Nameless

Mary sat on the curb, a couple of blocks away from the Institute. She was steaming with rage before, and now she was only simmering, quivering with a mix of fear and distrust. Does this mean Valentine has been watching her? If he knows where to put Hodge and that stupid bird, he must know her whereabouts.

This was suppose to be freedom, she thought bitterly. Well, apparently not. Can she ever live a week without the two Morgensterns breathing down her neck?

Probably not.

Mary fisted her hands, fine, delicate artist hands, nicked with scars. Like a cracked porcelain doll.

It was dark, and dull yellow street lights lit Jace's way as he jogged down he street. Cold seeped into his bones, making goosebumps raise and his teeth chatter. He was only wearing a tee. His fault. Jace had no idea, really, why he volunteered to do this. Alec could've done it, easy. Or Isabelle could just chase around her puppy.

Finally he spotted the red curly hair first, then the fair, pale freckle spotted skin. She had her knees to her chest, and was looking down at the road. Late night taxis and cars rode past, and somewhere you could hear sirens echoing.

Seeing she had nothing to throw at him, he neared the fierce red head. He had questions. But he held them back, as he walked and stood beside her.

"Hello" he chimed, looking down at her. Mary turned her head a bit, looking up. Her shoulders noticeably slumped.

"What do you want?" she said, her voice shaky, despite how much she tried to mask it.

"Answers" he blandly remarked. "Why did you freak out so much? Do you have something against old men?"

"Its not funny Jace" Snapped Mary, glowering. Jace jumped a little at her tone, but that jerked him into seriousness.

"Is it related to the scars?" he spoke, now softly. Mary paused, then nodded.

"I guess you should know..." Mary sighed, putting her knees down. She put her hands on her lap, and twiddled her thumbs. Jace sat next to her, a little to close for comfort, and she scooted away a bit. Mary took a deep breath. The knot in her chest that was the pain of all those years felt as if it had loosened.

"When I was little, my mom left me with Valentine. He said she was scared and cowardly, but I thought he just drived her away with his plans..."

"Wait-Valentines dead right? How is he, you know alive?" Jace interrupted. Mary shrugged.

"I don't know what your talking about. For however long you think he was dead though, he was alive." Mary offered. They thought he was dead? She added as an afterthought, but decided to continue on with her explanation. "At first, well I can't really remember...but he wasn't all that bad. I trained when I was seven, alongside my 'brother'."

Mary looked over Jace. He was listening intensely, leaning in unconsciously. The wash of yellow light made his blond hair look more gold than ever, as well as his eyelashes, like small fine wires of gleaming gold. She swallowed and looked down at her hands.

"Then, I guess I made a mistake. One day he just...got so...cruel...He snapped at me more than often, and took away most of the things I liked. He told me to toughen up, like my brother. But my brother was already always cold and unforgiving, and I knew I could never be like that. Even when I was ten, I knew it was not natural to have so little emotions. So...I tried to run away."

She stiffened, visibly wincing as she dived into the memories of pain. "He hurt me. I never tried ever again. For a few more years, I guess I really did become emotionless. But there is not much to feel when your shackled in a basement, besides pain and hunger." Mary explained through gritted teeth. "It was only a few months ago, that's when I started to snap out of it. I knew I had to get out."

Jace was stiff and silent for a bit, absorbing her words carefully. Mary knotted her hands in nervousness, aching for him to say something. But really...it was quite a relief to just say it all. She used to all pent up, but now the gate was open and her emotions and feelings felt more free. She felt more open, and not so down and stressed.

"So..." Jace began, trying to pick the right words. This whole situation was quite fragile, Mary had just opened herself completely to him. And she had told him...shocking things. He was afraid to shatter the moment. Rubbing the back of his neck, he leaned back. "You...are Valentines daughter?"

Mary flinched, and Jace immediately mentally facepalmed. He was about to apologize, but then Mary straightened her back, and her emerald eyes met his liquid gold.

"Yes. I wish I could say otherwise though." She breathed, calmness coming off her in waves. Jace nodded.

"And...Hodge works for Valentine?" Jace continued, connecting dots. He really wished he didn't, he knew Hodge since he was small. He taught him most of the Latin he knew, the Shadow hunter customs and ways, and how to use his seraph blades with the accuracy he did. He never thought Hodge of all people, would ever work with such a rumored, ruthless man. But Mary defiantly did not look like she was messing around.

"Yeah." Mary murmured.

"Should I tell anyone about...you?" Jace asked. Mary shook her head quickly.

"I'll tell them when I'm ready"

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Sorry for not updating in three days. Life decided to kick me in the face -_-

So I went to Comic Con, which was awesome, then I came home. Next day at school, the area under my jaw swelled a lot, and it hurt to swallow and even open my mouth. Turns out I have an infected saliva gland! (I know, WTF right?) and so I have to take lots of freakin disgusting medicine.

Hehe. Anyways, thanks for all the reviews :3 I really appreciate it! You guys are so awesome! I know this chapters short, I just don't have all that much time on my hands this week. But I never have homework,(cause I so smart) so I can manage some time soon :)

Cya!