Chapter 4
I DO NOT OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENT SERIES OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS, CASSANDRA CLARE DOES. I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS I CREATED AND THE PLOT I CAME UP WITH.
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"I can't!" Jocelyn yelled. "I can't stab my own son, I can't do it!" She backed up against the wall.
"Oh will you be quiet." Stephen harshly whispered to the pregnant woman. "By the angel, Josie, are you trying to wake the dead?"
"I can't stab my little boy, Stephen, he's only five years old! What if he wakes up? I can't have in wake up to the sight of his mother trying to kill him!" She said in a loud whisper, tears streaming down her face in frustration.
"You aren't trying to kill him, you're trying to save him!" Maryse said, trying to calm down her best friend.
They had done it, they had gotten the sword of Heavenly Fire, or Glorious, as the angel called it. As it turned out, the angel was none too happy with the idea of someone bearing the Mark of Cain, and in exchange for the sword, and keeping her alive, he removed it from her.
The didn't make Jocelyn any more confident in their plan, however.
"What if it doesn't work?" She asked in horror.
"We've been over this," Amatis sighed, "Do you want someone else to do it?"
"I'll do it." Stephen shrugged.
"How can you be so calm about this? This is my child's life at stake." Jocelyn said angrily.
"Because it is going to work. I understand you're scared, but I'm not. Let me help you." He said in a reassuring voice.
Jocelyn stared at her friends, and then looked at her husband. He was looking at her with worry, she knew he didn't want to hurt Jonathan. He loved the boy like he was his own son, and legally he was, but he also knew that if they didn't try, Jonathan would grow into something dangerous. And he couldn't let his son become a weapon.
"Okay." She whispered, never breaking eye contact with Lucian.
An hour later Jocelyn and Stephen found themselves outside of Jonathan's room, while he was sleeping. They had called for a Silent Brother and Brother Zachariah had come immediately.
The three of them slowly entered the room of the young boy and Stephen pulled Glorious above him and quickly brought it down to the five year olds chest, effectively stabbing him.
Jonathans eyes shot open, in pain. Suddenly the boy caught fire and Jocelyn screamed. The fire didn't touch the bed however, it just burned brightly on the five year olds one knew what to do, this was uncharted territory.
Brother Zachariah moved fast, leaning to touch the boy, to put the fire out. Instead of putting it out though, he was suddenly caught in the blaze. He opens his mouth in a silent scream and crashed to the ground as his whole body caught fire.
Lucian, Robert, and Amatis ran into the room, Maryse stood by the door making sure no children could enter. In the distance, they could here baby Eliza Graymark crying in her nursery down the hall.
The last thing Jocelyn saw before losing consciousness was the flames burning at her son.
She woke in her bedroom with a start, quickly making her way to the connected bathroom, and falling on her knees beside the toilet bowl.
Pregnancy was not her friend, even the fourth time around.
She thought about the events of last night, realizing quickly that they had actually happened, and weren't just a crazy nightmare. She remembered passing out, Luke must have put me to bed and hoped to god that everyone was alright.
Jonathan. She quickly got up and started brushing her teeth, rushing out of her own bedroom and ran to her sons. It was empty, and there was no evidence that anything had actually happened in there.
She made her way to the elevator, realizing it was midday when she looked out the hall window. How long had I been sleeping? Getting to the first floor she walked towards the infirmary.
"Josie? When did you wake up?" Lucian asked his wife as she entered the infirmary.
He was still in his clothes from last night, they looked disheveled, he didn't look any better though. There were bags under his eyes and his curly brown hair was a mess.
She didn't answer his question, instead, she moved her eyes the little boy on the bed.
"Is he-?" She started.
"He alright." Lucian got up and grabbed his wife.
She immediately collapsed into his arms.
"He's stable now, but don't touch him." He warned.
"Why the hell not?" She asked him.
"There seems to have been a side effect from the Heavenly Fire that we did not foresee." Came a voice from the door.
Jocelyn turned to see Tessa Grey enter to the infirmary, she looked at Jocelyn calmly.
"What side effect?" She asked the woman.
"It appears that the Heavenly Fire has made a home within Jonathan," Tessa said.
"What does that mean?"
"He burns whoever touches him if they hold on for too long. Not intentionally, in fact, he hasn't woken since last night, but it keeps happening."
"But he's alright?" Jocelyn asked hesitantly.
"Yes, he's alright. He just needs to rest." Tessa told her, "Don't worry, Jocelyn, we will figure this out."
"What about Brother Zachariah?" Jocelyn gasped, remembering the burning figure on the floor.
"Well-"
"Actually, it's just Jem now." Said the voice of a young man from the door.
"What the-" Jocelyn gaped at the boy.
"The Heavenly Fire seems to have reversed the effects of the Silent Brother ritual, I am no longer one of the brothers. I'm just a regular Shadowhunter again."
He couldn't be older than 18. He had shoulder length silver hair and was wearing what looked to be Stephens clothing. He was Asian, or half-Asian at least. He held his hand out to Jocelyn.
"James Carstairs." He said kindly.
"But Izzy," Clary moaned, "I don't want to play dress up!"
"But I do!" Isabelle exclaimed happily, ignoring her friend's complaints.
"So! Get Alec to play with you! Or Jace!" Clary tried.
"No, Alec and Jace are playing soldier and I want to play dress up!" She cried.
"Fine." The redhead huffed.
"Good," Izzy said, before pulling Clary to her feet.
They walked to the hallway to go to the playroom when they see Jonathan coming towards them. They both stopped in their tracks, afraid of the outburst that he usually gave them.
"Hi girls!" He smiled, and pull them both into quick but warm hugs.
"H-hi Jon," Clary said warily.
"Don't worry, sissy, I'm not angry anymore." He said confidently.
He had just been released from the infirmary.
Once he woke up and felt the heavy feeling he used to live with was gone, he finally felt peace within himself. His mother felt it too, gasping at the sight of his newly green eyes. She hugged him tightly but fast, so she didn't burn herself. She didn't want to let go, however, and he could feel her love for him in the way she stared at him happily.
He loved her too, he realized, he wasn't sure before, but now that the angry feeling was gone, he finally understood that he loved his family so much.
He looked at his sister in a new light. He once looked at her like she belonged to him, like a toy, but now he sees her as someone to protect and care for. He just wanted her to be happy.
He looked at Izzy, the girl who once seemed as though she was born to annoy him, but now he just wanted to be her friend. He loved her too.
It was a relaxing feeling to get lost in.
Clary looked at him confused, and then suddenly she felt very tired.
"I think I am going to take a nap." She said calmly.
"Oh, okay." He said, feeling like she didn't want to be near him.
"I am really tired, Jonny, but I'm happy that you aren't being mean to us anymore." She said reassuring her brother before kissing him lightly on the cheek.
She turned back towards her bedroom.
"So," Izzy turned to her friend, "Will you play dress up with me?" She asked hopefully.
Clary's eyes drifted closed.
She knew this feeling.
This is when the scary man with wings came to visit her. Always in her sleep and always with a picture.
'Clarissa.'
'Clarissa.'
'Clarissa.'
She turned around, she was in a basement. It was very cold, and she shivered slightly. Looking into the darkness she saw him. The scary man.
'Clarissa, I'm here." He said, just as he always did.
'Okay.' She sighed.
She didn't know what he meant, of course, he was there.
Suddenly an image danced in her mind. It was swirly. It looked like a pair of wings, with a line going across them.
She knew it was a rune, that's what her mother always called the pictures from her skin, but she hadn't seen this one yet.
She woke up still cold, as if she was still in the basement. But as she sat up, she knew she was in her bed once more.
She immediately looked for her sketch pad that her mom gave her to colour on. Quickly she drew the image from her mind, not wanting to forget it.
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