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Once the clave members left the room Clary felt their magical hold on herself loosen. She let out a sigh of relief. "Can you move Jace?" she asked. He nodded his head "How do we get out of these ties though?" he asked. "Clary can you reach your stele?". A smile spread across Clarys face, the tip of her stele was peeping out of the pocket of her jeans. "I think so." She replied Clary bent herself so she could pull the stele out of her pocket using her teeth. With the stele gripped on her Jaw she said "I've got it." Clary lent to her left hand side and pressed the stele into her hand. She twisted it round in her fingers until the tip was touching the plastic cable tie bounding her to the chair. "Hang on Jace, I can get us out." Clary closed her eyes and forced her energy to travel through her stele. Within seconds the tip of the stele illuminated and as it connected with the tie, the tie began to burn away. Clary bit her lip as the stele burnt her wrist but at last she had one hand free. "I'm out of one Jace" she quickly used her free hand to burn away the remaining ties. Once free Clary jumped on to her feet and moved to Jace. "We need a plan." He whispered, "they may be watching" Clary nodded silently and burnt away the ties.

Jace pulled Clary into a hug, he squeezed her tightly and whispered in her ear. "you need to listen to me Clary. If it comes to it, you take George and go. Don't wait for me just take him and leave alright?" Clary nuzzled her head into his neck. "Where a family Jace we stick together. Now let's get our son back!" Clary pulled herself away from Jace and launched her body at the door the clave members left through. The door shook on its hinges as her body collided with it. Jace pulled her aside "Let me try." he took a few steps back and run at the door. The top hinge buckled and fell to the floor. "Get ready, Clary the fun's about to start." Jace called as he wrapped his fingers around the door frame and ripped it off the wall. Clary and Jace stepped out of the room and made their way to the door closest to them. Jace Kicked the door open to revel two men sat inside watching what appeared to be cctv footage of another room. As Clary took a second look she noticed that the cctv wasn't just watching any room. It was footage of the room her son was in.

The men leaped up out of their seats and lunged at Clary. Clary jumped to the side and rolled away from them. This Gave enough time for Jace to grab one of the men and haul him backwards, Jace took hold of the man's neck and slammed his head into the wall, knocking the man out, leaving his lifeless body to fall to the floor. The second man began to panic and scanned the room for a weapon. The only thing he could use was a chair. He picked the chair up and threw it a Jace. The chair hit Jace in the stomach knocking he breath out of him. Jace dropped to his needs struggling to catch his breath. Clary moved behind the man and whipped a dagger out of her belt buckle. Clary was much smaller than the man but she wasn't going to let anything stop her. She kicked the back of the man's knees with all the strength she had, his legs buckled and he dropped to his knees. Clary hooked her arm around his neck and pressed the dagger against his throat. "Where is my son?" she growled. The man remained silent. Clary pressed the dagger harder against his throat cutting into his skin. The man let out a cry in pain. "I said WHERE IS MY SON" she shouted the man whimpered under her grip. "Tell me where he is and why they have taken him!" Clary demanded.

Jace had now risen to his feet, he had also pulled out a dagger and was circling the man twisting it in his hand. The man remained silent. Clary moved the dagger against his throat, blood trickled down the man's neck he cried out in pain once more "Alright! Alright I'll tell you what I know!" he cried. Clary held her hand still "tell me." The man inhaled a deep breath "they-they think he has special pow-powers. They want to-to keep him" Clary shot Jace a frightened look but his expression didn't change. His face remained still it was almost unnerving for Clary. "Go On" Jace demanded. The man who was passed out on the floor let out a muffled grown. Jace showed no mercy his kicked the man in the back of the head sending him back into blackness.

"There in a room. I'm not sure where I-I-I'm new. I d-don't know my way around here yet." The man trembled under Clary's grip. "BULLSH*T" Jace shouted. Horror swept across the man's face, "You have to have to believe me -I-I" Clary had run out of patients she rammed her elbow into the back of the man's head throwing him in to a world of dizziness. With another firm blow the man much like his companion was out cold.

Jace was surprised at his wife's aggressiveness he opened his mouth to make a comment but he locked eyes on Clarys face, her hurt, broken face. He pulled her close and felt her shake in his arms "It's alright we will find him. But when we do you need to be able to make a portal. Keep your stele safe. And remember clary I love you". Clary squeezed Jace as she whispered "I love you too" She paused for a moment taking in a deep breath as she pulled away from Jace. "look on the monitor does it tell us where he is?" Jace moved across the room and lent across the desk as Clary stood guard in the doorway. "I can't tell. All I can see is George in the crib. It looks like they have monitors attached to him there's lots of wires." He paused. "wait hang on. Somebody has gone in the room." Clary took one last look on to the corridor and moved to Jace's side. As they watched the monitor they saw a man. Her circled the crib watching over George. "don't touch my baby" Jace growled. Clary moved her focus off the man and looked at the door he entered the room through. "Look Jace at the door, it says something on it. What does it say?" she asked. Jace leaned closer to the screen "I think it says OR. What does that mean?". Clary paused for a moment she watched as the man began to lean over the sides of the crib. Then she realised what the man was doing. In his left hand the man was holding a syringe filled with a pale blue liquid. She gasped and felt Jace stiffen beside her. She desperately searched the screen for indication for where the room might be when she realised "I think that OR might mean Observation Room. It would make sense." Jace nodded in agreement. "We need to find him. Check their pockets." Jace said indicating to the men who were still out cold on the floor. "they may have some keys or swipe cards." Clary dropped down on to her knees and routed through the men's pockets. She successfully found two ID badges and swipe cards. She threw one to Jace.

"Stay together. Be alert. " Jace added. Just as they were about to make a move Jace held out a hand pulling Clary out of the door way. "What are you doing?" Clary asked. Jace pulled his phone from his pocket he chucked it at Clary whilst he stood guard by the door. "text Alec tell them that things a seriously wrong. Tell him to pack a bag of essentials for me and you and to get as much packed for George as he can. Tell him to put it all in the green house. We won't be able to stay in the institute. When we get there we need to get our things and go the clave will be out looking for us. Where going to have to run." Clary typed his exact words and sent the message to Alec and slid the phone into her pocket. The couple sent off down the corridor hesitating at each bend or corner to ensure it was clear. They walked for a few minutes and passed many doors but none of them where labelled OR. "the door could be anywhere. It might be within another room. How do we find it?" Clary asked. Jace fumbled in his pocket for a moment and pulled something out. Clasped in Jace's hand was one of Georges dummies. A smile appeared across Jace's face and that smile gave her hope. Hope she needed to stop herself from breaking down.

"We can use this to track him." Jace said with much enthusiasm in his voice. Clary nodded. "You do the tracking spell, I'll watch out." Clary stood on high alert watching the corridor and listening out for noises. Until she got a pat on her shoulder. "ready?" she asked. Jace nodded. The set off again following their trace on George until they reached the end of the corridor and where faced with a set of stairs with a man at the top pacing from left to right. to "What do we do?" Clary asked. Jace lifted his head and looked across the corridor. they could see a room, that appeared to be empty. Quickly he pulled Clary across the hall and into the room. But he quickly realised that the room wasn't empty.

The couple stood in the middle of the room, their mouths hung open in shock. On the largest wall furthest away from the door not an inch of the wall paper could be seen. The wall was covered with photos. Photos of themselves, photos of George, of the institute and the Wayland manner, photos of the lake which was known as the mirror and the final mortal instrument. "What is this?" Clary asked. In between the photos there where tables, pie charts, tally charts and notes written on posits. "They have been watching us. But why would the Wayland manner or the mirror be on here?" Clary asked feeling like her head was going to explode. Jace however managed to remain calm as if he wasn't surprised at what they found like he was expecting it. "The Angel. The photos are all linked to the angel Clary. think about it the lake, where the angel brought me back to life and the angel we found in the manner. We both have these extra abilities because we were both touched by an angel."

Clary stepped closer to the wall pulling down a chart with Georges name written in bold across the top. The chart was a check list of potential angelic powers however they were not powers meant for good. "Look at this. The chart it lists powers but there are all linked to battles, like being able to kill with a touch and mind reading abilities." Jace moved near her and pulled down another sheet of paper. This sheet was a timetable spread out over the next 18 years "this is a plan. For Georges life. They want to keep him here. To train him as a weapon." the couple remained silent for a moment in disbelief. Jace knew what it was like to be raised to be a form of potential evil and he didn't want that life for his son.

Clary gipped his hand and held it tightly. "What do we do?" she asked. Jace stepped back away from the wall all the hope Clary had seen before had now turned in to dread. "I don't know." he whispered.

Clary leaned her back against the wall and slid down to the floor. she closed her eyes and tried desperately to think of an idea. A wave passed over her body making her nerves tingle and causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. Suddenly Clary felt the need for her stele. With her eyes still closed she gripped it from her Jeans and held it in her hand. Before she realised what she was doing she felt the burn of the stele touching the palm of her free hand. in her mind she saw think black lines swirling and interlocking with each other. the stele began to move copying the movements of the lines she where seeing in her head until finally they drifted away. Clary opened her eyes and looked down to her newly formed rune. Jace was stood at the end of the room watching her. "What does it do?" he asked. Clary shook her head as she rose to her feet. "I'm not sure." she replied. Jace stepped closer and took hold of her hand. As he looked at the rune and studied it's shape he began to feel light headed. His eyes fluttered open and closed as he swayed on his legs. Clary quickly pulled her hand away from him and Jace straightened himself up. "The rune. It makes you t-tired" he said whilst letting out a loud yawn.

Clary heard the sound of steps approaching in the hall way. Within seconds a man had jumped into the room with a serph blade in his hands, prepared to fight. Clary held out her hand the palm held directly towards his face. She had no idea whether or not it was going to work but lucky for her it did. The man dropped his blade sending it clattering to the floor. Much like Jace had the man's eyes began to close and he was wobbly on his feet. Jace who had now woken up a bit more grabbed the fallen blade and held it tightly. After a few more seconds watching the rune on Clarys hand the man's legs turned into jelly and he dropped into the ground consumed by a deep peaceful sleep. "Impressive. " Jace added. "Draw one on me" Clary smiled and took Jace's hand carefully tracing the rune on his soft skin. "Lets go!"

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