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Jace's POV

Jace threw his weight against the door. It has to open this time he thought. Each blow he gave the door seemed to add more fear in his heart. He had never felt so paralyzingly scared before. Not when he was locked in the Silent City and not even when he had faced aragmon. Though one could argue this was similar to that. But the difference between these two occasions was so vast that it was comical that one would even be so bold as to suggest that they were alike. The difference was excruciatingly large, and the reason Jace put all his force into his shoulder as in collided with the door, only to bounce off it again, his shoulder screaming in agony.

Jace swore. If only he could break down doors and blow apart walls with runes like Clary. Her name burned his heart as he thought it. What good was being able to jump thirty feet in the air if all you needed was to get through a door.

"Think Jace, think!" Jace muttered under his breath, he needed to think. He had lived in the institute for nearly half his life, why could he not think of another way into the weapons room.

Desperate Jace grabbed the potted fern that sat across the wall and threw it against the door. The door dented pushing inward and warping slightly off the door frame. Perfect Jace thought. Then taking a deep breath he ran straight for the door and this time felt his shoulder break and the door give way.

Using the pain to help him think he quickly slid sideways from the doorway because he knew they would hear the door being blown open. Come to think of it they had probably heard all his attempts. This was going to be very difficult, more difficult than even he had considered.

But none of that seemed to matter. What mattered was the petit redhead, Clary. He couldn't erase the look on her face as his father grabbed her. He could hear her voice as she yelled his name. He could feel his heart still breaking each time he thought how unlikely it was that she was even alive at this point.

He grabbed four seraph blades as he passed the shelf and slipped silently around the corner to another row of shelves. Even in the dark he knew exactly where he was going. He had to make it to the back corner. He knew that's where Valentine would be. It was the most defensible area of the room. Though he had to admit that in a room full of weapons, almost any part could become defensible.

He rounded the far end of the row he had been walking down and could see the eerie glow of witchlight penetrating the dark in the back corner of the room. He was glad for a moment that he could think like his father and predict what his course of action would be.

Jace sprinted down the length of the room, passing countless rows of weaponry. Each step seemed to make the terror build cutting off his breath, the feeling in his body and his rational thinking. He was sinking into the warrior, the Jace he became as he sized up an enemy the Jace that the adrenaline brought out. But he couldn't completely push away the doubt, couldn't push away the memory of the false Clary falling into him and dying in his arms. "That won't happen again." He thought desperately trying to convince himself. But he couldn't really push any of that away at all.

He jumped the low pile of weapons, gear and shelves that he suspected had been hastily thrown together as a barricade.

However, once inside the circle the witchlight was brighter than he had thought and his eyes burned, he also saw that his father had had time to summon quite a few demons to him.

But none of that concerned Jace as he saw his father leaning against the wall as though watching a baseball game he didn't care the outcome of. Jace ran over to him pulling two of the blades from his belt as he hurtled one raum demon and stabbing another bird-like demon and he raced by. He skidded to a halt in front of his father raising the blades to his throat.

"Where is she you bastard"

"That took you longer than I thought it would Jonathan, I'm disappointed."

"Where Is She?" Jace spat through his teeth

"It's almost like you really don't care what happens to Clarissa at all." Jace couldn't think he just stared at his father, his eyes glinting in the witchlight. "I'm afraid you missed her, Jonathan, I had my forsaken take her through a portal to Idris."

"You lie."

"If there was one person I don't think I could lie to it would be you, Jonathan. You know me well enough to see through what most don't. That's why I liked you. That's why I'm going to offer you a deal."

"I'm not here to negotiate. And I'm the one with a blade to your throat so you may want to factor that into whatever deal you think you're going to make."

"Yes Jonathan. But I also can kill you perhaps better than with a blade with something in My possession."

"Where is she?"

"She's dead."

Jace spun and grabbed a shield from where it lay beside him and smashed it into Valentine's skull. The man crumpled to the floor.

"You should have just answered my question." He told the man's unconscious body.

Jace grabbed the witch light off the ground and threw a seraph blade deep into the heart of a drevak demon. He knew they would probably attack him now that Valentine was not in immediate danger. He then turned and jumped the barricade. Running the length of the room he stopped at the closet off the east wall of the room. He wrenched the door open. The movement suddenly bringing his broken shoulder back to his attention. Wincing he shined the witchlight into the closet.

He quickly inventoried the supplies. He dropped the witchlight. There were no demons in the closet and he knew where everything was kept. He would take a few things before heading to Magnus's for a portal.

Suddenly his foot landed on a puddle of liquid and his legs slipped out from under him. Cursing he pulled another seraph blade out of his belt, not knowing if another demon had followed him in. That seemed unlikely, they weren't that smart. But he also was counting on the light from the blade to tell him what he had slipped on.

In the glow of the seraph blade he could tell that it was blood. The panic enveloped him again. He spun on the spot and saw crumpled against the wall was a mass of something. Perhaps someone was injured. But as he got closer he recognized the red hair. Relief and horror washed over him so powerfully that he was brought to his knees as he moved to the girl in the corner. The turned her limp body over as he checked for her pulse. He hand gently running up and down her neck. Praying to the God he never believed in to let him be lucky this once. Finally he located a movement so small he hadn't noticed it the first time in her throat. She was alive. He felt tears falling down his cheeks as he cradled the body of his sister into his chest. The body of the love of his life, the body of the reason for his life.

Knowing she was badly injured and in need of Magnus's healing abilities he scooped her small body into his arms and ran for the door he had broken down what seemed like so long ago.

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