D's POV
Just another whip hits me. Then my twin brother. The man, our father, leaves I look next to me at my brother. My father is more harsh on my brother than he is on me. Blood is dripping from my brothers arms. His golden eyes were in pain. The tan skin covered in blood and the golden hair all messed up.
"You okay D?" he asks me even though his was worst than mine I could handle more I guess Valentine just liked me best on this side of the lot.
This lot had two houses we were house one we felt like he liked the other house, house two, better. He always talked about them like they were all that. We knew that the other house held twins that were also under experimentation.
"Yeah I am fine Jace. How about you?" I ask. He would lie to me I knew he would. We didn't know what we looked like so we walked over to the mirror.
We were both three quarters angel. We looked exactly alike beside our eye color (and hair length). I looked up at the mirror to see my crimson eyes stare back. My tan skin was slightly less covered in blood than Jace's. My long golden hair was a wreck.
Jace and I act a lot alike there was four differences in our behavior. Jace was a little bit stronger than me and I was faster. I had 'special power' you could call it that made me see little red targets from my right eye. And the secret I didn't even tell Jace. I was telepathic with someone.
I look up at the mirror again and I feel a pang of jealousy because the other house doesn't get treated like this. The other house isn't whipped until they bleed. They have it fabulous. Valentine loves them because they are like him.
"Yeah I am great," Jace responded. It took me a while to figure out that he was answering my question about him being okay.
Back to the other house, Valentine sleeps there. He does most things there the only nice thing he does with us is training and the meal we have with him is lunch.
A couple of hours later the sun was going down so Jace and I went into our rooms that are connected. Jace hugs me goodnight and I go in my bedroom.
The girls thoughts come in my mind, blood, terror, 'accident'. Then after a while we both go to sleep and dream separate dreams.
I am going to now properly introduced myself. My name is D and I have one fear. Well for right now you don't get to know it. But basic facts about me. I am jealous of house two. I am three quarters angel and I don't really want to be in this house. Yeah that about sums me up.
In the morning hours where Valentine usually came it was quite. He didn't come. Jace and I packed our bags up and ran out the door to never look back. We ran and ran we didn't care about the Morgensterns. We were Herondales now. Jace said we should buy a house with the money we stole from the house. So we did. It was a small shadowhunter house with two bedrooms.
We were free.

Rogue POV

The match came down on my back. I held back a scream. If I made a noise, it would get worse. Jonathan got a whip. Valentine, our beloved father, glared at us and left the room. I went to look at myself in the mirror. So many scars ran down my back, so many bruises, so many burns, so many lashes. Jonathan and I are twins. We are both 6'1 and have pale skin. Freckles dot our noses and we both have white hair. Jon has black eyes, while I have a harsh turquoise. We are both 3/4 demon, 1/8 angel and the rest human. We both thrive at night. I am faster than Jonathan and can sense anyone's fear. I can also use that against them by torturing them with images in their mind, but it weakens me. The only thing I haven't told Jon is...
I am telepathic with the one person I hate most. So basically Valentine "experimented" on us, his children and the Herondales. Except Father loves them because they are 3/4 angel. They think he favorites us, but we get WAY worse beatings.
"Rouge! I had to call your name so many times. Wanna go to the creek?" Jonathan asks hopefully.
"Sure, let me shower and get into gear." I say.
I shower quickly and throw on gear. I put my hair into a fishtail, when I hear a slight knock on my room. Jon opens the door with my bow and his sword.
"Something has happened to Father."
I nod, unable to speak. Ok. Calm yourself. I walk to my father's office, knock, and pushed the door open. I saw father on the ground looking terribly green.
His dying words were "I loved you. And I have been poisoned. To love is too destroy. Take care of your brother. Let the Herondales go. Live your life like you would if I was here."
One tear escaped my eyes as he died in my arms. I looked behind me to find Jonathan, just like me, tears rolling down his cheeks, hopeless expression on his face.
HELP! I yelled in my mind to D. SOMETHING HAPPENED. ACCIDENT.
That was all I got in before I blacked out.