I wake up on a cold concrete floor, my hands and ankles bound by a rope. The room is dark except for a white light in the center of the room. In the spotlight is a wooden chair and sitting there is a man I have never seen. He has black hair and dull, green eyes. He looks at me with a cold stare that chills me to the bone. He says with a husky voice, "Your father has been waiting." I try to respond but all that comes out is a raspy growl. He laughs a dry laugh and says, "Save it princess. You will need to scream later on." My heart goes cold when he says those words. Soon I hear slow footsteps come outside of the door. "Your father is here" he says with a grin. My eyes water a bit and the door opens and in steps my father in a black suit with a large bruise that decorates his left eye.
"Clarissa, how pleasant to see you again" he says through gritted teeth. I try to kick away from him as he comes closer but I am up against a wall so there is nowhere else to go. He grabs my shirt roughly and flings me across the room. I land in front of a metal table. I am hoisted by the green-eyed man and laid onto the cool table that freezes my back and legs. He unties my arms but quickly bind them again to the sides of the table. My legs are also bound to the table. I look to my right and see a metal container with a strange orange light smoldering inside it and a metal stick sticking out of one of the holes in the top of it. "Now Clarissa, you should know better than to run from me." He slaps my face hard and punches me in the ribs. He then takes out a metal baseball bat and slams it against my arms, legs, and torso. I want to cry out in pain but again, all that comes out is a strangled heave. He continues to hit and slap me until the stranger says, "Valentine, if you don't speed this up, the coal will burn out." So that is what was in the metal can. Valentine stops his beatings and wipes the layer of sweat that drapes over his forehead and pushes a stray strand of hair back into place.
"Very well." With that he moves to the other side of the table and opens the metal can. A wave of heat hits my face and I turn my head away. I hear metal slide against metal and the lid to the can snap shut again. "After this, you will think twice before running form me again." Immediately after he says that, I feel a burning sensation like no other press into my collar bone, over my healing wound from two weeks ago. I scream out and this time I do hear my scream. It is shrill and piercing. Tears well up in my eyes and pool across my face. He pulls the metal pick off of my skin and sticks it back into the metal container. He pulls up my shirt and pulls out the hot pick and presses it into my ribs. I scream more and try to break the ropes but they just cut deeper into my skin when I move. The pain is so unbearable I feel like I am going to throw up or pass out… or both. The tears become more frequent and they swim down the sides of my face uncontrollably. "Please…" I manage to squeeze out before he presses the pick into the place between my ribcage. I scream more and clench my hand harder, digging my nails into my palms, resulting in blood. He slides the hot pick down the middle of my stomach and back up. I can feel the blood spill from my stomach and flood over the sides of my body. He lifts the pick off and moves it to my bloody hands. He runs the pick across the top of both of them and ends just after he crosses my wrists. The pain has grown and I can't take it anymore… I pass out.
JPOV-
I wake up on the marble floor that I passed out of and Clary isn't here. Her guitar is on the floor with a massive hole in the bottom and a broken neck. I feel a sharp nick in my neck and pull out a yellow dart… tranquilizer. I begin to panic. Whoever did this was after Clary, oh no, CLARY! They got her and I didn't even fight. I jump up, ignoring the throb that goes through my skull and I pull out my phone. I call the first person I think of, Jonathan.
"Jonathan! Thank the angel… its Clary."
"What happened Jace? Where is Clary?"
"I-I don't know. We were taken out by trank darts and I just woke up and she was gone. You don't think…" my voice trails off and he finishes my sentence.
"Valentine. He finally got her. Jace we have to look for her! Did they leave anything? Any weapons or guns or anything specific?" Jace looked around his room and only saw black dust that littered his white floor.
"Just some black dust that must have been on their shoes." The phone is silent until Jonathan exclaims,
"I will be there in 10 minutes! Don't leave the house and close all of the windows and doors. He may be looking for me too." Jonathan hangs up and Jace does what he says, closing all of the windows and shutting the glass doors. Within 10 minutes, Jonathan's car pulls up and he rushes into the house without knocking.
"Up here Jonathan!" exclaims Jace from the stairs. Jonathan runs upstairs and past Jace, into his room. He crouches down on the floor and looks at the black 'dust.' "Graphite…" he says while rubbing his fingers together with the stuff, leaving gray marks on his fingers and fingernails. He then stands up and says, "I know where she is!" "How?" I ask. And he explains, "Valentine wouldn't take Clary to a populated place, he isn't that stupid. He would take her to an abandoned building. There is only one place I could think of that would have graphite. The abandoned pencil factory about three miles away from the city" I nod. Everything makes since and that's probably where she is now. We run out of the house and into his car.
CPOV-
I wake up on the metal slate, my hands still bound as well as my feet. I look around the room but when I move my neck, a sharp pain shoots through my chest and neck and remember my wounds. I cry at the memory and close my eyes until I hear a deep chuckle erupt from across the room. "I tried to be good to you Clarissa. I gave you everything. All you had to do was follow orders and meet expectations. But that was too much for you to handle." He steps into the light so I can see his unshaved face, ruffled clothes, and distraught hair. He raises his hand to slap me but just as he is about to deliver the blow, a loud crash comes from outside and the door slams open and charging in comes Jace and Jonathan. My heart aches with relief and they both slam into Valentine. Valentine struggles at first but the boys get the best of him as they take turns punching him in the face. They knock him out and leave him on the floor. Jonathan still holds him down and takes out his cell phone. He holds the phone up to his ear and says, "Can you please connect me with the NYPD?... thank you… Yes we need an ambulance and police at 443 Walker Street…. Yes please hurry it is urgent." He hangs up the phone and gets up off of the ground.
He takes a deep breath and walks over to me. "Oh, Clary, I am so sorry this happened to you." He looks at my new wounds that will definitely leave scars. He brushes his fingers over the burn on my collar bone and I wince with a light squeal. "Sorry," he says. Soon Jace runs over to the other side of the table and takes my hand. I let out a little squeal but he kisses the inside of my hand while mumbling some words that I can't hear. Jonathan works on my bindings and soon we hear the sirens outside of the building. Jonathan walks out of the room to get their attention. Soon, about six officers come into the bare room with guns raised and aimed at my unconscious father. Soon a paramedic walks into the room and injects some kind of numbing medication into my arm while mumbling comforting words. When I am in the state of nothingness I look at the paramedic as he lifts me onto a white stretcher.
We get to the ambulance and Jace decides that he would be the one to ride in the ambulance with me as they help me in the car. The ride to the hospital is loud and I feel like I am slipping away from reality… or slipping away from life. My breathing is shallow and I fall asleep.
A/N: hey! Sorry for the short chapter but I have to work tomorrow morning. But maybe I will be able to update while I am at work. Again I am sorry that this chapter is so short. Thanks for reading! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!