Summary: When a female Shadowhunter turns 16, she must go to the Glass City and be in The Matching. Where the Clave choose her future, her life and her husband without her choice. CLARY/JACE AU
A/N: Thank you all for the amazing reviews! I suppose to post this up earlier today, but I got busy. I just finished writing the chapter. Next chapter will be entertaining, and will take place around supper time on the second day when everyone's in the Great Hall to eat. ^^ I can see the way this story going, it would be a bit long.
I do not and will not own TMI, I just own Carol.
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The Matching
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"What the fuck is that?!" Screamed Magnus, as a creature with eight long legs; five feet tall dropped drown from the ceiling with a loud growling hiss. Jace, next to him gripped his blade tighter. The creature looked at them with many eyes debating on who to attack first. This was also Jace's first time back in combat. His bones ached, and his mind almost wondered to the thought of his best friend Alec.
Magnus took a step back, he held up a few throwing daggers laced with some type of poison that Jace couldn't tell.
"It looks like a spider."
"Captain obvious, I mean can they get that big?"
"Apparently so,"
Magnus sighed heavily, "Your people do some crazy crap during this shit, Wayland." Magnus commented, and for once Jace couldn't find any reason to disagree with his partner. How would this help them in The Matching anyway? He haven't got any clue. An hour ago, Carol had escorted them down to the basement just below The Hole for their assignment. He paired them up in teams, and then told them all to survive.
The spider lunged itself toward them. Both Magnus and Jace leaped sideways, dodging the horrible creature.
"I doubt that poisoning them would work wonders much." Magnus drawled, before Jace leaped on top of the creature's back.
"Jesus, Jace!" Magnus threw a few of his throwing knives toward the creature's eyes only for it to swipe it with one of it's legs without much effort. The spider sway recklessly back and forth. A few of it's legs bend up trying to swipe Jace off it's back, but with little luck. Jace felt himself losing control; one more powerful swing he would be off.
So he stood up and stabbed his blade down to the spider back, watching it screaming and hisses out in pain, slamming itself against the wall, it's movement begin to died down a bit before a dagger hung out of it's eyes blinding it.
Jace jumped down barely landing on top of his feet. He left his blade behind in the spider's body, and his legs buckled under his sudden weight.
"Team six succeed." Someone called over head, along with a lot of cheering.
"Team one failed."
"Team three succeed"
"Team five destroyed."
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Clary didn't cry.
Women can be such bitches.
She can spot Kaelie almost instantly, she was the one making 'eyes' at Jace. She almost gave in to the urge of walking over and rip her jaw from her mouth, but she resisted.
She was a faerie; her appearance spoke about her. She has straight blond hair with a soft green tint that was very beautiful, that matched her blue eyes. Her figure was slim and her skin was a pale milky white. Her appearance was enchanting to anyone who wasn't a female. Clary's heart tugged, Jace most likely noticed them. She found herself in the guardian's dorm.
Within minutes she located Luke.
He was sitting down on his bed, reading a book.
He didn't noticed her when she came in.
Clary gave a false cough alerting Luke to her. The book dropped from his hands.
"Clarissa!?" He moved toward her relief.
"Thank the angel that your okay." He embraced her in a tight hug.
She patted his back softly,
"I'm fine, as you can see."
He pulled back, and a flash of anger passed through his eyes.
"I would like to kill the instructor when I heard what happened to you." He muttered; "Your mother would be destroyed and wouldn't forgive me if anything bad happens to you."
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When the mundane boy didn't seem to survive the process; Valentine grew a little more restless. His first field test failed. He needed an army. What good were lifeless bodies to him anyway?
The boy wasn't strong enough. He didn't know what his wife and daughter saw in him anyway.
"Father?" Jonathan called to him in his study, and then the idea hit him. Jonathan could do it, he was sure of it. His son helped him this far, and he was certain that he would agree to this.
"Here, my son." He replied, he sat at the far end of the study. The cup in his hands pondering. Jonathan came into view, and he looked up at his son with a smile.
"I need you to do something for me, Jonathan."
His son was quiet.
"I need you to drink from this." He handed the cup to him.
He saw a small flash of fear within his eyes.
"F-Father."
Valentine grew angry,
"Drink it son, now!"
Jonathan gave him a painful look, grabbing the cup within his fingers. The cup shook. He was trembling, and then he took a sip. His entire body twitching violently and intense amount of pain flush against his whole body. The cup dropped to the floor, blood splattered on the cold stone. He then stumbled confused, holding his head in pain trying to see what was going on with him.
Valentine's lips rolled into a proud grin,
"I know you wouldn't fail me son." He said proudly at his son resistance to die.
The pain was gone.
His mind was a blur.
Everything around him shook.
He then see everything brighter.
Valentine picked up the cup from the floor and turned his back on his son, placing the cup away into a small safe.
Jonathan's hand reached for the back of his father's neck, and he fought hard to control himself.
Do it, do it now Jonathan. Kill him. He's the reason why you're suffering.
Then there was nothing, nothing but the harsh painful scream on Valentine's lips in shock.
Blood was everywhere.