Hey Guys, so this is my first Fanfic. I hope you like it

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I woke up from the soft click of a cell door, my cell door to be precise. I reluctantly sad up and turned myself around to get out of bed. I knew I should hurry, because Jocelyn didn't like it if I was late and would surely punish me again. And after yesterday I wasn't sure I could handle another beating and go sparring with Sebastian. So I got up as fast as I could with the throbbing pain of yesterday's wounds all over my body, but mainly my back, because that's where Jocelyn whipped me with the demon metal whip, just because I had lost from Sebastian. She had gotten angry and called me a disgrace, to the Fairchild name. I had just bowed my head and taken my punishment knowing what would happen if I would fight back or object even the slightest bit. I hated her for what she did to me day in and day out but the thing I hated her most for was taking me away from my loving brother and father. It hurt just to think about and all of the happy times we had together. So I just pushed the thought of them away and stumbled to my cell door, opening it and walking through the opening. I closed it behind me and took a last glance at my cell, which was dark and empty except for a matrass in the corner with a thin ripped blanket on top of it. Before walking through the long hallway, which was dimly lit with a witch light at approximately every thirty feet. When I finally reached the door on the end of the hallway, I saw that Sebastian and my mother were already in the training room waiting for my arrival with irritated looks on their faces. I almost flinched back when I looked in to Sebastian's eyes which where pitch black and stared angry back at my green ones.

"Clarissa Adele Fairchild, what took you she long?" My mother snapped at me.

Almost taking a step back, but refraining from doing so knowing what the consequences would be. I

replied curtly "I'm sorry mother, I came as soon as the door opened."

"Don't lie to me Clarissa, I know your door has been opened fifteen minutes ago, Luke told me so himself."

"But…" Was al I managed to get out before my mother slapped me across the face.

"Are you telling me that Luke is lying to me?" I saw her expression change from irritated to furious.

"You ungrateful child, how dare you lie to me. I took care of you for all of these years and this is how you repay me?"

I flinched and took a step back. Her words cut through me, and all I could think about was just how great she had taken care of me. She had taken me away from my father and my brother whom I loved more than anything. Put me in a cell and forced me to train until I collapsed from exhaustion or blood loss. And Punishing me whenever I didn't do everything exactly like she wanted me to or wasn't able to learn something as fast as my adopted brother could.

I was now the one that was furious, how dare she treat me this way and expect me to be grateful? I took a step forward and another, before I could stop myself from doing something stupid that I would surely regret, I had hit my mother across the face. Her head flew to the side and before I knew it I was lying on the ground with Sebastian on top of me. Hitting and kicking me until I couldn't feel anything anymore. I tried to move my limp body away from Sebastian but I couldn't. Everything was so heavy, just like my eyelids were I tried my hardest to keep them open but it was futile. As soon as they closed everything went black.

When I woke up my body hurt all over. Because of the pain everything was blurry, I blinked a few times before I finally could make out where I was. It was a small room, completely empty except for the table on which were various instruments, instruments that would be able to inflict a lot of pain. I tried to move but noticed that I was tied up with chains around my wrists and hanging from the ceiling. I could feel the cold sweat run down my spine.

"Clary, you're finally awake. My sweet sister, you got yourself in quite a mess." Stepping from behind me was none other than my brother Sebastian. I looked at him and scowled.

"Don't call me that!" I screamed angry at him. "You don't deserve to call me that, only my real brother and my father are allowed to." I told him with my voice dripping with venom.

"Tssssk tsssk little sis, that's no way to speak to your brother now is it? And why can't I call you that? I'm your brother too you know, and it's not like your dearest father or Jonny will ever call you that again, you know it's kind of hard to talk with dead people." He laughed at me. "They were too weak to even kill a couple of demons, instead they were the ones being killed.

I looked at him and sadness washed over my face, most people wouldn't even have noticed but I knew Sebastian had. Before he could say anything I screamed at him. "I rather never hear that name again than hearing it come out of your mouth." I knew the only reason he had called me Clary was because he wanted to hurt me, to remind me that my sweet and caring brother that called me Clary for the first time, was dead just like my father. Both were killed by some demons after my mother had faked my death an her own. The thought that I would never see them again let a single tear escape from my eye.

Sebastian of course noticed and started to smile, a dark and sinister smile. "You know." He said. "You really should be a bit nicer to me. Because if you aren't your punishment will be a lot worse, and I'll personally make sure of that."

I looked at my brother with disgust and anger. "You know what Sebastian, I think I'll just take my punishment, because being nice to you would be worse than anything you could do to me.

"And why is that sis?"

I could see he was getting really angry but I couldn't care less right now. "Because you are and always will be a demon, mother made sure of that didn't she?"

If there was any light in his pitch black eyes to begin with it would now be gone for sure. I could feel the rage burning of his skin, I had gone too far but I knew it was worth it because of my father and brother, I couldn't let this monster speak about them the way he did, it was just wrong.

"I think Luke will enjoy some alone time with you, but don't worry I'll come back after and finish what he started but worse. He looked at me with his devilish grin on his face.

I didn't look away or look afraid, both being things I really wanted to do. But if I did he would win and I couldn't let that happen, then all I had done to anger and defy him would be for nothing. So I looked straight back into his eyes, without any emotion on my face whatsoever.

When he finally decided I wouldn't react to him, he turned around and walked out the door closing it behind him but not before giving his evil grin, which send unwanted chills down my spine.

When he was finally gone I was able to think clearly about what I had done. I had just multiplied my punishment at least tenfold. But then I thought about Jon and my father and couldn't help but smile, I wouldn't let Sebastian talk about them like they were nothing other than some weak and useless people from my past, like they were nothing. Thinking about them made me realize just how much I wished they were alive so maybe one day if it would be possible to escape I could see them again, be a family again, but that would never happen. While looking at the ground I saw something wet fall on it, I hadn't noticed that I was crying but now I could feel de tears leave my eyes one after another and dripping on the ground. I was now freely sobbing and I mentally hit myself for it. This wouldn't be what they wanted me to do, they would want me to live on and be happy. I stopped crying and started laughing, I made a decision, I was going to escape, for them. I had stopped trying to escape a long time ago. There just was no way out of this place and every time I would get caught and punished. But it was different now, I was older and stronger and in all these years I learned new skills. I was very good with runes and sometimes I even thought about new ones I hadn't seen in the grey book before or any other for that matter. And even though I hadn't seen any of them before they just popped up in my head I knew what they would do and that they would work.

My mom hadn't believed me at the time, but when I had showed her, I wasn't allowed to have a stele with me anymore. I already wasn't allowed to have one in my cell so I could get out with an open rune. After that I was only allowed to have one under close supervision. If there was only a way I could use my skill to escape this place, that's when I saw it. It popped up in my head just like all of the others and I knew exactly what it would do. I had found my way to escape, with this portal rune I could finally leave, if only I had a steel. I sighed, I knew I had to wait until after my punishment and be patient until Sebastian's and mines next rune lessons.

All the thinking, must have exhausted me, because once again I felt my eyelids become very heavy. Unlike last time it was from exhaustion instead of being knocked out from the pain. Not that I wasn't in pain right now, I still could feel every place on my body where he had hit me. So this time I didn't fight to stay awake, I gladly closed my eyes and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up from a throbbing pain inside and outside my head, while feeling some warm liquid flow down the side of my head, just next to my eye. I looked up to see a very malicious Luke standing in front of me. The evil grin he had on his face, changed into an evil laugh when he noticed that I was awake.

"Good evening sweetheart, how are you doing? I see you hit your head on something, you shouldn't be so careless. Was this maybe the reason you were late this morning?" smiling widely at his own joke he looked me in the eyes waiting for an answer.

"No, it seems though someone forgot to open my door until later so I couldn't get out in time" I replied with a steady voice, not showing just how afraid I was. "It also seems the thing I hit my head on would be your knuckles. I don't suppose you know anything about that now do you?" I said without any emotion.

His smile dropped a little before coming back completely. "I see you indeed aren't as stupid as I thought you were, although you're pretty stupid.

"Oh yeah and why is that?" I replied.

His smile completely disappeared, his face was now a mask of anger. "Now why would I think you are stupid, let me think, oh yeah now I remember, you hit your own mother!" He yelled at me.

If it was possible I would cringe at hearing the tone in his voice, sadly enough I was still hanging with my wrists from the ceiling.

Luke was a horrible man, he would do anything for himself and even more for my mother. He would do anything for her really, he has always been in love with her, even when she was with my father. There was a tie when he even was my father's best friend, until he disappeared. Probably taking care of little Sebby for my mother. But he was loyal to her, and now he was going to hurt me as punishment for hitting my mother, but also because he really enjoyed it, and mostly because I deserved it in his eyes, for hurting the love of his live.

He walked away from me to the table, picking something up which I couldn't see. When he turned back around, I could see what kind of weapon he had decided on. It was a pair of gloves with metal on his knuckles and on the joints of his fingers, here and there the metal consisted of some sharp and pointy edges.

When he walked back to me he held up his fists with the gloves already put on. A wicked grin appearing on his face.

"You know what, I'm going tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you. You hit your mother so I thought the best way to punish you would be to hit you. But I don't really enjoy messing up my knuckles so I had these gloves specially made for occasions such as these. They protect my knuckles and give more pain to the one on the receiving end of the punches." While talking about his special gloves his eyes were twinkling with happiness. Like when a little kid gets a new toy to play with.

I shuddered upon seeing this. Something was really wrong inside that mind of his. Then he started hitting me to the head, ribs and stomach, actually pretty much everywhere. He didn't slow down, very soon I already didn't feel anything but pain and couldn't focus on anything else. I don't know how long he kept on hitting me, but I'm pretty sure halfway through I have been passed out.

Now I knew I was going to pass out again, but before I could he stopped. He looked at me exhausted but satisfied. He then walked to the door, opening it and stepping out, before he closed it he gave me satisfied smirk and walked away.