I absolutely loved this series, and some ff stories about it! So much so, that I decided to write my own. Hope y'all like… :)
She walked into the cold, dreary prison lobby. She had no idea where she needed to go, or what she needed to do; so she looked around.
"Listen, Isabelle, I…" she overheard someone on the phone. When she looked in his direction, she saw a very attractive man. He was tall, with light blonde hair, and, though his back was to her, Clary could tell he worked out often. He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans. And it all fit him very, very well.
"Isabelle, I know…I can't keep doing this…I…" he was running a frustrated hand through his hair. It was obvious the person on the other side of the line had resolve.
If only she could too.
"Damnit, Isabelle! I didn't start this one! It wasn't even my fault this time…"
"Fine!" he swore as he hung up the phone, and suddenly, a woman behind the desk to the left that Clary hadn't noticed before, piped up.
"Hey! Keep your damn voice down!"
The blonde haired man turned and glared at her, but didn't say anything as he sat back down and an officer came from the hallway to the left to supervise him – Clary guessed.
Clary turned back to the lady at the desk. She looked strong, tough, rigid…Clary supposed that those were qualities you needed to be working here.
"Hi…" she began, walking up to the desk.
"Yes, dear, how many I help you?" the lady said coldly. Her nametag read Dorthea.
"Um…I got a call from my brother saying he's supposed to be here…"
"Name?" she looked at her expectantly as she put her hands on the keyboard in front of her.
"Jonathan Morgenstern."
"Ah, yes…he is in here…" the woman eyed Clary suspiciously, sending one eyebrow flying up before continuing, "Do you have an appointment to visit him?"
Clary shook her head, "No, I'm here to get him out."
Dorothea cocked her head, and raised an eyebrow, "You do know he's in under a fifteen-thousand-dollar bond, right?"
Clary nodded, "Yes, that's what he told me. I have all the money…"
"Oh, yeah? And where did a young girl like you get that kind of money?"
"I…I earned it." She replied wearily.
Suddenly, she heard some sort of growling coming from across the room, "Oh, I'm sure you did."
When she turned, she saw the blonde-haired man smirking at her.
She was suddenly extremely uncomfortable.
"Do you have I.D.?" the woman asked Clary as both of them ignored the man.
Clary nodded and dug in her pocket, pulling out her license, and handing it to the lady.
"This says that you're over eighteen, but you don't look it." The lady eyed her up and down – from what she could see of Clary over the desk.
"Wait, you're legal?" the blonde-haired man called again from over in his seat.
"Get him out of here!" the lady behind the desk shouted.
Clary watched, yet again, as the officer that was previously standing beside the man, yanked him up by the arm.
"Whoa, officer, forceful, aren't we?"
The officer gave no response, just began half dragging, half escorting the man down the hallway.
Just as Clary turned back to the woman, though, ear-piercing alarms sounded throughout the building, gates started coming down on the windows, and some of the doors…
And worse yet, there was a man in a jumpsuit, running down the hallway from Clary's left, carrying a gun.
It was pointed directly at Clary.
"Get down!" The woman behind the desk yelled, but Clary was frozen. She couldn't believe this was happening. All she wanted to do was trade the money for her brother and get the hell out of here.
And now it looked like that was going to cost her life.
Before the man shot her, though, he supposed the guard behind the desk was more of a threat, so he put a bullet into her head.
Clary's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the blood splatter all over the side of her face, and when she opened her eyes again, she barely caught a glimpse of the gun aimed at her before she felt a huge weight hit her back and she hit the ground with a thud, painfully.
Suddenly, someone was sitting so close to her that they were almost on top of her. Belatedly she opened her eyes again at the chaos before her.
She heard another shot, but didn't feel anything.
"Hey, hey, hey…we're not going to get in your way. We're not armed…just…walk down the hallway and we'll leave. You have my word."
Then, with a flipping of her stomach, she realized the guy who was almost sitting on top of her, who had just saved her from taking a bullet, who was now arguing for both of their lives; was the blonde haired man who was being escorted down the hallway.
She trained her eyes back onto the gunman, who was simply standing over the guy. He wasn't moving, and he wasn't saying anything.
"Look, I want out of here too. Just…just, please…let us go." The man yelled.
The man in the jumpsuit eyed them up once more before replying "Get outta here. Y'all ain't worth the bullets." And he began walking away.
The blonde-haired man immediately stood up and offered Clary his hand.
"Come on! Let's get out of here!" he yelled.
Clary grabbed his hand gratefully, "What's going on?!" They had to scream over the alarms and sirens.
"Sounds like a prison break! Let's go! It's this way!" Not letting go of Clary's hand, he led her to the door that she had just come through. She barely got a glimpse at the fallen officer in the doorway. She didn't remember hearing another shot after the man had saved her…
"Wait!" she suddenly remembered, pulling the man backwards.
"What the hell are you doing?!" the man yelled at her, turning around angrily. "We need to go if we intend to make it out of here alive!"
"Not without my brother!" She ran back over to the desk to get the envelope of money.
"Your brother will be fine! He's probably already out!"
"How do you know that?!"
"I don't! But I do know that he wouldn't want you risking your life in a situation like this when you had the opportunity to get out!"
"But…" Clary trailed off as she let the man half escort, half drag her out of the lobby.
"Put the money away." The man said over his shoulder, and she quickly stuffed the envelope of money back into her pocket.
When they finally arrived at the door of the hallway leading to the lobby, the man stopped dead in his tracks. "Shit." He muttered.
"What?" Clary asked, barely stopping herself from running into his back. And, judging from the outlines of muscles pulsing from his shirt, it might have hurt.
"We're trapped." The man stated plainly. Clary took the opportunity to follow the man's gaze out the window. There weren't any bars on the window or the door, but there were more men in jumpsuits – prisoners – out in the parking lot; obviously making sure no one escaped.
"Do you know another way out?" Clary asked, hopeful, but the man just shook his head.
"I wasn't in the best state when I was brought here. I only know of this way because I've been watching people come and go all morning."
Clary turned around, "Well, we have to go back…" she trailed off as he grabbed her arm.
"We can't. We'll likely be shot."
"Well, if we just stay here, we're sitting ducks."
The guy cringed, and Clary furrowed her eyebrows.
"I'm Clary, by the way."
"Do you always give strangers your name?" the guy smirked.
"Well, considering we're about to die, I suppose it can't hurt, right?"
"Jace." The man replied with a slight smile playing at his lips.
"What?" Clary asked him.
"Jace. My name is Jace." The man repeated.
"So nice to meet you, Jace. I just wish it were under different circumstances." Clary said, as she turned her attention back down the hallway to the lobby.
Jace nodded, "Yeah, a bedroom would've been so much better."
Clary's jaw dropped and she felt her face heating up.
Did he really just say that? Wait, judging by the smirk on his face…he definitely did.
"Come on, like you said before, we have to move."
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as he followed her, and she had a feeling he was staring at her backside as they walked. She inwardly groaned, rolling her eyes. They both came to a stop as they were at the entrance of the lobby.
The coast was, amazingly, clear, and they ran into the lobby, and down the hallway where the gunman had come from.
"This place is like a maze…" Clary commented as they rounded corners and went down more hallways. They had even seen some cells…that, unfortunately, were empty.
"Well, yeah, a prison isn't exactly supposed to be easy to get out of." Jace retorted and Clary glared at him.
As they continued going in what Clary swore were circles, Jace suddenly grabbed Clary by the arm and swung her behind the corner they had just come from.
"What are you…" before she could get the sentence out, he put a hand over her mouth and shielded her body away from the oncoming footsteps that could now be heard.
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