Chapter Two:

Jace POV:

I was startled away around 4 in the morning. So was Clary. We were being attacked by demons. They somehow got into the institute and we were in danger. Soon everyone was awake getting prepared for battle. We all made our way down to the first floor. There was an army. We were outnumbered two to one. This was going to be a hard fight.

"Be careful. I love you." I kissed Clary on the lips and we parted ways.

"I love you too." And with that she was gone.

We were fighting for about 25 minutes and we weren't catching a break. There were so many of them. Another half an hour and there was a silence in the room that made my skin crawl.

"We only want the girl, Clarissa Fairchild. If you hand her over none of you will be harmed." One of the demons spoke.

"Never. You will not take her." I yelled back. Clary was nowhere in my line of vision.

"Suit yourselves." The demons started to attack once again.

"STOP!" We hear Clary yell from the other side of the room.

"Clary, don't." Izzy hissed.

"I need to protect you. This is about me. Not you." She stepped forward and so did the rest of us. She began to draw a rune. One that we've never seen before.

"I'm so sorry." And with that we were stuck. We couldn't move and there was a shield around us. Everything was faded and I could see Clary. She mouthed 'I love you.' And she was gone.

"Damnit!" I screamed. As soon as she was gone we were unstuck and the shield was gone.

"She seriously has a death wish." Izzy said and I wanted to rip her head off. Clary was missing, and the only thing that could be certain is that Valentine has her. If we don't find her soon, it could be too late.

Time Jump-A Week Later

Clary POV:

It's been a week since I've gotten here, although I'm not really sure where here is. I've been chained to a wall, allowed very little food, and when they want answers I get tortured. I'd rather die than let them win.

"Clarissa darling. I have a few more questions for you." Valentine entered my room with a smug grin on his face.

"You can do this all you want, I won't tell you anything."

"Is that any way to speak to your father my dear Clarissa?" He walked closer to me and stroked the side of my face.

"You are not my father." I hissed through my teeth.

"Guards, bring her to the dungeon." And with that, my hands were ripped from the wall, a piece of cloth was pressed hard against my mouth and nose, before I passed out I was thrown over someone's shoulder.

I woke up chained to another wall. This was the torture chamber Valentine had built for me. It smelled like death, and had rodents running around. I have been water boarded, electrocuted, stabbed, and burned, but I will not give him any information that will help him win this war.

"My dear dear Clarissa, haven't you had enough? I can only inflict so much pain until I kill you." He grabbed what I assume was a needle. This wasn't going to be good.

"I will never tell you anything." I hissed. He walked closer to me. He held the needled to my thigh.

"Are you sure?" I nodded, and the needle went inside my thigh and a liquid was injected.

"What is that?" And as soon as he pulled the needle out I got this sort of high.

"Heroin. Maybe this will loosen your tongue." He had kept me in this chamber for a week injecting me with heroin until I got addicted, but I wouldn't let anything slip and it made him mad. He began to slap, punch kick, anything that would get me to talk.

Eventually he put me back into my 'room' and let me think about my actions. It was in the middle of the night when I heard someone enter my 'room' I woke up in a panic. It was a guard. He had been with me from the beginning, and he handed me a box, and unchained me. When he left I opened it, it was a stele. Immediately I imagined myself in Jace's room and made a portal. After a stepped through it I blacked out.

Jace POV:

It's been two weeks since Clary went missing, and I was going crazy trying to find her. I have spent all my time either training or with Magnus trying to track her. It had been a long two weeks and I haven't been sleeping much. It was an ordinary night, it was around 3 am and I was staring at the ceiling trying to think of a new way to find Clary. The next thing I see is a bright light, followed by a thud. I look at the floor, and its Clary. Bloody, and unconscious.

"Clary?! Can you hear me? Come on Clary wake up." I picked her up and put her on my bed. She had lashes and cuts and burn marks all over her body. "Please Clary, wake up." I pulled my phone out and called Alec. Before I knew it Alec and Magnus were in my room, Izzy not to far behind.

"How did she get here?" Alec asked

"She portaled here. I was just laying in bed and the next thing I knew she was laying on the floor."

"Okay, we need to get her to the infirmary. Quick." I picked up Clary and made our way down, I put her on the bed and let Magnus do his magic. After about an hour, Magnus had come out.

"She's very weak but she's asking for you Jace." I walked into the infirmary and there she was. Laying on one of the beds with scars, burns, and bruises covering her body.

"Clary?" She turns her head and gives me a small smile. "Are you okay?"

"Not at all, but I'm so glad to be back." I helped her sit up and sat at the bottom of the bed.

"What the hell happened to you Clary?" She looked down at her hands and started fidgeting with the sheet.

"Do you mind if I wait until everyone is in the same room? I don't want to have to explain it more than once." I got up and kissed the top of her head. I went and retrieved the others. They all crowded around her bed, and I took my place next to her.

"After I had gone with them I ended up in this room. I was chained to the wall. Valentine came in to ask me questions. After a few hours he realized that he wasn't going to get any answers out of me. He came back maybe a day later. He asked me if I was willing to cooperate, and I spit in his face, which he didn't like." She laughed, but she knew that it wasn't funny. "He had one of his guards cover my mouth and nose with a cloth until I passed out. I woke up chained to a different wall. I was in his torture chamber. The first week was brutal. He did everything to try and get me to talk. He water boarded me, electrocuted me, burned me, and stabbed me. I refused to talk." I was so proud of her for standing her ground. "Somehow I got back to my other room. He let me rest for a day until he came back to ask more questions. Same thing happened, my mouth and nose were covered until I passed out; I was back in his torture chamber when I woke up. This time he decided that he was going to utilize another method. He picked up a giant needle and held it against my thigh. When I refused to talk he injected the contents of the needle into my thigh. It was heroin. He was planning on getting me addicted to drugs so I would talk. After a week of being injected I still wouldn't talk. He slapped me, kicked me, and punched me. He threw me back into my room. The next thing I know a guard is entering. He unchained me, gave me this stele and left so I portaled to Jace's room." By the time she was done we were all in shock.

"Oh god Clary, we are so sorry." Izzy said. She leaned down and gave her a hug. After she was done talking everyone left. She needed to rest.

"Jace, do I have to stay in here tonight? I'm really scared." I leaned over to her and kissed her forehead.

"I'll stay with you if you want me too."

"I want to sleep in your room. It's familiar and calming." I smiled and nodded. I bent down and picked her up bridal style. I made my way to my room. When I got there I placed her on the bed gently. I laid down next to her, she curled up to my side and was asleep almost immediately.

The next day I woke up and she was still sleeping. I slowly got out of bed and made my way down to the kitchen. I knew she probably hasn't eaten in awhile so I grab her some toast and water. When I got back to my room she began to stir.

"Good morning beautiful." I said and she scoffed.

"Look at me Jace, he destroyed me. I'm not beautiful, I'm horrifying." I put the toast and water on the bedside table. I put my fingers under her chin and lifted her head up until her eyes met mine.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met Clary, and nothing is going to change that." I kissed her, and man did it feel good to have her back. "I brought you some toast and water, I didn't know when the last time you ate anything was, so I figured I'd start bland."

"It's been about two weeks since I had food." She picked up the piece of toast and ate it. "Thank you."

"Anything else you need from me?" I asked as I removed the plate from her lap.

"Yea, I'd love a shower, but I don't think I can take one on my own. Would you help?" I could tell she was embarrassed to ask, but I would do anything for her.

"Absolutely. Lets get you to the bathroom." I helped her out of bed and led her to the bathroom. I removed her shirt, and the rest of her clothes. She had burn marks and bruised, and cuts all over her. My poor Clary had been tortured and I couldn't help. We both got in the shower. When the hot water hit her skin she winced, I knew it had to be uncomfortable. I washed her hair and her body for her, and before I knew it she was all clean. I kissed her slowly and let the water hit us for a couple minutes. When I pulled back I could see she was fatigued. I turned the water off and we got out of the shower. She pulled a towel around her body and began to dry off. I led her back to my bed where she took a seat. I helped her get dressed and she soon slipped off into a deep sleep. I let her sleep while I made my way back to the kitchen.

"Hey, how's Clary doing?" Alec and Izzy ask at the same time.

"She's a mess. She ate a piece of toast this morning, along with a glass of water. We took a shower and it knocked her out. She's sleeping again." I answered, I should have been less specific.

"You BOTH took a shower?" Izzy asked wide eyed.

"Yea, she couldn't stand by herself so I helped her out."

"You better not have taken advantage of that opportunity." Alec said.

"Chill guys, I just helped her wash her hair and her body. I'm not that much of an asshole, at least not to Clary." Which was true, I was cold and hard to the rest of the world but with Clary I was gentle and nice. She brought out the best in me.