Hey guys, I'm so sorry I didn't update yesterday. I watched the TMI CoB movie on DVD after such a long wait, what was your fave scenes/quotes? And what parts of the book did you wish were there but weren't?

So anyway, here is Chapter 5. Thanks for the reviews, especially greygirl2358. I'm glad the start made you emotional, it was kind of what I was aiming for. ;)

Edit 29/06/19; Hope you liked the last chapter guys :D Here's to another chapter to finesse

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TMI. CASSIE CLARE DOES.

Chapter Five: Forsaken

"Clary, what's the matter?" Isabelle asked, stepping forward in concern.

"I have to get to my mother." She walked towards the door but then Jace stopped her with a hand on her arm.

"You can't go alone." He turned to Isabelle. "Tell Hodge we ran into a problem." After Isabelle nodded Jace took Clary's arm and they ran out of the Institute.

They hailed a cab and got in which seemed so ridiculous to Clary, they are beings of legends and stories and they can't teleport to a place where they are needed immediately? If it weren't for her worries she would find it amusing.

They arrive at her apartment but they were met with nothing. Everything was gone.

"Demons," Jace said.

"Why would demons want my cheap flea market furniture?" Clary asked, looking up at the tall blonde confused.

They heard a growl. The two went back to the living room once they circled the whole complex. Something that wasn't there before was standing by the window.

It had similar runes to what decorates Jace, Isabelle and Alec's bodies however on it, they weren't elegant or mesmerising in the same way. These runes looked angry, corrupted and wrong. It was wrong that they were on its body. The being breathed loudly, in short grunts as Clary looked in its eyes she could see its pain and rage, its fists clenched as it locked eyes with her.

It charged towards Clary.

Jace pulled her out of the way and yelled, "Sansanvi." A blade firmly held in his hand glowed blue and he stabbed the giant in the arm.

The being wailed and Jace kicked it out of the doorway –which no longer had a door, why would demons want my door? Clary thought –it stumbled onto the floor.

It attempted to rise to its feet. "Don't look," Jace said not removing his eyes from the thing.

Clary stubbornly did not listen. She watched as Jace plunged his blade into the thing's chest and black thick blood oozed out of it. He pulled the blade out with a quiet effort, Clary gasped.

Jace looked back at Clary. "I told you not to look."

"I thought it would fold in on itself like the demon in Pandemonium."

"This isn't a demon," Jace said, he took on a tone that resembled pity.

"Then what is it?"

"It's Forsaken," he replied still staring.

"Which is what, exactly?"

"You see the Marks on it?" She nodded. "They're runes, like mine." He lifted the sleeve of his leather jacket to show the tattoos –runes– on it. "They were carved by a stele." At this he pulled out a wand like structure, it was also decorated in runes and shone a metallic silver in the light.

"Why does he look like that and you don't?"

"Because I'm stunningly attractive… and I have Clave blood. This is probably some mundane. That's what happens when you Mark mundies. That or they die."

"Why- why would anyone want to do that?" she questioned.

"I don't know," he said. "There are stories of Shadowhunters who have turned against the Clave using Forsaken as slaves or attempting to build an army with them. They don't feel the pain of battle so they're almost invincible. Almost; they don't realise they have a need to eat or sleep so unless they are told to they won't so it. Most Forsaken die of starvation or succumb to their wounds from battles. We should go. There's nothing here and whoever sent him may send more."

Clary ran down the stairs and banged on the door of the apartment below her own. Jace walked calmly down the stairs, surveying the foyer.

"Dorothea, open up!" The door opened on slightly, enough for the dweller to peak through the crack.

"Can you– Do you know what happened to my mom?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have a clue," it was the voice of an old woman. She was about to close the door when Clary threw herself at the door; forcing herself in.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me something. Please. You must know something."

The woman hesitated then nodded. "Let's consult the cards."

Clary sighed and Jace entered the room, observing the contents.

Dorothea took a pack of tarot cards and laid them on the table.

"Dorothea, you know I don't believe in that kind of stuff—"

"Sit, Clarissa."

Clary huffed and sat down.

"Run your hands along the pack and if a card is particularly hot or cold or sticks to your hand, give it to me."

She rolled her eyes but did as she was told out of desperation.

Jace wandered around the room while still keeping a close ear on the small redhead.

When a card stuck to her hand Clary looked up at Dorothea, who only nodded. Clary drew the card.

"Ahh," Dorothea breathed. "The ace of cups." She took the card. "The love card."

Jace turned to look at the card that Clary drew, he frowned. "That's the Mortal Cup," Jace added in an accusing tone.

"So?" Clary looked up at him. He looks so familiar…

"Ignore him."

"It's one of the Mortal Instruments. The most holy object of the Nephilim. What is it doing on a tarot card?"

"I'm sorry but what does any of this have to do with my mother?" Clary began to get irritated as she didn't understand anything that was happening to her.

"Your mother was no ordinary mundane, Clarissa."

Clary kept quiet as Dorothea seemed to know much more about her heritage than she had previously let on. Clary deduced from Isabelle and Alec and she was not a normal "mundane" but she had no information about her mother.

She ignored the smaller girl. "Your mother was a Shadowhunter. Like him."

"Was? She's not dead," Clary glared at Dorothea for the insinuation.

"I never said that. She's just not a Shadowhunter anymore," Dorothea emphasised.

"Were her Marks stripped away? Is that why she's living a mundane life?" Jace asked, crossing his arms in curiousity.

"No. She no longer kills demons. She still has Clave blood, however."

"How is any of this going to help me find her?" Clary asked, frustration was creeping up on Clary as Dorothea wouldn't reveal all she knew. Just spit it all out already, she thought.

"When your mother called, did she mention anything? A name? A place?"

"How did you know she called me?" Clary interrogated.

"She's a witch," Jace said.

"Uh… What?"

"A witch. A real one."

Clary heard footsteps up the stairs and it seemed to come from her apartment. She stood up and went to Dorothea's doorway and opened the door. She heard more footsteps echoing throughout the foyer.

"Clary," Jace called out in a harsh whisper.

She took the fire extinguisher from the wall and ran up the stairs. Jace followed closely, this girl certainly knew how to keep him on his toes.

The footsteps came from the kitchen and Clary rushed in and started hitting the figure.

"He– Ow! OW!" yelled the figure in pain.

Upon hearing the voice, Clary dropped the fire extinguisher in shock.

The person turned around. "Ow! What the hell?!"

"Simon! You scared me!" She held her arms out and hugged her best friend, glad that there was someone she knew and trusted. He hugged back.

"Fray, what happened here?" he said pulling back.

"Someone took my mom and took everything. There's nothing left. Meanwhile, this guy is helping me find her." She pointed at where Jace was. "But you can't see him."

"What?" Simon asked.

Jace wasn't there.

"Well, great. He's disappeared."

"Uh, Fray, who's that?"

"Jace Wayland. Demonhunter." Jace said behind her, making her turn around.

"Simon Lewis. Shadowcaster. Are you the Keymaster?"

"I've no idea what you're talking about."

"I need to go find Luke or even Sebastian," Clary said.

"Sebastian? I thought you didn't want to talk to him, Simon asked even more confused.

"Yeah, I know but– "

"Sebastian?" Jace said. "Who's that?"

"My– "

"Her 'boyfriend'." Simon cut in and added the speech marks with his fingers at the word boyfriend.

"Oh, he's your boyfriend, the one you wouldn't even answer on the phone? I suggest you go to Luke. Whoever he is," Jace said, not wanting Clary to go running to her boyfriend.

"Luke's my mom's close friend." She took a step but then Jace caught her wrist. "What now?"

"We should go back to the Institute and speak to Hodge, he may know more about your mother, if she was a Shadowhunter like that witch said."

She sighed, giving in to her exhaustion, just wanting someone to help. "Fine."

"Hang on a minute. I'm coming too," Simon said, putting a hand on Clary's shoulder.

"Simon, you don't have to– "

"Yes. I do," he said firmly.

"Well, you can't," Jace said.

"Why not?" Clary asked, frowning.

"He's a mundane," Jace replied matter-of-factually.

"So? I'm not going without him. And you better leave your prejudice out of this, it's obvious you Shadowhunters, protectors of the world have the outlook that your superior," Clary said, stubbornly as she crossed her arms.

"Ok, Fine. But if we get into trouble, I'm not getting the blame."

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