I have gone against my better judgement and began yet another story, but oh well cuz I want to do this before I forget it. Called THE INSTITUE (wonder where I got that name from) and I'm starting it off mainly in Jace POV cuz I've got real good response from his pov on my other crappy story. Here we go...

"We are here," Maryse said tensely from the driver's seat of the car. I looked curiously out of the window as we drove past a huge gate and down a perfectly manicured lawn and rolled onto a paved courtyard. It was packed with kids. Cars were parked randomly, boots open and suitcases everywhere.

The kids ranged from the young age of nine to eighteen. They were going mental being reunited with their other crazy friends. The car parked in an empty space and I opened the door, with Isabelle following me and Alec dragging behind. We over looked the chaos of the beginning of a new year at the Institute, our first one.

Giggles drew my eyes to a group of girls, all laughing and waving at me. Beside me, Isabelle tutted and rolled her eyes, "You'd think you would be subtle."

She turned and walked over to where our parents were unloading the boot. Alec sighed, "I'm going to hate it here."

"Yes," I agreed, "We've just been cooped up with more nutters. Going to be wonderful. I think you have an admirer." I observed as I saw a tall part Asian guy looking at Alec curiously. The guy had an aurora of glitter and was thin as a twig, numerous belts wrapped around his waist with a punk outfit.

Next to him, his business man dad dropped five bags and two suitcases next to him, placing a hand on his sons shoulder. They talked and the dad, expressionless, jumped into the car and drove away. Glitter guy snapped his fingers, and three younger kids, looking less punk, walked over and dragged his suitcases towards the front steps of the Institute.

I sighed and grabbed my own duffel bag; Isabelle was ignoring Maryse and Robert, and had already walked away, talking with Glitter guy as he walked to the front steps of the Institute. Alec was talking to Robert respectfully. I nodded to Maryse and turned to walk after Isabelle.

Neither of them deserved my regards.

The front doors weren't open yet. Kids were sitting on the tall steps waiting to be let in. These were the kids whose parents had high tailed it out of there as fast as the opportunity was available. Because I was new I didn't know anyone, Isabelle was already falling in next to Glitter guy and all of his buddies, who surprisingly weren't all gothica.

"Hi," someone said to me. I turned, there was a guy there, part Spanish from his tan and accent, "I'm Raphael. You're new aren't you?"

I nodded, "Jace." I nodded to the engraving above the door, "Veritas vos liberabit? The truth will set you free?"

Raphael grinned, "All about acceptance here at the Institute. Here, these are my friends. Sarah, Wretch, Natalia, Derek..." He listed his entire crew, who were lounging peacefully on the steps, their bags next to them. I tuned Raphael out, I would only forget the names if I listened. All in all, it was a group of eight so far.

"Guys, this is Jace." Raphael said.

"Hey new meat," Natalia winked at me, "Jonathan is gunna love you."

"Jonathan?" I asked, settling on the steps with my bag at my feet.

"Yeah he's our sort of leader I guess." Raphael said.

"The most evil out of us all. He's the alpha male, the top cat, the planner, the devastator. He's brilliant." Sarah sighed.

"Yeah, Sarah is in love with him." Wretch said. Wretch was a big guy, muscled and powerful.

"I am." Sarah admitted.

"Who wouldn't be," Natalia snorted, "Jonathan, is the dude."

"He's a bully and a tyrant," An irritable voice said behind me. I turned, it was glitter guy.

"Jace," Isabelle came around him, pulling my phone and wallet out of her bag, "Here's your crap. Magnus said they'll try and take it off you when you go in, so it's pointless-, who is that?"

I turned and watched as a sports car pulled up at the steps, nearly running over fifteen kids in the process. It was followed by a Bentley. A boy got out of the sports car, black eyes and white salt hair. He bent to talk to whoever was in the driver's seat, nodding a couple of times. He slammed the car door shut and frowned at the servants as they poured out of the Bentley and sorted his suitcase out. The sports car was already out of the huge courtyard, brake lights flashing as it sped out of the Institutes grounds.

"Jonathan!" Sarah sang, waving cheerfully.

Jonathan nodded to us all, his eyes lingering on Magnus. He told the servants what to do and then slowly made his way up the steps, more of a stroll than anything. He was dressed in a sharp black suit with a blood red shirt. He managed to pull it off as casual.

"Where's Clary?" Magnus asked as soon as the guy was in ear shot.

"She's gone, you know her. Stole fathers 911, he was furious. His guys are out hunting her. She'll be back soon, I bet." Jonathan looked at Magnus like he was scum, "Go away now, you have what you want."

Magnus left, glaring hatred at Jonathan. Isabelle sighed next to me, "Anyway, hide it well, they have sensors. Have you seen Alec?"

I skimmed over the crowd, seeing his black head at the bottom of the steps. I pointed to him, "All's you have to do is look, Isabelle."

"Why should I when I can make you?" She sang as she skipped down the steps, skirt swishing. A lot of guys turned to watch her prance towards her moody brother.

"She your sister? You don't look like each other." I turned to see that Jonathan had sat next to me, pulling out some gum from a packet.

He held them out towards me, and I took one with a nod, "I'm adopted."

"Well we all know why your messed up," he said it in a passing comment kind of way, but his friends laughed as if it was the funniest thing they had heard, "I'm Jonathan."

"I know, I'm Jace," we shook hands politely.

Then the doors opened and everyone stood, hauling their luggage up the stairs. The courtyard was mainly clear now, but there were a few lonely parents still waving and crying. The Bentley was still at the bottom, with the army of ready servants waiting.

I stood and picked my duffel bag up, "No, no," Jonathan said, "My servants can get that. You're going to be in my room. I have a feeling were going to be very good associates, Jace."

I smirked and nodded, knowing that I had just scored the biggest bully as a best friend. All good to a power hungry teenager.

It was after curfew, we were in the gym and Jonathan and I were fighting. I guess we had one 'failure' in common; we love the adrenaline rush of a close fight. Both of us were superb fighters, Alec had never been one for violence and Izzy didn't like messing her hair up, so I had my own private training, the best guy Maryse and Robert could find. He was brutal.

And I loved it.

Jonathan and I had a break; neither of us had actually beaten each other yet. I was panting, and I walked over to the bench where the others had been watching. They followed Jonathan around obsessively, but were congratulating us both when we sat down.

"You two are like, ninjas or something." Sarah said.

I gulped my protein shake, "Yeah but we aren't Japanese are we?" Jonathan said.

The doors opened then, I half expected it to be a teacher coming to tell us off. I had only been here a week but I knew that most teachers let Jonathan walk all over them. It was Sebastian, he was grinning happily, "Clary's here."

"Finally," Jonathan jumped up, shoving his shirt on, "Jace, hurry up, I want you to meet my sister."

I grabbed my shirt and slipped my trainers on. We all hurried out of the hall, the lights turning off as we left quickly. I pulled my shirt over my head as we walked through the corridors silently.

"You're sister? Isn't she the one who stole your dad's car?" I finally asked to break the oppressing silence.

"Yeah, she hates my father, and does anything to wind him up. She's best friends with Magnus and them lot." Jonathan said.

'Magnus and them lot' was code for the other half of the popularity crew. There were two sides, the cruel side and the 'varied' side. I had found out that Magnus was a bisexual sex addict among other things, and most of his friends were just as bad. There was a fierce rivalry between the two gangs; the only thing that stopped them from going to war was the brotherly sisterly love between the two leaders, Clary and Jonathan.

We were in the entrance hall now. It was dark here, no lights on. At the front doors were a few silhouettes. One of them was Professor Malachi's, he was speaking to her, "Your father was very concerned-,"

"Yeah, for his damn car. I'll tell him where it is eventually Malachi, just not now. Hey, my brothers here, you better piss off before I do something to get him really angry."

Malachi growled but stalked away. As we approached I saw that the other silhouettes were guys in black gear, and I also realised that Clary was a short sexy red head and in cuffs.

Scratch that, she was a short sexy angry red head, "You too, fuck off." She told the guys in gear, "I'm pretty sure my brother can handle me so why don't you take these off."

"Clary, where are your manners?" Jonathan grinned. He was happy to see his sister, that much was clear.

"Don't play John, I am pissed. A week I managed to get away, I thought I was in for a home run before these fuckers trapped me. I've been travelling for the whole day." Clary sighed, "I feel like a mess."

"You look like one to."

"Fuck off!"

"Okay, take them off her. Tell father I'll ring him tomorrow." Jonathan told the guys in gear.

"Sir, your Father has told us not to leave until we find out where she has put his car." He said politely.

Jonathan tensed; I knew what was coming next. There are certain things that Jonathan flips out over for no apparent reason. Sometimes, you could punch him in the face and he'll find it the funniest thing in the world, but then you look at him wrong and he's spitting fire he's so mad.

"Is he here now?" Jonathan dove forward, grabbing the guy's hair in his hand and forcing him to look around, "Can you see my father around now? How about under here? No, he isn't." Jonathan shoved the guy onto the floor, kicking the dude in the gut. He hunched over, gasping, "No, he isn't here is he? You listen to me, you get my sister out of these cuffs right now and I'll get the information for my father. You're useless." He snarled.

When he looked around the cuffs were off Clary and the guys were leaving out of the front door. I was impressed. The guys in gear wouldn't have dared to cross Jonathan, either to keep their jobs or from fear, I was guessing both.

Jonathan walked over to Clary, "So, how have you been?" He asked as if he hadn't just made a huge scene.

"Okay. I need a shower though, who is this?" She gestured to me, looking me up and down.

"I'm Jace."

Clary gasped, "Johnny, he speaks!"

Jonathan laughed, "This is Jace, and he's good. I can't beat him up in any case."

"Impressive." Clary purred, she came towards me, stroking my face, "You're hot."

I grabbed her hand to stop her from sliding her finger tips along my lips, "I know."

Her eyes widened, she looked at Jonathan, who was looking at us amused, "I like him."

"Yeah, so do I. Now off you go. You have a new roommate, it's his sister. Magnus thinks you'll like her. And you're lucky father isn't here to skin you. By the way, what have you done with his car?"

She grinned wide, "Promise you won't say anything?" She waited for his nod, "It's at the bottom of a lake. I just drove it to a lake side, taped a brick down, took the brake off and climbed out. It went peacefully down. I don't know if it got to the other side."

Jonathan shook his head in amusement, "And why did you do that?"

"Not quite sure." She sang, skipping down the hallway, her laugh chimes in the dead hall.

Jonathan and I went back to our room leaving the others behind. Our room was plain and neat but clearly manly. I grabbed some clothes from my dresser and walked into the little bathroom we had. I climbed into the shower turning the water on, closing my eyes. In the darkness, I conjured up the memory of fingertips stroking my face, nearing my lips.

Clary. I shook my head and washed the sweat and knots from my fight with Jonathan away. Once I got out of the shower I dressed in my pyjamas and walked into the bed room. Jonathan was on his laptop, typing away rapidly. I collapsed on my bed across from him.

"Don't mind my sister," Jonathan said absently, "She's manipulative."

"What's her failure?" I asked to make conversation.

"Oh you know the usual. Compulsive, absent minded, has a few delusions."

That wasn't all but I didn't press the matter. I have always known I've had a few of my own failures for ages, but Maryse was never quite brave enough for us to go and see a shrink. Once it was found out how messed up I was, Alec and Isabelle were examined.

We were sat at the dinner room table, Maryse and Robert on one side with Alec, Izzy and I on the other. Alec asked, 'Mum, did she say why? Why are we like this?'

Maryse twisted her hands together, 'No one is quite sure. But Alec, some people are just meant to be different.'

Yeah, because people are meant to be sadistic, I thought sarcastically. I was a firm believer in God, I remember the shrink saying to me, 'God meant for you to be this way. We can help you, but it won't ever truly go away.'

'God meant for this to happen?' I had rebuked, 'Lady, God doesn't care.'

I woke, sunlight was pouring through the window and onto my face. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, Jonathan was still asleep. I looked at the clock, it was half six in the morning. I sighed and dressed, shoving my pyjamas back into the drawer. It was two hours until classes started at nine, but I was restless.

I walked out of the room and wandered about, walking through the huge dining hall. The staff was only just finishing getting ready for breakfast. All of the round tables were covered in clean cloths and forks and spoons rested on artfully folded napkins. As posh as this school is, as much as it covers up that it is where parents send their messed up kids, you can still see it in small details, like the fact the school uses too rounded plastic knives instead of proper ones because it doesn't trust its students with sharp pointy objects.

I wandered through the deserted hall, sunlight pouring through the glass wall as I meandered through the tables. I walked out onto the balcony outside. It was flagged, and after the stone banister was a rock garden, littered with exotic flowers, sloping down onto the well manicured football and rugby fields. I breathed in the beautiful sight. After the football fields were the gardens, and after that the land stopped at a forest but off to the side it dropped down to a huge lake, a mountain rising up after that.

I turned and looked back up to the Institute, "It was a castle, originally at least."

I turned, Clary was there, in a nice light blue summer dress that wasn't at all innocent. It plunged down and stopped mid thigh. She was gorgeous. She hopped onto the stone banister next to me, "A man called Lord Wiltshire owned it. He went crazy and donated it to the organisation of truthful schools. They renamed it the Institute and charged parents eight thousand a year to unburden their kids here." She gave a little laugh, "At least we get a brilliant education. Two years ahead of public school it's that merciless."

"And there is always the renown psychiatrists here," I reminded her.

"Ah yes, brilliant shrinks, top notch."

"It's a beautiful place." I said.

"Come on, I'll take you on a tour of the gardens, you can see it better from there." She grabbed my hand and walked down the stone steps onto the field.

I pulled my hand out of her grip when our feet hit grass, she turned to me and pouted, I laughed, "I don't know what you're up to, but I know you're up to something."

"Then why are you coming along?" She asked, walking backwards. We were walking right across the field. I looked down, my shoes were wet with the dew off the grass, Clary's light brown sandals were almost black they were that wet, her feet must be cold.

"Because I'm curious," I told her.

She laughed and grinned at me, "Ever heard of curiosity killed the cat?"

"Nope. Ever heard of luring a beautiful girl away from safety to have your way with her?" I joked.

Suddenly she crashed into me, her body pressed up against mine. She leant up, "I would love for you to have your way with me. I would let you do anything you want to me, you just have to ask." Her tone was seductive and her breath brushed against the side of my neck. I hardened but didn't back away.

"You have to interest me first honey," I whispered back, she laughed and we broke apart, carrying on walking to the gardens, we were almost there now. I had no idea what they were, the hedges rose to my shoulders and I couldn't see over them yet.

"So, your buddies with my brother," she stated, "I doubt he will get tired of you soon, did you ask him if you could wander off?"

"No, he was still asleep."

"Ah, did you leave a note?"

"No, why would I?"

Clary shrugged, "Most of the boys in my brothers half are obsessed with him. They need him to tell them what to do, where to go, how to act. The only other friend of his that has spoken to me in his presence besides you is Natalia. Besides, that was about how lucky I was to have Jonathan as a brother." She laughed again.

"I'm Jonathan's friend, not his lover."

That made her laugh harder, "Here we are," she chuckled.

We had been walking down path with hedges on either side for a few minutes, but there was a break in the hedges on the left hand side. We walked through the door way and into a wonderful Japanese garden. There was a giant pond with water lilies and such floating on top, a decent water fall flowing into the back of it. The water snaked around in a small stream around the garden, before disappearing under one of the bushes in the direction of the lake. The whole garden was a wonderful burst of vibrant colour and smells, with bees and butterflies fluttering around lazily. There was an apple tree to the side, small meadow underneath it. It was beautiful and dizzying.

"What do you think?" Clary asked.

"It's a lot to take in." I admitted.

"This way," Clary grabbed my hand and tugged me off to the side; a small, almost invisible footpath meandered around the edges of the garden before going above the waterfall. On top of the hill there was another small pool, surprisingly deep. It was clear, and I could see the pipes at the bottom forcing water into the pond.

The hill was higher than the hedges that surrounded us, and I realised that there were four gardens, this was the bottom left corner one. I turned and looked at the castle. It was huge, its steep rooftops were uneven and randomly placed, it had spiralling towers, and the tallest was closest to us, at the back of the whole place, reaching far into the sky. It was at least worth twenty floors.

"It's huge," I commented.

Clary sidled up next to me, "So are you, I felt you earlier, I know you want me."

I rolled my eyes, this girl was stubborn, "It's not necessarily you I want, just the fact you're a girl means that I want you. I could have been thinking about Sarah instead of you."

"Yeah, but you wasn't because Sarah is a tacky slag," Clary swung around in front of me, wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed herself up against me, "Do you think I'm a tacky slag?"

"No, but I think that you're asking for something you can't handle." I told her.

Her eyes widened and she laughed, "Come on, why don't you want me, because I'm Jonathan's sister? Don't worry, I've slept with his friends before and he didn't hurt them, just disowned them."

I looked down at her and raised my eyebrows, "And why are you trying to get your brother to disown me?"

Clary shrugged, "Who says I am?"

"You just did."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did. Clary, back off. You may be a sexual predator but I'm not that desperate." I told her quite plainly.

Clary laughed, "Oh Jace. I'm not a sex addict, that's Magnus. I'm just playing with you." She smiled at me but still backed off. She sighed and sat on the grassy bank of the man made pond. I sat next to her.

She leaned back on her elbows, letting the weak morning sun pour over her, "I love it here. It's what I imagine the red queen's garden to be like in Alice in Wonderland."

"It does have an air on madness to it."

"So, what do you think of the big I so far?" She asked.

"It's very...accommodating." I said, thinking of how easy it if for Jonathan to walk all over the teachers.

"You're thinking of Jonathan getting away with everything? Veritas vos liberabit, Jace. There isn't any point in lying. It just gives the teachers a false sense of security, especially around someone like Jonathan. They know that they are putting their own safety at risk when they try to control Jonathan, so they have to guide him instead. The shrinks guide teachers on how to act with worst case scenarios like dearest Jonathan, a list of what not to do. Jonathan is what you get before you're in a rubber room. Remember that Jace."

I nodded and looked at the sky, my stomach growled, "I'm going to go for breakfast, you coming?"

Clary shook her head, "I like it here."

I stood and brushed the wet grass of the back of my jeans as I headed down the path. Just before I left the garden, I looked back up at Clary. She stood up and pulled her dress over her head, then dove head first into the pond.

This is extremely OOC. Mainly everyone is evil and crazy. I know I know, I am staining your view of TMI characters but sucka's I don't care. ^-^ Still review though!

FW ;{D

P.S. warning for the future, I might, might, do some lemons and change the rating to M. There is a big chance I won't because I ain't wrote about out like that before, but I might, (again, stressing the might) give it a shot :{S