Jace was running when he heard Clary's screams. He tried to decipher the
direction in which they originated. They were coming from the broken down office
building to his left. He ran with all his might, his legs straining from the speed in which
he was going. Reaching his destination, Jace franticly climbed the rust rotten stairs to the
third floor of the structure where he had heard Clary's cries for help. When he entered the
room, he saw her pale form laying carelessly on the wooden floor, her flame red hair
scattered in tangles about her head.
"No!" Jace's anguished cry echoed off the dust covered walls. As he drew closer
he saw that a charcoal black sword that had been jammed through her chest.
"Oh, Clary," he whispered brokenly, his voice cracking from the sobs forming in
his throat. Kneeling down Jace enveloped Clary in his arms.
"Please Clary, don't leave me! I need you! Please, please wake up," Jace sobbed,
shaking the fragile form in his arms. Clary did not move.
"Please, I love you," he murmured in her ear desperately trying to get her to hear
his pleas. His sobs turned to screams of rage. Clary was gone, his Clary was gone.
His eyes fell upon the murderous weapon that he knew all too well. Jace gently
placed Clary's lifeless form on the floor. He brought his lips to hers and kissed them.
"I am so sorry. Please forgive me for not protecting you." Tears pooled in his
glazed eyes as he wrapped his calloused hands around the dagger and pulled it from her
heart. Holding the bloody blade he said
"Clare, I will find him and do to him as he has done to you, my love." Shaking he
stood to his feet and thrust the sword towards the sky and screamed with his voice full of
hatred, "Valentine!"