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Jace's POV...
I stumble down the hallway towards the hospital. Knife in hand with rage coursing through my veins, I'm determined to end all of this here and now. Either Valentine is going to die or he's going to kill me. Let's pray it's not the latter.
I burst through the hospital door. The nurses look up startled and their eyes widen. I must be a sight. Blood splattered across my face with a knife. I shoot them all a glare that says, 'get the hell out'. They must get the message because within a matter of seconds they are all out of here.
I start down the hall towards Clary's room only to be intercepted by guards. Don't these idiots ever learn? "Move," I growl menacingly.
They don't move but they do pull out their swords. What idiots! They really think they can take me? Ha, I'll just prove them wrong.
Within seconds they are both on the ground groaning from the pain. I step over them easily and enter the room. Valentine is still their but so is Jonathan. Clary is still unconscious in the hospital bed but the important thing is Valentine hasn't done anything to her.
"Stupid bastards," Valentine grumbles.
"Jace, didn't expect to see you here," Jonathan says with mock happiness.
"There was a change of plans," I say with a smirk.
Nobody says another word. All frozen to their place waiting to see who strikes first. I see Jonthan's gaze quickly go from me to Valentine and then within the blink of an eye Jonathan is standing next to me knife in hand. I shocked to say the least.
Valentine looks absolutely dumbfounded at Jonathan's betrayal. "What are you doing?" Valentine asks still shocked.
"Being your slave was great and all but I'm done. Your tyranny needs to stop and it ends here and now," Jonathan says without missing a heartbeat.
"But..."
That's the last thing Valentine said before my knife plunged into is heart. He lets out a scream and falls to his knees. Tears start to gather in my eyes but I do not regret my decisions. A couple tears flow down my cheeks but I keep the knife placed through his heart. Blood is now flowing down his body and onto the floor. A choked sob escapes me and I have to look away and let go. The knife drops out of my hand but it doesn't dislodge from Valentine. I let out another sob until I can't contain them anymore.
The tears are streaming down my face as I watch Valentine, my father, take in shaky, pain filled breaths. Blood starts to trickles slowly out of his mouth. "I'm- I'm so sorry, Jonathan," his voice is filled with regret. This tears me apart. My sobs are uncontrollable.
I kneel down in front of him and ever so slowly envelope him in a tight hug. "I'm sorry I wasn't their for you, but it was necessary. Always remember, to love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed. I love you Jonathan and that love has destroyed me."
He lets out one last shaky breath before his body falls limp in my arms and his heartbeat slows to a stop. I lay him gently down on the floor and rise to my feet. I come face to face with Jonathan.
"That was sweet and all but it's time to leave," he says with a malicious smile.
"What do you mean leave?" I put on a mask to hide my emotions.
"You didn't seriously think that we were going to stay here. Once the guards find his body we're as good as dead," he replies haughtily.
"I can't leave her," I motion towards Clary.
"You have to if you want to survive," Jonathan responds.
"We can't just leave her hear! As soon as we leave, she's dead! And you know that!" My voice cracks in the middle of my rant and I mentally scold myself for being weak.
"You just like Valentine. Don't you see! Valentine was right about love! It destroys you!" He yells.
This strikes a cord. He's right. Love destroys people and yet we seem to be obsessed with it. In the end Clary will be taken away from me or I from her. To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed. I will not be destroyed. "Let's go," I say numbly.
A smile cracks through Jonathans angry demeanor as we head to our rooms to gather our things. I shove the door open and grab a duffel bag. I fill it to the brim with necessary items. I meet Jonathan in the hall and we rush down the hallway to the front doors. There are no guards which means their either in the hospital with Valentine or they have begun to search for us. I pain spreads through my body as we pass through the doorway and onto the cobblestone path. The pain spreads through my body like a fire, but it's not physical pain. No it's emotional pain. The pain of leaving Clary behind, at the mercy of the guards.
I barely notice the pouring rain as we sprint into the woods. The tree's offer some coverage but not much. Our heavy breathing is the only sound besides the pounding of the rain. We stop after half an hour assuming we have a good lead. I turn around to look. I can barely make out the castle. There is no doubt, chaos running ramped through there.
I look at it and imagine the sun shining with out any war or any hurt. I imagine living their with a beautiful wife and children running through the hallways. I imagine Clary. I imagine her sitting with me at the table. Sharing brief kisses every now and then. But it's to late to think like that. Nothing will ever be the same.
I turn my back on the castle, on my old life,...on Clary.
And then it's back to running.
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