Life In The Hidden.
Summery:
What if Clary and Jonathan grew up together, hidden, were no one could ever find them unless Valentine told, or Jocelyn was found, but when Valentine gets sick and dies unexpectedly and Jonathan vows to take care of his little sister on Valentines unknown death bed, and Jonathan being 17 and her being 15 treats her with love he has never felt, and takes care of her as a loved sister.
Chapter One: Death Bed
(Jonathan P.O.V)
"Father, who will take care of Clary and I?" Jon and Valentine knew his inevitable death, but Jon wanted to know they were safe from there family and the outside world.
"You Jonathan, Clary is 15 and stubborn, only you can help her, she trusts you, treat her as you would treat something you'd die for." Valentine had been one with words, but Jonathan was one with truth.
"I would die for her but we both know I can't access them feelings." Something had happened to Jocelyn when he was born, he was born looking like hell itself, black eyes, white hair and perfect everything, but he doesn't feel anything towards anyone but a slight... edge toward Clary.
"We both know you have something with Clary, you might not understand it but, you feel something toward her I have never seen. Except from..." Jon slowly nodded not wanting to pry and be beat again as Valentine said firmly,
"Leave now son, I am tired and I need my strength." Jocelyn had went insane when she had Clary, Clary glowed white when Jocelyn touched her and she screamed in pain and she threw Clary, the only reason why Clary is ok is because I had caught her, Valentine favored Clary because her body sends a mechanism that burns anyone that is danger, of coarse Clary burnt Jonathan badly, so bad he still has scars, but something clicked and after 20 seconds, the burning stops, He gave her baths, dressed her, fed her and she would scream when I put her down and left the room, and burnt anyone that went to touch her, except me, she hasn't burnt me since the day she was born, nearly fourteen years ago.
"Yes father." Little did Jon know, his father would die that night and he nearly watched it happen.
Jonathan woke with a start, shot up and sweaty as he carefully got up and walked to Clary's room, it had been two weeks since fathers death and Clary nor he has spoke of it, he approached the door, carefully slid it open walked over to her bed and slid in, her fire lit up for a split second and then went out as her body cooled to his touch, he wrapped his arm around her small frame and waited for sleep to come.
It never did.
He lie awake next to his sister, just waiting for her to wake and the sun to come out through the trees and window, the beautiful bliss because her window was positioned just right to where it shined enough to warm your body and face but not enough for you to wake up angry because the sun beating down enough to make you sweat. After what seemed like hours he began to get out of bed to start to make breakfast for her when she opened her eyes, sat up, rubbed them and said,
"Jon, will you carry me?" Clary has always been light weight, even at 90 pounds, she is still fairly easy to carry.
"Sure Clary." he went over to her open arms and picked her up, she was very small compared to him, so when he picked her up, she molded right to him, father trained us our whole life and as hard as he did, a little weight helps.
"Clary, what do you want for breakfast?" Clary smiled through her hair and said,
"How about... frosted flakes?" I smiled at her as I sat her in the kitchen table, only now realizing she is only wearing underwear and my button-up.
"I think we can manage, and what's this?" he said pointing to her clothing, she blushed slightly and replied,
"I was pretty tired yesterday..."she trailed of as our maids began waking up, we only had three maids, but they were amazingly nice.
"Mr. Jonathan it is 7, you could let us wake up and make breakfast." I simply replied,
"Thank you Ms. Penhallow, and I go by Mr. Morgenstern, same for my dear sister Clarrisa." Ms. Penhallow nodded and walked past us to start the amazing homemade breakfast, but I could tell Clary wanted cereal still so I said,
"Clarrisa wants cereal, if you wouldn't mind." She said a simple,
"Yes Mr. Morgenstern." I turned to see Clary leaving the room, I went to follow her, I didn't call out, I wanted to know were she was going.
After a while of walking, she turned down the hallway that led to our bedroom's
The Hallway mother died in.
As Clary kept walking, she turned and headed down stairs, were father told us not to go, she turned and I seen she went into a room.
She didn't shut the door, I watched from down the hall as she sat down and began to glow, the fire started up in her, she looked like a dream when at the end of the tunnel, the bright white light and it spread till you were completely blind, that is how it happened, she began to glow and the beautiful white glow grew brighter and brighter and brighter till you were completely lost in the white oblivion.
I just simply watched her glow and glow until, her glow stopped, she let out a puff of air and began to turn around, I had moved to were I was in the middle of the hallway, right by the door frame, I quickly shot behind a plant that was just there. after Clary got to the end of the hall she sighed and said,
"Jonathan, come out." I smiled and stepped into sight, she smiled at me and I grabbed her hand as we walked down the hall and said,
"I have to go change, you go eat breakfast." I nodded and went to the kitchen.
(Clary P.O.V)
I was younger, 7 perhaps, a boy was seen out my window, he looked the age of 12 or a bit older, I seen him and he looked up at me, or past me, his gaze gliding over me, he looked horrified he went to run but he was to late, someone off the side lines pulled a object, at the time I didn't know it was a gun and shot it.
I remember staring, I didn't know why he just lie there as the man looked up at me and smiled, his smile scary and unsettling, and grabbed the boy, striping him off his clothes and began touching his body, everywhere... after a while the man put a part of his body in the boys butt, he rocked back in forth, I had started screaming and banging on the window, and the man smiled even more at me, my father and mother had ran in and grabbed me, my father grimacing and pulling the beautiful curtains to hide the ugly world, I remember crying in my mothers arms as she kept saying to my father,
"She's not burning, she's not burning me, she hasn't exploded yet." I hadn't understood what she meant when she said 'exploded' so I listened in on my mother and father talking.
"She hasn't exploded yet Valentine, isn't that good enough for you, and she hasn't killed anyone yet, but her bond with Jon has grown... fairly large."
"She was made to murder, I didn't mean to do it but she was made to murder and she will kill Jon if we don't kill her first... and we have to get used to it."
"Sure as hell I will!" I heard shuffling, my mother gasp, fighting and then a crack.
"Joce? honey? I'm sorry wake up baby." he repeated it at least 10 times when I heard floorboards and I watched from across the hall as my father dragged a non moving Jocelyn down the stairs, after that I went to follow, when I said quietly.
"Mommy?" after that I heard a gasp and I was being carried backward, my fire began when Jon said,
"Don't you dare burn me." I nodded as I put my head in the crook of my brothers loving neck as he rocked me to sleep.
"Where are you mommy?" I whispered, I remember trying to go down there but Valentine always caught me and said 'It is dangerous down in the dark oblivion' as a joke but I had never laughed, and I know moms still alive down there because once about a year ago, my mother screamed but was cut off swiftly, I knew somehow it was my mother, I just... knew.
I changed into my black lace bra & underwear, I was looking in the mirror, thinking one day a boy will but his hands on me and rid me of my- I caught my hand wondering in my underwear, I couldn't it was not right when anyone- Jon- could walk in while I was pleasuring myself and moaning so loud you could hear me from a mile away, I usually turn on the shower so you can't hear my tiny moans, I had never had any boy to picture but my imaginary boy, or the boy in the forest grown up, but usually the imaginary boy, being tough and harsh with me as I rake my nails down his back-
Damn.
I have to quit that.
I sighed as my southern area nearly throbbed as much as my stomach, I had always imagined, never really trying to get out of here to find a boy to brutally fuck- ugh, I am 15 and I already have sex dreams nearly every night and am trying to plan my future with someone that probably don't exist.
But I will get out off here, I know for a fact I will get out of here- I heard a floorboard and I spun only to see my brother, his went over my body quickly before he looked down and said,
"Breakfast is getting... cold." he said swiftly as he walked out and shut the door, I rolled my eyes but frowned quickly as I realized how bad I was throbbing, I quickly got dressed in white skinny jeans, a pair of black and white low ride converse my dad had got me forever ago that were to big till now, a plain black t shirt with a quote I has always loved in white dusty print, 'I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.' (by: Rabindranath Tagore)
I smiled and pilled my hair into a French braid my mother taught me forever ago, and of coarse a tiny little piece of curl came out, I smiled at my appearance, I didn't look bad even if I haven't brushed my teeth because I have to eat still, I ran down stairs and ate my now soggy frosted flakes and not as cold Sparkling peach water.
How was chapter one? I am already working on chapter two.
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