Summary: The story is in a different setting. Valentine, Jocelyn, Jonathan and Clary are living together, but their personalities haven't changed. So, Jocelyn and Clary escapes from Valentine and Jonathan. They seek help from the New York Institute, with the help of the Lightwoods. But Valentine isn't weak enough to let them simply go away. He, with Jonathan, won't let them go back without learning a lesson.

Take Me Away

Chapter 1 – Escape

Missing as in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared.

Jace Herondale, City of Bones

The clock struck midnight, yet Clarissa Morgenstern is still afraid to sleep, fearing that his psychotic brother, Jonathan would attack her at a time like this.

Jocelyn was out, saying that she's off to talking to Luke Graymark, her best friend. Valentine is also out, saying that there are important things that he needs to take care of. That leaves Clary and his brother, alone in the house.

The person that Clary had feared the most was Jonathan Morgenstern. He tends to be sweet, at times, but psychotic mostly. Jonathan had made her done things that were just beyond cruel. All Clary wants was to escape this hellhole, just to live very far away from his brother. She tried. She tried it with her mother, but Valentine immediately caught them in act. Ever since then, Valentine's surveillance had been stricter than ever.

Clack. Clack.

Clary hugged her blanket tighter, when she heard someone's footsteps just beyond her door. She's weighing the decisions on whether to pretend sleeping or hide in her closet. She's staring at the mahogany doors, itching for action when the time Jonathan enters her room and does the things he had done over and over again.

"Damn it, Clary... think! What the hell should you do..." Clary muttered under her breath. She made up her decision and soundlessly tiptoed to her closet. When she was about to open it, the mahogany doors opened wide and light streamed on her room.

"Going somewhere, sis?" Jonathan Morgenstern said, leaning on the door frame with a smirk planted on his face.

Clary inhaled deeply before slowly turning to his brother.

"Is there anything you want?" Clary said, trying to be polite as ever. Being whiny is the last thing she would do, she learned her lesson in the past already.

Jonathan walked slowly towards her. Clary hesitated on whether to remain in her place or back down due to her fear of him. She didn't choose the latter and remained on her position.

Her brother took her arm then, and caress at the parts where veins are clearly visible like tree roots. His touch felt like ice; pricking her very skin.

"You know what I want..." he muttered, not taking his eyes away from Clary's arm.

"I don't want to." Clary muttered.

"Did you say something?" he said, his voice showing a tad of anger.

"It hurted..." Clary said, making her voice louder.

At this, Jonathan took Clary's arm in a vicelike grip. Clary gasped, and Jonathan laughed.

"Come on, sis. We've done this for what? Three years! Didn't you get used to it?" Jonathan purred, at this, Clary could not maintain holding back anymore.

"You and your stupid games! If you're feeling emotional then cut yourself! Don't cut your little sister's arm, older brother!" Clary retorted, her voice full of contempt. She tried taking back her hand but Jonathan held on to it firmer.

"You see, my dear sister, my life is more important than yours. If you hadn't just sided with our dear mother in trying to escape from our father and me, you wouldn't be made my play thing." He said, his voice turning dangerously cold, all the while squeezing her hand so hard that her recently healed wounds are threatening to pop open again. She gasped at the pain, and shouted, "Let go of me!"

He pinned her down on her bed with his body and let his free hand took a knife from his shirt pocket.

"Just a little, dear sis. I promise, it won't hurt." He purred and slowly turned the knife towards her wrist.

"No please don't! No! No! No! No! Stop!" she shouted. She was panic-stricken, and all she cared about at the moment is for him not to add anymore wounds at her wrist.

Then suddenly, a blinding light filled the room. Clary closed her eyes to avoid the light to blind her. She heard his brother let out a scream of agony and after wards, she no longer felt the pressure of his hand on hers. She heard a soft 'thump' at her side then. Clary slowly opened her eyes, and let it adjust to the sudden darkness. Slowly, a form resurfaced in front of her.

It was her mother.

"Clary, get up, faster. Time is short, we're getting away from this place."

Six hours after...

The moment Valentine Morgenstern is back, he saw his house in complete disarray. Walls were splattered with blood, the velvety sofa cut open with the cotton hanging out and floors filled with dirt.

His face contorted to that of anger and he raced towards his son's bed room.

"Jonathan! Come out!" he yelled, for he didn't see his son at his room.

Jonathan emerged from his back, and said "I'm here."

"What the hell happened in here!" Valentine said furiously.

"Hell knows. Someone nearly cracked my skull and I blacked out. Afterwards Clary and Jocelyn is gone." Jonathan replied, his voice filled with anger towards his mother. He never called Jocelyn as 'mother' since in his whole life; she never acted like one towards him.

"The blood on the walls... is it theirs?" Valentine said, trying to keep his self calm.

"No, I checked on it. But I think they escaped, leaving the house in a complete disarray to give an impression that they were killed and their bodies taken away." Jonathan said, and smirked.

Valentine turned toward his son, with an expression of persistence.

"Bring them back." Valentine ordered.

At this, Jonathan's smirk deepened.

"I'm working on it. And I assure you, they aren't coming back without learning a lesson..."

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The carriage had been running for six hours since then, with Jocelyn Morgenstern running it. Inside was Clary, sleeping on the clothes she wore since six hours ago. She didn't have time to change, and she was so excited in getting out of the Morgenstern's mansion. The moment she entered the carriage, she went to sleep, dreaming about wonderful things.

Jocelyn was heading the carriage to the nearest place where she knows a portal exists. In there, she and Clary would teleport and live in New York, or anywhere, just far away from Idris, far away from her nightmare of a father and brother.

The carriage hit with a clang as it stopped on its tracks. Jocelyn went down the horses and got inside the carriage to wake Clary up.

"Clary, wake up. We're here." Jocelyn whispered as she gently patted her shoulders to wake her up.

Clary woke with a start, as if thinking that she saw a ghost and immediately eased down. She looked out the window and saw nothing. Her eyes went a little hazy and the 'nothingness' turned into a cottage.

Glamour... she thought. The house is covered in glamour.

Clary went after her mother who's currently knocking on the oak doors of the cottage. They waited for a few seconds, and the door went ajar. Between the narrow gap of the doors, someone peeked outside.

"Ragnor Fell... it's me, Jocelyn. We're here to borrow your portal." Jocelyn said, relaxing as she mentioned the person- , no, the warlock in question's name.

Ragnor looked calculating for a moment before saying, "I see. Welcome, Jocelyn. Come in." and opened the doors wide enough for the both of them.

Jocelyn went in, Clary following behind her. Ragnor had led them to a secret trap door, and slammed it shut before turning on the lights. The room was bare, full of cobwebs and old, unused things. But the most absurd of it all is there was a curtain, displayed as if covering a window. An underground window? Clary thought. Warlocks sure have weird tastes.

Ragnor went towards the curtains and drew it back. Beyond the curtain was the portal. Ragnor turned towards them and said, "Where would you go?"

"We would like to keep that as a secret, Ragnor." Jocelyn replied.

"Don't you trust me?" Ragnor said with mocking disappointment.

"It's not like that..."

"Yes, I understand. Go where you desire, before they catch up."

Jocelyn nodded and added, "Thanks." Before signalling Clary to get herself ready.

"Ready?"

"I've been my whole life."

And they stepped inside the portal.

The first thing Clary saw was a church. An old, abandoned church and nothing else. Clary panicked for she thought that there might have been an error, but slowly, the glamour started to peel when she unfocused her eyes.

"We're here," Jocelyn finally said. "At the New York Institute."

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A/N: Okay, so finally I posted this. I had this idea after fangirling over Jonathan's sadism. I know I'm weird, but this story won't be. Anyways, what will happen next, I think? Of course it will be Clary and Jace's first encounter! And you wouldn't want to miss that... anyways, rate and review!