I haven't updated in a while since I was busy with school, but I'm back! And I will try to update more :)


The first thing Clary noticed as she regained consciousness, was the pain. It was everywhere and it was excruciating. As the first wave of pain hit her, she gasped for air, and her body involuntary flinched as to get away from the pain. These abrupt movements and impulses however caused another wave of pain and she couldn't stop herself from letting out a small whimper. She wanted to do as she had been trained: Push aside the pain. Evaluate the situation. Regain control. But she failed miserably, completely taken aback by the pain that controlled everything. The only thing she could distinguish aside from the pain was white furniture and a moving golden shadow. She heard soothing words and felt soft cold hands, but before she could wonder about who they belonged to, she fell back into a painless haze.


The second time Clary woke up, the pain was still present yet more bearable. She looked around as she tried to push herself up on her elbows to take in her surroundings. At first she thought she was in a hospital, and she tried to remember how she got there. But as her brain started to get clearer, she realised this wasn't a hospital. It seemed like a normal bedroom, aside from the fact that is was ridiculously clean and filled with medical equipment that would not look out of place at an actual doctor practice.

More fog left her brain as she took in her environment, and for a second it was replaced with actual mortal fear. The Circle had tried to kill her. She had barely escaped. And if her last memories were correct, she was saved by someone who had tried to kill her. Multiple times.

She pushed herself up out of bed, swinging her legs over the edge as she used the chair next to the bed as support. She clenched her teeth as the pain got more intense, but she was propelled forward by her fear. She scanned her body for a second as she leaned on the chair for support. At least she seemed in a better condition than when she had arrived… Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a noise from behind the door, and she snatched a syringe and scissors from the table, trying to think how she could best defend herself. Her breathing was loud and fast, and she realized that she felt pure primal fear of death. There was no planning, no assessment, no plan. Just emotions. Sensations.

She heard a knock on the door, which surprised her for a second. If they were here to kill her, why would they knock? She breathed in and out, trying to clear her mind but failing. "Come in" she said, trying to sound strong and stern but she heard herself how she sounded like a scared little girl.


Jace stood in front of the door nervously. He had heard some noises in Clary's room, indicating that she had woken up again. He was afraid to go inside, because he had no idea how she would react. When she had woken up 6 hours earlier, he had been next to her bed, sitting and pretending to read as he listened to her regular breathing. It was clear she was in agony and that idea had hurt him more than it should have. It had made him panic, and he had tranquilized her again, trying to stop her from hurting. After that, he stayed put more than an hour, wondering what was happening to him. He never panicked. He never felt guilt. Except today. Except with her.

He knocked on the door, and was already grabbing the doorknob as he heard a shaking high pitched "Come in". He hesitated for a second, as he heard her voice, so fragile and… scared? He had never expected her to be scared, an idea that was strange when he thought about it. She had been poisoned by the Circle and she was in the house of a man who had tried to kill her. Multiple times.

He took a deep breath before he opened the door When he stepped inside, he immediately noticed two things. First of all, the bed was empty, the covers on the floor as if she had literally jumped out of the bed. Secondly, she was standing up next to the bed, and she looked like a wild, cornered animal. Her fiery hair around her face like the mane of a lion, the syringe and scissors in her clenching fists as claws and her eyes wide open, full of fear combined with tenacity. She was probably more dangerous than ever, but she was also the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in the world. She was a warrior. It flowed through her veins, it poured out of every inch of her body, it radiated from her skin. And even wounded and scared, her unmistaken power scared him more than he would ever admit. "Clarissa" he started with a seemingly calm voice, as he showed his hands. "I am unarmed. I do not intend to hurt you. Even more, I have been trying to keep you alive for the past 32 hours. I know you don't trust me but keep that in mind. I saved your life. I don't intend to take it away." She lowered her weapons a little, but he could see she was still on edge. He started talking again. "I have no idea what you have been through or why you were here, and I have a million questions. And I know we are enemies, but can't we put that aside for one hour? We can talk. And if we are still enemies after that, we can still try to kill each other as much as we want." Both her eyebrows raised at that last comment, but he saw her body relax a bit. He felt his body relax too, and he slowly took a step closer to her. "Just sit down, you're still healing" he said, trying to get her back to bed, worried that she was still too weak for all this commotion. She opened her mouth, no doubt to object that she was strong enough if he knew her well enough, but no words came out as she collapsed against the bed. In two steps he was with her, taking her arm and putting it around his shoulder as he helped her back to bed. "Maybe you should try and listen to me sometime" he said.


Hope you enjoyed it! I have a few ideas in mind for the next chapters, but if you have any questions/requests/suggestions/feedback just let me know! xoxo N.