Jace's pov

A fist had slammed into Clary's head. An arm stretched out and wrapped around her frail waist. I ran forward but whoever snatched her was gone, as was the little ginger. Searching the park wasn't an option. It was too dark, not to mention I might get lost which would waste valuable time. Fuck it, I'm going in. I dove towards the spot where she had been standing.

The trees were silent, giving away nothing. I heard no screams, no struggles, and more importantly, no footsteps. There were no signs of human life besides a sketch book lyin on the ground along with two pencils. Picking them up, I took a few steps forward. I kneeled. My knee dipped into a patch of mud. The click of a loaded gun brought my attention to something behind me.

Slowing turning, Sebastian Verlac was standing behind me. Clary was slung over his shoulder. My breath caught. I found myself staring into the barrel of a small handgun.

"This is just fucking perfect. I've got the girl and the guy I've hated since seventh grade." His creepy smile was unnerving. Hell on a scooter. How the fuck had this happened?

"Sebastian? What's going on man?" My voice was hoarse. My fiancee's limp form was screwing with my mind.

"By the angel! I fucking hate that name. My name is Jonathon." He snarled. My mind raced as I tried to find a solution to this growing problem. He had a gun and possibly the only girl I had ever loved. Oh and did I mention he had a fucking gun? Just wanted to make that clear.

"Okay then. Jonathon whats going on dude?" I glanced at him cautiously.

"I'll tell you, pretty boy. You, Clarissa, and I will be taking a ride. Get moving or I'll blow her head off and then I'll blow off yours. " he growled. The gun retracted from my line of sight. I assumed he put it against Clary. I wasn't taking any chances. Slowly rising, I held up my palms. He set Clary down with suprising gentleness as he led me first to a car down the street. He then bound my hands and blindfolded me. He had his firearm the entire time. He left and came back with my poor little clary.

"Sweet dreams Jacey boy." He sung into my ear. Something slammed down on my forehead and I was out.

~Still Jace's pov~

My head felt like it was going to split open. The pounding was terrible and my mouth was full of cotton. I slowly cracked my eyes open. Some sort of cellar surrounded me. The walls were rough stone and it smelled foul. Water, or what I assumed was water, dripped from the ceiling in the corner. The floor was moulded over with green and blue.

My left arm couldn't move. I looked up to see it chained to the wall above my head. My right hand was fully functional and covered with scrapes. My butt was sore from the hard ground it was currently planted on. I scanned the area for something to unlock my chain with but found nothing within reasonable reach. Sighing, I leaned against the wall again.

There was a door on the far right of the dank room. Footsteps sounded and it swung open. Sebastian- I mean Jonathon, walked in. His clothing was disheveled and stained. He smiled, well attempted to. It looked like a mix between pure malice and a grimace of pain. He walked over and yanked me to my feet.

"So sleeping blondie lives. Oh! Look at at that. I made a funny. Oops" he sniggered. What was he on?

"Why am I here? Where's Clary? What are you doing to her?" I lunged at his throat. He calmly stepped back, tsking.

"Now that is no way to treat your wonderful host." Jonathon hissed. The punch didnt register until my head connected with stone. Blood trickled down my neck. My groan echoed within the confinements of my prison. Jonny boy just laughed at my pain. I crumpled to the floor.

"Clary is in my room, not that it concerns you. In my bed just in case you were wondering. She's currently sleeping. Beautiful girl might I add. Very... kissable. Not that you would know. As for why you're here, pure covenience. I meam, if you saw the girl you loved with the man you hated, wouldn't you capture him as well? She cares about you too. You might be a very useful instrument in my growing arsenal." This dude was nuts. If we are being honest, I'm not worried about myself. I'm worried about Clary. She's so fragile.

"Umm so basically you kidnapped me and my fiance and you plan on using me to get to her... how exactly?" I was thinking aloud. He smiled condescendingly.

"She was never yours Jace. She was and will always be mine. I plan on hurting you when she doesnt comply. Seeing you in pain will indirectly affect her." He pronounced each word as if he was speaking to a dense child. I guess I was that lucky kid.

"So what are you going to do if she still doesn't listen to you?" Seeming to ponder the thought, it took a minute for him to respond.

"Kill you. You're going to die anyways." He responded.

"Will she be allowed to visit me at all?" I wish I hadnt asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I watched you slobber after her for years. You didnt make a move until now. I'm finally getting my shot. I wont let you ruin this. She may trust me more if I allow you visitation though..." he trailed off, tapping his chin.

"Will I ever get out of this hellhole?" My question seemed to be his breaking point.

"Shut up. I don't know yet. Stop with all of the questions." He snapped. He was extremely agitated." I put up with your shit for years. You always got the girl. You were always liked best. It was all about you. Now it's my turn. You will die soon enough, Clary will be mine, oh and you're going to die. Slowly and painfully, see I watched you more than I did little Clarissa. You were the immediate threat. She's a delicate little flower. Her years of Krav Maga won't help her. Foolish, insolent girl. Thinking she could fight me off. As if. Oops, tangent. Anyways, I kept a careful eye on you but messed with her to throw you off. I'm quite smart you know. I-" he continued but I began to lose consciousness. He must have hit me really hard.

Hell I may even have a concussion. The pounding was back. It was like a dwarf was driving a spike through my skull. Please let me get us out of here... my eyes shut. I was out.