Max

I groaned and hit my head back onto the cell wall. Rat boy sighed from where he was on the other side of our cell. The only light that we had came from a small bared window near the roof.

For the second time in less than a month, I was locked in a prison cell.

But this time I actually kind of know why I'm in here.

So this is how it went, Alec dropped of Simon and I at the Council, where we were questioned. We both figured that they would just end up sending us back to New York. Instead, we were thrown into jail because…

You know I'm actually not sure why they threw us in jail.

"This sucks." I said, my voice echoing all across the brick walls.

"You think?" Rat boy said back. I rolled my eyes. Then after a few minutes of silence, the metal door was pulled up and open. Two of the Council's guards were standing there.

"Come," one ordered gruffly.

I crossed my arms. "Can we get a please?" The one pulled out a spiked mallet. Simon and I stood up hastily. They shoved us forward and down the damp corridor.

The guards led us into the brightly lit Council room. The Inquisitor sat there alone in one of the many seats around the long table. The guards exited the room and let the wooden doors shut with a loud bang! Rat boy and I shared a glance.

We looked down at the Inquisitor (which wasn't hard). "Why'd you bring us here?" Simon asked.

"Maybe he's finally come to his senses and is going to let us go," I said to him.

The man simply smiled coldly. I hated his smile. It was too much like Valentine, like the whitecoats. Geez, was I already referring to things like a Shadowhunter? I need some flock time. If we ever get out of here, that is.

"Actually, I was thinking, we could make a deal." He answered.

"I was always taught not to make deals with the devil's spawn." I snapped.

Simon ignored me. "What kind of deal."

The Inquisitor walked over to us. "We need to get the Lightwoods."

"Excuse me?" I said.

He grinned. "The incident of Valentine's ship needs to be blamed on someone. And all evidence points to the Lightwoods."

"How about Valentine?" I asked.

"Where are you going with this?" Rat boy asked.

"If you two get us information on the Lightwoods, we lock them away, and you two go free. Back to New York, of course." The Inquisitor said.

Simon and I shared a glance. "How about no?" I snapped.

The man narrowed his eyes. "You would sacrifice freedom for someone you barely know?"

"We know them well enough," Simon said.

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you?" He snapped his fingers. The two guards came storming in. "Take them back to the cell."

Roughly, the guards dragged us back to the prison cell and threw us in. Without a word, they slammed the door down.

The man, Samuel, in the cell next to us, who the two of us had gotten to know, chuckled. "I take it it went well."

"Shut up," I grumbled. Rat boy sighed.

The next day, Simon was irritable and my stomach was about to eat itself when a head popped up in our window.

"Max? Daylighter?" We both jumped and looked up at the window.

Jace was there, glancing down at us. "You two look terrible," he said.

"You don't look to good after being in a jail cell for a day or two either." Simon said.

"Oh really?" Jace said. "I assumed I always looked good."

"Well you assumed wrong," I said, cutting off Rat boy before he could talk. "I don't suppose you're here to break us out?"

"No, my apologizes. That will have to wait until next time. I scared the crap out of your next door neighbor though. Thought it was you two."

"What are you here for then?" Simon snapped.

"I would think you'd be nicer to someone who brought you lunch."

We both ran over to the window, staring up at him eagerly. "Did you really bring food with you?" I asked. My stomach grumbled loudly.

Jace grinned. "That's more like it." He tossed down a water bottle, a Ziploc bag of blood, and a plastic container of chicken. Simon and I caught it all and plopped down to eat.

"So," I said, "Anything going on out there?"

Jace shrugged. "With me? Not much. Clary's up to something though. Alice and Angel have holed them selves up in the library."

I resisted the urge to smile. Even if Jace was mad at Clary, he still cared for her.

Jace left not to long after that. Samuel began to talk to us. "Well, looks like you two are pretty popular, being friends with Jace Wayland and being wanted by the Clave."

"Yeah, I guess," I answered. It's not that hard to stand out being a second generation vampire who can walk in the sunlight and a girl with wings. Samuel was silent after that.

But it was later that evening when the screams started.

Sorry it's not that long guys. I just can't wait till I get done with this arc so I can bring my plot in. =)