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Chapter songs- the Spirit of Man by Jeff Wayne (War of the Worlds), 21 Guns by Green Day

I wish I could see. I wish I could see my captor, so that I could look them in the eye and spit in their face. But I can't see. I'm so weak I can barely move; I can barely make a sound, just clinging on to consciousness.

My prison is home now, and has been for so many years. Time doesn't run true here- I have no clue how long I've been down here. I remember when I was captured, and I remember the demons that overpowered my already damaged body and dragged me down into this cold, dark, and dank hole.

I remember every torturous moment since I was caught. I remember silver being poured into my eyes, blinding me. I can barely make out shapes now, in this poor light there are no colours. I remember the story behind every scar, every disfiguring blemish.

I remember once, the pain was so bad I passed out. I remember flying, so high. I remember seeing him, crying on the roof. I remember a screaming baby in my arms, when they caught me. I don't know what happened to her, and I don't hold out for seeing either of them again.

The chains securing me bite my skin, gouging it down to the bone, blood pouring out with every movement. Excruciating agony every time I move even slightly, ripping through me.

There is nothing worth living for now.

I just want to die.

High school.

Alyssa Jane hated school. She hated high school even more, because the stupid Mundanes who had no sight flirted with her and tried to pinch her personal areas. They'd given up now, mainly because she'd punched so many of them.

Alyssa was always suspended, but her Uncle always managed to make the teachers let her go back to school. And she hated him for it. Her Uncle was her life, but sometimes he just went too far. The Mundanes were fools, laughing and smiling in a world "guarded" by the corrupt Clave.

Alyssa was glad she didn't have Clave blood. She was one of the lucky few that could see the Shadow World, because her Uncle had taught her from an early age to believe. You could see what was invisible if you knew the truth of what you were looking at.

There was a new boy in her class today. He was rather handsome, with flat brown eyes and solemn expression. He paid no attention to anyone else, except to glance at Althea, the pretty (disgusting) Vampire. She giggled and hid behind her hair, flashing fangs. It was torture not to plunge a knife into her stupid un-beating heart.

The teacher was rattling on about grades and exams, whilst Alyssa filed her nails. To be honest, grades were for geeks and exams were there to flunk. She didn't give a shit about the stupid school, but her Uncle had informants that would tell him if she skipped.

The new boy, Sam or whatever his name was, kept looking at her, a strange focused look in his emotionless eyes. Althea came up behind her. Stupid Vampire had been saved by the great Jace Herondale after being attacked during her short stint at his famous school. Stupid Daylighting bitch.

She shoved past Alyssa, nearly knocking the other girl over. Alyssa made a mental note to stalk and kill her sometime after school. She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, stomping off to the school gates.

Their flat was typical of New York- high up and a pain to get to. Alyssa was banned from using the lift, so she had to climb twelve flights of stairs to get to it. But once inside, she put on a pair of bag gloves and started hitting the training equipment her Uncle kept in their front room. If anyone asked, Alyssa was a keen boxer, and although she didn't compete, she enjoyed the training.

Alyssa vented for hours until her Uncle unlocked the door. He'd been down in the cells, far below the street, playing with his experiments. Alyssa had never actually been down into his "special" cells, but she'd seen some of them. He was looking for the most efficient way to wipe out the Downworlders. Sadly, he hadn't found one yet.

He left her be, disappearing into their kitchen to get a drink. When Alyssa got round to it, she'd cook their dinner or order a take away. Her Uncle never really minded as long as she did it. He had a strict policy that only women cooked. Until she was old enough, he'd employed countless human cooks, disposing of them once he was bored of them.

Alyssa was... very like her parents, but with all of Jonathans worst qualities. That sour, I'm better than you look, it was pure Jonathan.

But she looked like her mother- except for her eyes. They were pure Jace.

Althea had been watching her, and then Simon had carefully slid into her life too. Alyssa had been the only one he'd been able to track down- Ciara had disappeared like she was made of mist. It had taken him this long to find Alyssa, and he wasn't about to let her slip through the cracks.

The girl seemed strong, but she was unmarked, and probably had no idea exactly what ran in her veins. The blood of two of the greatest Shadowhunters of all time, blood that clung onto Downworld genes, werewolf genes.

Althea played absently with her nails.

"The girl does not wish to serve our cause. She sees us as the enemy and the Clave as the target. Turning her will be difficult, if we can even catch her. She's good Simon. Better than you'd expect of a Shadowhunter with no runes."

"I know Althea. Sometimes I wish we could find someone who knew how powerful this girl is to help us. But with Clary gone and Jace refusing to meet with me, we have no one."

"Patience Simon. Jace is hurting, but I overheard him talking with Alec on the subway. Silly Shadowhunter didn't notice the vampire listening in on his conversation. Alec managed to convince Jace to come here to New York. He will be within reach, and we may finally find out what happened to Ciara."

Short, but necessary

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