Marissa

Amatis dragged her through the Portal, a glowing light surrounding them. As they finally made their way to Jonathan's apartment, Marissa landed on her knees, sprawled on the floor. Though, she didn't stay there for long; Amatis dragged her by the collar, and she choked. The girl finally let her loose, and Marissa caught her breath, sending daggers at Amatis.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, stepping away.

Amatis didn't stop her, and just scowled deeply. "I am following Jonathan's orders. I keep you here until he comes." She pulled a knife out of her pocket, and Marissa's heart jumped at the large blade. "Either you listen to instruction, or I kill you. Either way is fine with me."

"Then kill me," challenged Marissa. "See if I care." She shrugged, like it wasn't the least of her cares. But on the inside, she was quivering, shaking. Jonathan was like Jason on so many levels, but he seemed so much worse, and Marissa hadn't even known him for twenty-minutes.

"Those are not my orders," informed Amatis. "I will not disobey Jonathan."

"You sure as hell won't," appeared Jonathan out of nowhere. Marissa gulped. Now she was going to be alone with him; which wasn't a good thing. Amatis nodded briefly, and left, the Portal closing briskly. Jonathan smiled wickedly, and Marissa cringed. "Apartments nice, don't you think?"

"I don't care," she said boldly, hoping he'd stop talking and would leave her alone. "I have no interest in this. I want to go back. Just leave us alone, for God's sake."

He laughed bitterly, "Sorry to say this, Marissa, but there's no way you're going back there, when I have you right here." His eyes glistened, "I am half-angel, half-demon, but you. You aren't even human. Did you know that?"

"It's been brought up," Marissa said lamely, lies spilling.

Jonathan looked surprised, but said nothing else about it. "But you're my most powerful weapon. I can use you against them, like I did with the others. The entire one's that converted. You don't need to- you're already strong enough. And now I just have to wait."

"I am not anyone's weapon," she informed him. "I'm my own person. I can do what I want. I can see it, now, why they hid you from me. Because all you are is a psychotic, murderous, blood-thirsty, ass-"

"No need for words like that."

Marissa rolled her eyes, "They're needed when we're describing you." she remarked, folding her arms. Her eyes widened when it seemed that she pushed Jonathan over the edge, pure fire in his eyes. Marissa yelped as he pressed her against the wall, feeling debris falling on her head from the impact.

"You don't talk to me like that," growled Jonathan.

Though she was scared, she swallowed harshly, blocking the tears. Her voice cracked, "I can talk to you the way I want. I'm nothing to you." Marissa wasn't sure why, but this is when the tears begun. They dripped down her face like the slow rain, and then came heavier, as if the storm was picking up. She looked away, but he titled her chin up. Marissa closed her eyes, swarming with hatred and sadness.

"Look at me." He demanded. Marissa obliged, blinking away the tears. He touched one with his finger, and she recoiled. "You're acting like you're so afraid when I've done nothing."

She choked, "Yet."

"But I'm not going to hurt you."

"You already did."

His voice was gruff, "Then it wasn't intentional." He sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Did you just apologize?"

Jonathan crinkled his eyes, "Is that so surprising?"

"Very," she answered. "But it still doesn't make a difference."

"Why?" he barked. "What do I have to do?"

His lips grazed her skin, and she froze. Her voice stuttered as she pushed him away, "Just leave us alone. Please. I don't know what you want. But, for God's sake, just leave us alone." Her words were brutal, and she could see the taint of danger and surprise in his deep eyes, but then it was gone.

"There will be no need when your friends are dead."

"They're not going to die. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever."
He laughed, "Well you're wrong about that."

"I don't see why you have to kill them," Marissa said, biting her lip. "Don't you feel any guilt?"

"I don't, really."

She walked backwards, heading for the door that led to a room, "Well, then you're sick."

She slammed the door shut, her eyes glistening. She held her breath, keeping the sobs from escaping her lips. She felt cold and hopeless. There was no way of getting out of there, especially with the Portal closed, and they couldn't even trace her. Marissa recoiled in the corner, bringing her knees to her chest.

Marissa hadn't realized what room she was in. It was tidy, of course, but she hadn't realized the knives and swords covering the walls. She swallowed the lump in her throat at the sight, her stomach turning. This had to be Jonathan's room, she suspected. There was no one else here.

Marissa peered under the bed, feeling a box. She sniffled, opening the box, revealing little things. She picked up a lock of hair that was white as snow, and a tiny baby shoe. Marissa narrowed her eyes, wondering why he would have such things stashed away. She went through the whole box, finding nothing useful. All the blades on the wall were too big; there was no way of fitting them inside her boot or pocket. Besides, he'd notice that they were gone.

Marissa stuffed the box back under the bed; a little too deep, making sure it was crowded by the shadows. She leaned against the wall, too sore and upset to get up and leave, even though she was in a murderer's room. It didn't make her feel any better, but for some odd reason, even though the tension around her was strong, she seemed to fall into a dreamless sleep.

When she was awake again, Marissa could feel hands around her waist, her face pressed into something hard. A wall? - No, it couldn't be. Someone was carrying her, and she knew exactly who: Jonathan. She was still panicking, but decided against her instincts, letting him think she was asleep and not awake.

When she was finally brought to her room, she almost had to pinch herself to stop herself from looking. It was bright, with many windows, and the walls were painted a deep pink; instead of the cream color in Jonathan's room. Her eyes boggled at the huge wardrobe on the side, and the large flat-screen in front of her.

Marissa bit her lip as she tumbled onto the bed, groaning as if she was just awakened. Her eyes peeled open for a split second, but Jonathan was staring at her so intensely that she doubted he hadn't seen her. But Marissa closed her eyes, pretending to go back into a deep sleep.

"I know you're awake," he said.

"I am not." Marissa answered. Out loud, of course, and mentally cursed herself for saying anything. "I mean I can't stay asleep when someone is stalking me."

"I am not stalking you. You live here."

"I do not live here," said Marissa, "I am a prisoner."

"If you want to put it that way, go ahead. But I see you as my entertainment."

"Please, go away," she begged.

He ignored her, and looked at the room. "Isn't it nice? I decorated it for you. I mean, I know girls like pink, and I was guessing that you did, so whatever. And I have clothes that will mostly likely fit you. But you're a little taller then before…"

"You're making it like I'm going to stay here forever."

"You are." Was all he said, as if it was the most logical explanation.

She rolled on her side, "You wish."

Jace

Luke paced the bookstore, Jocelyn by his side as she tried to calm him. Clary gave her mother a frown, and turned to Luke. "Luke, it's okay. Don't throw a fuss; it really isn't your problem."

Luke shook his head, and strode away from his fiancée, going through the bookshelf on the side. "There's got to be something. Something in here that can help. A spell that'll unlock it."

"Unless you have a dark-magic book, Luke, I think you're out of luck," informed Jace with an arm fold. Everyone stared, and he just shrugged, lamely adding, "He couldn't have done it any other way, guys. I mean, I've never seen this before. Not even a rune worked. Maybe he turned everything from light to dark. Like he used with the cup."

"That's a good point," said Clary. "But we can't do anything about it. Whatever Jonathan did, it's not reversible- right now, at least."

"We can see Magnus, but I don't know if it'll help since we stampeded out of there…" Jace trailed off, getting a stern glance from Jocelyn. He blinked, and continued, clearing his throat. "But I'll ask him."

"And we have to tell the Clave," Jocelyn added. "This is a serious matter, and we can't handle this alone."

"We've always handled it alone," grumbled Clary stubbornly.

"No- no, we can't," Jace said, "not with Marissa. They'll want her too. She's like Jonathan- a weird hybrid. And like before, in my situation, they'll kill her and Jonathan, if that's what it takes. But I know they'll do it."

"It still involves them," argued Jocelyn, "this is not a war between just you, but all the Shadowhunters."

"Please, Mom. Don't do it." She pleaded. "Marissa is the only family he has left."

"Okay," retorted Jocelyn, "but right now, if this gets messy, we involve them."

"It's going to get messy either way," Jace said, turning towards the door.

Percy

It was so cold and so hot at the same time. Sometimes he was shivering, and sometimes, he was sweating bullets. The group had stopped, making a small campfire, trying to stay warm at the very little light and heat. All were visible in the darkness were the Hunters' and the demigods faces, half masked by darkness. Percy and the rest of them were quiet, not saying a word. He was happy he hadn't sent Annabeth, even though she deserved to have a decision in it, and he knew he'd be in trouble with her when he got home- if he got home.

He was still uneasy about this. He didn't want to risk anyone's lives, but they all volunteered like usual. Luckily, the Hunters' came along, orders from Artemis, apparently. The Hunters' didn't seem afraid or worried that they wouldn't be able to kill the giant. With their abilities, Percy would think they'd be able to take him down, but Percy still felt as if they didn't have a chance. He had battled Giants- it wasn't that easy to destroy them.

Someone scooted beside him, and Percy looked up, recognizing Leo, who looked casual and comfort, as if this was an every day thing. Percy raised his eyebrows, and Leo stared right at him, as if looking into his souls. Then, his expression changed, and he laughed out loud, "What are you thinking about?" he finally asked. "You looked a little tense."

"Just Annabeth," he lied. He didn't want to make Leo nervous, but they all had the same expectations, mostly, and he didn't want Leo to think they weren't going to beat the giant. They had beaten him before; and they'll beat him again. Hopefully, without getting smothered. "She's probably throwing a fit because I didn't let her come."

Leo shrugged, "Jason didn't let Piper."

"But aren't they not together?"

He shrugged again, making more fire with his fingers. Leo was trying his best to keep everyone warm, but it was draining him, and he was getting cold without the warmth of his body. "Well, I heard them arguing. Maybe he still has feelings; he doesn't want her to get hurt. I'm guessing that's a sign, right?"

"I guess," he said. "We shouldn't meddle, anyway, that's Aphrodite's job."

Leo nodded, though he didn't seem to care. "Yeah, I guess."

Clary

Clary's mouth gaped open at the words that spilled out of Jace's mouth. Jace just eyed her as she twitched in her seat, unable to say anything but stutter out one word, "What?" in such a tone that Jace drew back. "Are you kidding, Jace? We can't go there. They'll chop our heads off!"

"No they won't. You're exaggerating," he said, "they'll just kill us." Mocked Jace, with a slight grin. Clary rolled her eyes, brushing back her hair.

"I'm not kidding, Jace."

"I know."

"Besides, we may not even find the damn place. It's hidden."

"Well, about that. Her brother gave me some of thosa drachmas incase of an emergency. I'm guessing this is an emergency."

"No," said Clary sardonically. "I guess we have no choice now, really."

Jace stood up, "So I guess we're going to Camp Half-Blood."

Hey, guys. So I got the chapter up, and I'll be posting the chapter in my other story, Obsessed, which is a Mortal Instruments Fanfic, a little later. So please review if you liked this chapter, and hopefully I didn't bore you.

-Emily