Ehhh I went on holiday again, so I got distracted with getting ready to go away so neglected the story once again.
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*Coming back to working on this story, and rereading the past couple of chapters I've just noticed a continuity error - sorry people!
Oh, Little Red you have a lot to learn.
After some time, and the bedsheets becoming damp with tears, Clary began thinking over the information Simon so freely gave her, and of her own discoveries, of the day before. Hodge had just stated that he had nothing to do with the removal of her mother's body - so that was soon added to the list of questions she now had for Luke; along with the likes of "Where do you disappear to, when you abandon the shop and your home?", or more importantly, "How do you even know about the Shadow-World?". The possibilities swirled within her head, along with the painful memory in which she learnt that no one besides herself, Simon and Luke now knew the truth of what had happened to her Mother. There were still people hopeful of finding her, with a different grief to her own growing within their chests. The thought of a loved one being out in the world alone and lost somewhere, was a far more painful thought, than knowing that they had passed beyond this world. At least Clary knew 'Where' she would see her Mother, if she did ever get to see her again, and that it was a place past pain and fear.
Clary soon realised that she had also failed to ask about the Glamour now covering up, what had happened to her home, or how no one had heard sounds of the attack to report? Most importantly she had failed to mention, the issues she had with recalling childhood memories - why did it cause her physical pain to think of the past? But there were still further questions that she knew no one else would have answers to, such as why had Jocelyn called Clary to merely ask her to stay away, why had she not phoned for help? Had her mother known of someone coming after them? Was that the reason for the sudden trip to Luke's farm? Then, Who would want to harm her Mother and herself? Why had Jocelyn grabbed that unusual box, and why go to the bathroom? Her list was continuing to grow without any resolve. This was getting frustrating, and her tears had now dried. She was no longer that same girl, who cried to herself.
Along with the fact, that Simon was now involved in the World she now lives in, Clary was beginning to feel the strain. But not only did she have to come to terms with all of these facts, she would still need to train, incredibly hard, in order to return Jace the favour he just paid her. Clary Fray needed to hand Jace his own arse. Which is the fire she needed to get out of that bed; however as she tried to push herself onto her feet, the bruises that had formed across her atms and legs, without her knowledge, now decided to sting, it was made worse by the fact that no one had bothered to give her an Iratze, not even her Tutor, and she had no Stele of her own.
"A bit sore Little Red?" His arrogant tones now added to her pain, and looking up from the Infirmary bed, the smug look upon Jace's face was enough fuel to get her up on her feet, and in his personal space. "What the fuck do you think you were doing? Why did you end up in that alleyway? What, are you seriously that sick, and twisted you couldn't even leave me alone for one day?" In her frustration she shoved him backwards, only causing pain to shoot up her arm, from Clary's wrist. An obvious mark of the badly placed attacks she'd tried the night before. Sighing with rage and exasperation, Clary turned from Jace and attempted to compose herself. There was never a need to give someone like Jace the attention, or to waste the energy needed to give it to him.
"Why bother to ask someone like you?" Clary scoffed. "What did you come here for? It's obviously not to brighten my day.. So get on with it, there's coffee to drink, targets to hit." Her interest was caught by pots and jars of various sizes lining the cupboard at the edge of her bay, and she was turned away from her tormentor, as she studied the various labels. "You will be joining myself and the others in our physical training, *tomorrow. (AN: oops) I just wanted to suggest you attempt to get some more practice in. But don't force yourself too hard, it's slightly impossible to improve on something so terrible.' She only managed to aim her scathing glare at his back as he turned to support himself against the wall, as he doubled over with laughter. But it was at this point she caught a glimpse of the remnants of an Iratze across his shoulder, exactly at the point she had landed a kick the night before, so as much as he was trying to deny her efforts, she'd caused harm.
This burned within her heart with a greater ferocity, than anything else pushing down on her at that moment in time. The hard work she had been putting in; the secret training sessions in the early hours of the day, whilst then continuing to take the abuse hurled at herself as she tried to nourish her new body, and the hours of tutoring she had to spend with Hodge, were starting to pay off. She inwardly grinned to herself."Look, I seriously find it hard to understand what caused you to think you had the right to follow me yesterday, but you won't be doing it again." Clary said with as much calm as she could muster. "Don't even start to consider what you thought you saw. You have no right to any information about me, especially when you'd just try to use it against me. So, never speak of it again, and you remember that pain I made you feel, because next time it's going to be a lot worse."
His laughing had now turned to a deep chuckle, and he moved too quickly for her to react, shoving her against the wall in his speed, pinning her there by her shoulder. His golden eyes were now burning into the green of her own. "I think you have a lot to learn about me yet. Information you will have to learn quickly. I am considered one of the best Shadowhunter's of our time, and I am only 17, think about that carefully Clarissa before threatening me." The force of which he said this caused a shiver to run down her spine, before he then forced his stele against the shoulder he was still pinning back. Leaving an Iratze to form upon her pale skin as he left the bay, and her staring opened mouth against the wall, as the pain now ebbed away with the bruising from the night before.
