Recap
"Time to go" Someone somewhere says, but I am too far off to focus. I feel strong arms under my legs and arms carrying me away. Weakly, I try to struggle, but I know it's no use. I can't escape this. Not this time. Jace is here, but at the same time, he isn't here. He won't be here to save me. A tear finds its way down my cheek. Jace wasn't my brother after all. I am so relieved because the feelings I had for him were so strong. So strong and now I am leaving him. I finally found out who he was to me, and I can't be with him. Is this the way the merciless angels above have wanted my destiny? I don't know. I don't know. All I know is how tired I am. How the blackness is yet again ebbing it's way into my mind. I welcome it. Because blackness is far better than leaving Jace.
Struggle
No.
I can't just give up. Jace would be ashamed of me, if he knew that I would just concede because I was tired. This isn't over. I blink the blackness away, ignoring the dizziness. I sneak a peek at Jonathan. Good. He isn't looking at me. I turn my head, and see we are approaching a rusty, battered old door in a few seconds. That's my chance. I'll use the little training I had with Jace, and try to put it to good use. As soon as we are at the door, I kick my feet and aim them at Jonathan. He cries out in surprise and drops me. I grit my teeth to hold the pain at bay. I push myself up, leaning heavily on the door behind me. Slowly I reach up behind me to break of the rusty doorknob with a crack.
"You little-" He starts to growl, but gets cut off as I hit him sideways with the doorknob. Only, he stops me with his wrist. He is stronger than me. But I choose to fight back, because I am not going down without a fight. We wrestle for a few milliseconds, before pushing me hard into the door, pulling it off its hinges with a loud ear piercing screech. His eyes are wild, his mouth puckered into a sadistic growl. He looks like a madman. He starts to step closer, knowing that he has won the fight. He walks with quick strides, and clenches my throat, lifting me several feet up into the air. I gasp for air, my lungs burning. Weakly I claw at his strong hand around my throat. He leans in.
"If you ever try something like that again, well...lets just say, you'd rather be dead." He says calmly. My racing heart begins to spiral. Why is he so calm? I don't like this side of him. He seems psychopathic. Blackness is ebbing its way into my vision again, and everything begins to sway. Suddenly the tight hold around my throat loosens, and I fall to the floor coughing up blood. I rub my neck and look around. Two figures are wrestling on the floor.
"Jace!" I call out with relief. I feel lighter and safer. Jace is here. I try to stand up, but end up heaving for air back on the ground. I watch from a distance, how they roll around on the floor. Grunting and hitting each other. I have to help Jace. If I can't walk, I can crawl. I force my limbs to move, though it is so hard. All I want to do is lie down again, but I know that isn't a choice. Further to the left, I see a seraph blade. I begin to crawl. I hiss as the pain becomes greater and greater. Until all I see are millions of blue flashing dots. I can't see anything. I fumble around for the knife, and close my hand around the hilt of what I presume is the seraph blade. I feel the cold familiar feeling of holding a knife overwhelm me. I sigh. Something familiar. I feel we can win this fight, and hope builds up inside me.
But I was wrong. Soon I hear footsteps approaching, anywhere between ten to twenty men. Not a second later, hands and arms are hauling me to my feet. I don't know if they're my enemies or my allies. For now I wait, discreetly putting the blade into my boot. Farther off in the room, I hear groans and punches thrown. I don't know who is winning. Desperately I blink my eyes. Slowly the blue dots ebb away, and I am left with a sight. Jace is kneeling on the floor, five men around him, holding him at bay. His face is sweaty and bloody, his chest heaving up and down. He has a bruise on his face and and two on his left arm. A lump forms in my throat. Will he be okay? Is all I can think about. My eyes are wide open, too shocked to say anything. All of these men are Jonathan's. I can tell because they are looking at him with respect and obedience. The men are wearing black like the one in the alley. But their faces are covered with clothed masks, hiding their true identity.
"Get these two to the van." He orders harshly. I feel tugging and pulling from the men holding me up. Viciously I protest, trying to throw in a good punch at them. But I can see it is no use, they are much stronger than I am. So I let them push me. But that is where I wonder, where the others are. Where is Izzy and Maryse? Where is Alec? I look sideways at Jace, and I can feel my face involuntarily softening. Just by looking at him, I can see he is wondering about the same thing.
When we arrive at the lobby, near the big double doors, we finally get our answer. They are all sprawled on the floor, unconscious. I stop in my tracks. Izzy, Maryse and even Alec are lying on the floor. There are no visible bruises on their face or body, and their faces... They're almost peaceful. Did they drug them, so they didn't have to fight them? I look at Jace. He has stopped too. His face is wide with horror, his mouth slightly open. Without warning, he lunges towards them. The action surprised the guards so much, that they almost lose their grip on him. But at the last second, they get their hold on him again. They start dragging him away, while he fighting. He is trying to get to them. My heart drops. What have they done to them? What have they done to Izzy? When I am sure, none of the guards are looking, I take out the seraph blade from my boot in a flash.
"Raikuul!" I yell and the blade erupts in white blinding light. Everyone is stunned, and I take this chance to stab three men in the leg, sending them down on the ground moaning and groaning. Another man hits my face, so I fall back hitting the stone cold ground hard.
"Clary!" I hear Jace yell. The sound of skin hitting skin is heard, some grunting and then silence. A mask is pulled over my face, and I am stumbling into darkness again. Only this time, it is real darkness and not unconsciousness that I making my way into.
First of all, thank you so much, all of you for the reviews. This might sound cheesy (definitely but whatever haha) but when I read them, I kind of feel like writing. You're my inspiration, so you should be prooouud! Wuhuu! So keep up the reviews folks! *update* haha so when I read this again, I laughed so hard. Um my author's note was supposed to be a little sarcastic, so there's that to keep in mind haha yeah okay that was actually it. Byee.
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