AN: Hello! So, just to inform you guys, I've added another thang to the story. Every couple chapters, a little mini-chapter will be inserted. It will be from a different character's point of view. One from Isabelle, Simon, Alec, and Jocelyn. I hope you enjoy them and you'll see why they're necessary.
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Disclaimer: *Sigh* I don't own anything except my plot. The characters and most locations belong to Cassandra Clare.
Isabelle:
I rolled over comfortably, and then let out a surprised shriek. Ow… I'd rolled over onto a high-heeled shoe somehow left on my bed in the mess of my room.
It was Wednesday morning, early, by the look of the sky outside of my window. I stood up and gave New York a glance-over, daring it to throw a challenge my way.
Then I remembered it already had; Clary was gone. Crap.
Jace had been a disaster yesterday. He couldn't wait until Friday to rescue her. He'd locked himself in his room, ignoring the knocks on his door from Alec and me. I hoped he hadn't done anything rash, but seeing as it was Jace I was talking about, a rash action was inevitable.
So inevitable, in fact, that I realized it was pretty stupid of me to just be sitting here wondering about it. My time would be better spent viewing the carnage.
I hurried over to my huge, oak wardrobe and threw open the doors. Inside, rows of jackets and pants greeted me, neatly hung on hangers from before Mom left. I grabbed a pair of tight, dark-washed jeans and my short leather jacket with three-quarter sleeves. I shoved my feet into a pair of black Chinese slippers that I'd been using house shoes and practice sprinted to Jace's room.
Not bothering to knock, I threw open the door. And practically passed out.
Because Jace wasn't there. Normally, this wouldn't freak me out. He could have been somewhere else in the Institute, or have run out to Taki's for breakfast. But this wasn't normally. This was freaking five-thirty in the morning, and his girlfriend was missing. This was anything but normally.
His room was as clean as ever, but that was about to change. I tore through his stuff, looking for a note, a confirmation, something, telling me where that freaking boy had gone. And found nothing.
I turned on my heel, ready to storm out of the room, when something in tornado path of Jace's room caught my eye. I leaned down and picked it up.
It was a piece of paper, printed out from online. It wasn't crumpled, as it would have been if I'd thrown in somewhere, it was neatly folded. Jace had obviously intended to take it with him. I carefully unfolded it. It was ticket. One of those e-ticket things, where you can check in 24 hours before.
24-hours before your flight left, of course. Your flight from JFK to LAX. Your flight that left at 3:30A.M. Your flight, which according to the ticket, was the last flight with availability until Friday morning.
Crap.