"I love New York," Jace said, a smile plastered to his face. Alec rolled his eyes.
"Jesus, you'd think we'd just left you on a deserted island for three months. We were only in Canada for two days, or something," Alec told him.
"It felt like forever," Jace replied. "I wish we could've brought that police car back with us," he said wistfully. "I hate waiting for cabs." Eventually, he managed to hail a cab. The four of them piled in. Jace instructed the driver on where to go, and he set off, whizzing down the busy streets.
"You want to go to work?" Alec questioned. Jace nodded.
"I forgot something." Clary grinned in spite of herself. Her plan just got easier.
They reached the police department twenty minutes later. Clary could tell that there was a glamour, but it didn't take more than two seconds to peel it off. Sure enough, the abandoned building she'd seen a moment before was replaced by a tall, beige police station.
Jace slid out of the cab, followed by Isabelle and Clary. Alec got out of the front seat, after handing the driver a large amount of crisp bills. He really had no use for the mundane money. They grabbed their luggage out of the trunk and the cab driver sped off into the distance. Without Alec realizing, Clary plucked his gun from his belt and shoved it in her boot.
Clary and Isabelle had put on wigs before they got on the plane, so they wouldn't be recognized. Jace figured that no one would guess who they really were, as long as they didn't stay in the office for long. The four took the stairs up.
Two minutes later, they reached Alec and Jace's floor. Alec pushed open the door and the other three filed inside. There weren't many people inside, and they were too preoccupied to notice the four people in. Jace went to his desk, followed by Alec and Isabelle.
Clary muttered something about the bathroom and slipped away. She saw on the right wall a door. A plaque read 'Chief Morgenstern'. Clary made a beeline for it. She didn't bother knocking, just went inside and closed the door.
"Hello –" Valentine began.
"Shut it," Clary told him. She grabbed the gun from her boot and pointed it at him. He raised his hands.
"Who, might I ask, are you?" his voice was calm and measured. But Clary recognized the calculating look in his eyes.
"Clarissa Fairchild. Well, Clarissa Morgenstern. I prefer Clary, though."
"Clarissa? My daughter?" he asked.
"Unfortunately," she replied.
"Now, Clarissa, that is no way to talk to your father," Valentine told her. She snorted.
"Father? What did you ever do for me! You're a murderer!" she could feel tears welling up in her eyes.
"Clary, I'm not the murderer. I didn't kill your mother, or Lucian, or Hodge. That was you," he smirked slightly.
"You lied to me! You told me my mother was the bad guy. I wouldn't have killed them. I thought I was doing the right thing! Aren't you guilty at all? Don't you regret it?"
"No," he replied. "Hodge was weak, Lucian should have died long ago. Too bad you didn't get to the Lightwoods before the boys found you. If I had any idea you were planning to kill everyone in the circle who abandoned me, I never would have sent them."
"You-"
"Clary?" she recognized Jace's voice.
"Jace, get out of here!" she told him.
"What are you doing Clary?" he asked her, panic in his voice.
"It is quite plain, even to the dim-witted, Jace. She thinks she's going to kill me," Valentine said smugly.
"I think I'm going to kill you?"
"Yes, Clarissa. Because you are weak. Like your mother, you would never kill your father –" he was cut off by the sound of the gun. She'd shot him. He slumped over.
"Clary . . ." she turned to see Jace looking at her with wide eyes.
"I think it's time I went to jail," Clary told him.
"What?" he asked.
"Everyone would be happier. Alec, Izzy, you. Jace, I killed him. That's all I needed to do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go reserve a cell," she told him, smiling weakly.
"What was that?" Isabelle appeared, followed by Alec. They looked at Valentine, then at the gun in Clary's hand.
"Goodbye, Isabelle," she said. And with that, Clary ran to the elevator. She waited until the doors had closed to burst into tears. She pressed the lobby button. The elevator rattled down and opened. Only about three people were there. She walked over to the desk.
"How can I help you?" asked the boy behind the desk.
"My name is Clarissa Fairchild, and I murdered four people, including my mother. And my father."
That's the end! I wrote an Epilogue, so if you want to read it, then review and I'll post it! Thanks!
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