Chapter 2
Clary's POV
I was forcefully thrown into a cold metal chair. My hands quickly got zip tied behind me before i could bash anybodys face in. I hung my head in defeat, my unruly red curls creating a curtain around my head. Dad's gonna be so pissed off when i get home. Oh by the angel, so will Magnus, Raziel help me.
A gang member ripped the bag off my head and i glanced up at Lucian, one of Stephan's minions. He crouched in front of me, getting to my eye level. "I will give you five seconds to start talking, ginger," he held up five fingers. "Really? Wow. The bad guys usually give three seconds. Lucky me," i smirked. He back handed my right cheek. "Hey! I talked before you started counting, you asshole," i spit a mouthful of blood on his face. He fell backward, scrubbing his face with his sleeve. I grinned, feeling more bloody saliva trickle down my chin. This is gonna be fun.
Jace's POV
I stood behind the one way glass, looking at the mystery girl. Lucian took the bag off her head, she looked up in defeat. Something is different about her. "Really? Wow. The bad guys usually give three seconds. Lucky me," her calm voice dripped with sarcasm.
Lucian suddenly back handed her so hard i heard it through the glass. She spat blood onto his face and he fell backward, violently wiping his face. She grinned, making blood escape down her chin into her lap.
She looked up at the glass, seems like she's looking at me, but that's impossible. The grin disappeared the longer she looked in my direction.
Clary's POV
I looked in the mirror in front of me, and was immediately repulsed by what i saw. Dark circles under my eyes, red hair sticking up all over the place, my bottom lip was a bit swollen, and blood on my chin. I wonder if that's one way glass...
I didn't get a chance to consider it more, because Lucian stood back up again. I swung my leg, knocking him off his feet, he smacked his head on the hardwood. He lied there motionless, he's out cold.
Another little bastard came through the metal door with a bang that almost startled me. Sylar put the tip of a blade against my throat. I felt my heartbeat where he lightly pushed on the blade making a bead of scarlet appear.
"What's your name, sweetheart," he drawled. When i didn't answer he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked back, the blade still pressed to my neck.
"Kill me," i dares through clenched teeth.
"Oh! She does talk!"
I stayed silent. He backed up far enough to where the knife was away from my neck.
"Oh no, doll face, you were doing fine!" The false happiness in his voice was so annoying.
"I have an idea. Let me go. I think that's a GRAND idea," i used the same false happiness he did.
"Ha! I can't do that, hun. Two reasons. One: you were in our ceiling. Two: i can't let a pretty thing like you go free." He came closer to me...