight Flower, the most beautiful flower I had ever seen in my entire life. The side that had made that one night stand out far more than any of the other few nights we had ever shared together. The side where we shared our first kiss before our entire world imploded in on itself, destroying everything in its condemned path; my first kiss, the kiss I would always remember. The memories brought a pain that exploded throughout my chest and was spreading rapidly like wildfire up to my already swollen throat.

Jace was cautiously making his way over to me now. Both of the arms that I so desperately wanted to feel around me were hesitantly outstretched towards me. There was a look of worry etched onto his face: His golden eyes blazing in the moonlight. At the sight of me or at something else, I didn't know.

What's wrong with him? I thought. Why is he looking at me like that?

I wanted to see what he was seeing. I wanted to place my hands on both sides of his distressed face, stare into those distressed eyes and understand the look that I must have been giving him; the look that was now making a motionless Jace stare at me the way he was at that moment. I brought my trembling left hand up to my face, trying to decode the expression that Jace was eagerly trying to comprehend. I silently gasped when I felt the damp river that was strongly flowing down my left cheek. I had been crying? I didn't understand. When had I started to cry? Only now did I notice how fogged my sight was. How could I have not noticed this before?

I slowly drew back a sparkling tear that I removed from my face and carefully examined it. The tear was beautiful on the surface, but deep within the center I noticed the torturing pain and agony that ripped on the sides, trying to break free.

Jace just stood there, staring at me, a look of painful desperation now escaping his eyes. I then realized that I was staring straight into his tortured soul, into the side of Jace that he rarely allowed anyone to see. His appearance looked drained of all strength, utterly destroyed, as if he had just fought the greatest and most difficult battle of his Shadowhunter life. I wanted to run to him, I wanted to crash against his chest and ignore the fireworks that would have been exploding everywhere in my body at his touch. But I had to restrain myself. I needed to. Just breathe Clary; control your actions, your feelings, no matter how overpowering they may seem to be, I thought to myself. "Just your brother" I repeated his devastating words in my head and tried to compose myself.

"Clary," Jace whispered, taking a careful step toward me.

As tears threatened to overtake my eyes once again, I released the doorway and stepped back onto the first step of the staircase that trailed down to the lower levels of the Institute. I tried to put as much distance between the two of us as I could. I could already feel the gravitational pull of his presence calling for me, searching for any imminent response.

Suddenly, Jace's gaze left my tortured eyes and darted into the darkness behind me. They widened at first with a certain shock and then turned to a wild disbelief that I had never seen before on his face. The look frightened me. With only a few exceptions, Jace Wayland had never been taken by surprise. Never.

I tried to turn and meet the gaze of whatever, or whoever made Jace make that face that I never wanted to see again.

Before I had time to completely turn around, I felt strong, rough hands grab me from behind and cover my salt stained face. As I processed what was happening I tried to scream, I tried to breathe. I desperately clawed at the arm restraining me and the hand cutting off my air supply, neither attempt proved successful.

"Clary!" Jace's angelic voice shouted after me. Angst and sheer determination were clearly written on his now angry face as I saw him break into a sprint towards me. He's too far, I realized in agony. He's too far!

Seeing Jace run toward me, like his life was about to end if he didn't get to me in time only made me want to fight harder.

Jace! I desperately tried to scream his name through the huge, dirty hands that I had guessed belonged to a man. Only a muffled sound escaped my mouth, giving me a full dose of intense hopelessness. Anger rose into my chest, giving me a strength that I never realized I had. I swung my free left elbow back into the imposter's stomach. The impact sent a wave of rejection up through my body; the guy didn't lose the slightest amount of restraint around my body. The harder I tried to fight, the more the unknown attacker's arms tightened around me.

Come on Fray, fight! I tried once again to break free of my attacker's control, but the world I saw in front of me was slowly slipping away, already dimming around the edges. The strong hand clamped against my mouth allowed no oxygen to pass through to my burning throat.

I couldn't speak.

I couldn't even scream Jace's name as I saw the blurred edges of nothing distorting my eyesight. My balance was gone. My freedom was gone. I unsuccessfully tried to grab for something, anything, but there was nothing around me that the persistent captivator would allow me to touch.

I didn't know if the darkness, suddenly captivating my vision was due to the unconsciousness finally overpowering me or if the entryway door to the greenhouse had been shut.

I figured the latter, for the last thing I heard before drifting away into my own oblivion was Jace's ferocious pounding on the sealed metal door behind me. His angered, agonized voice behind it screaming my name.

Only the relentless arms, that were now carrying me through the darkness, and the shadows dwelling in the massive descending staircase, welcomed me into their invisible outstretched arms.

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