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Clary left the Lightwood house, and looked at her phone. 5:00. She called Luke, told him she was fine, and started back to his house. That was when everything went to shit.

Just as she was about to turn the corner of a street, she felt her body being flung off her bike, and she braced herself for the impact. It hit Clary like a ton of bricks, and she felt her lungs give up.

She was lying face up, and it was almost like time had stopped. Then Valentine's face hovered over hers.

"Well Clarissa," he snarled. "You just had to run away huh? Slut. Hoe. BITCH! You will never see the light of day. Ever. We are leaving for GOOD."

And just like that, she was cast into a pit of darkness.

Luke was frantic. It had been an hour since Clary had called, and she was nowhere to be seen. He had called Raphael and Jonathan to his house, and reluctantly, Jocelyn. They were all sitting in the living room, and were debating whether they should call the police or not. (the po po! I had to say it ahahah i need to stfu.

Jonathan was yelling at everyone. "Of fucking course we need to call the police! She could be DEAD for all we know damnit!"

Raphael gave Jon a dirty look. "If we call the police, they will find out about this shit situation, everything will go to shit. Valentine has a good chance of going to jail, but not forever. We need evidence to put him in the slammer forever. As for Jocelyn, she will be charged for abandonment, and maybe even given some jail time. We need to find her ourselves."

Raphael took a deep breath. "Of course, you and Jocelyn will never understand her situation, because you weren't there for 10 fucking years! Then, you just decide to charge in and take control. You two don't deserve to be treated kindly by Luke. Pendejos."

Jonathan tensed. "The FUCK did you call me bitch?"

Luke pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Both of you can shut up. This isn't helping. I agree with Raphael on one thing though. Raph and I looked over Clary for years, and decisions based on her will be made by US. If you and your mother are arguing against me, get the hell out of my house."

Surpringly, Jocelyn spoke next. "Jonathan, I agree with Luke. We need to make sure you sister is safe. Please, just llet them handle it."

Luke nodded at her, and turned to Raphael. "Well Raph, we need to look everywhere. Their house, the bar, and basically anywhere Valentine goes. Our best chance is to split up. You and Jonathan, then me and Jocelyn. Let's go, we don't have time to waste!"

Everybody agreed with Luke, and no questions were asked.

Something was up, and it wasn't good.

Clary opened her eyes to a blinding light. She hissed in pain, and when finally adjusted to the light, she found herself strapped to a table. It was at an angle, so she could see around her.

When she looked around, she was horrified. She was in something that looked like a lab, and there were test tubes with solutions in them, each one a different color.

"You're finally awake."

Clary looked around, and saw Valentine in a white lab coat. He was jotting down notes on his clipboard, and then he stood in front of her. He grinned at her sadistically. "Well Clarissa, I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm doing. This is my lab. I came here everyday since you mother and brother left...and the purpose was to find a solution."

Valentine started pacing around her. "When they left, I was broken. I wanted revenge. I threw myself into my work. For the past few years, I have been making solutions that cause pain. Lots and lots of it. Each solution will add onto more pain, but it won't kill. The purpose is to torture the person. I tested this on lab rats for the whole time, until I realized something. I needed a human specimen, not some rats. It dawned upon me: I have you! The horrible, slutty, and disrespectful daughter."

Clary was frozen in fear. He was a lunatic, and he was going to inject some crazy shit into her.

Valenitne chuckled when he saw her expression. "Now, now Clarissa, think of it as a privilege. You are going to be the first human that I've tested on, and you should be damn proud of it. Now, I have ten injections, each one more painful than the next. Let's start with the least painful shall we?We will keep progressing, until we reach the most painful one I've made. I will be injecting 20 ml into you for this solution, but as we go on, the amount gets decreased."

Clary started panicking. He was crazy. Her father, the person who she hated with her entire existence, had managed to terrify her to her wit's end.

"No," she rasped. "Please. N-no. Don't do this."

Valentine laughed maniacally. "Too late fucker. Too late." Clary struggled under her restraints, and screamed. Valentine slapped her hard, and Clary was left dazed from the pain.

So this was it. She was going to die from this crazy, fucked up experiment. She saw him walk to the table, grab a syringe, and fill it up with a liquid slightly thicker than water. Clary put up a fight, and Valentine slapped her yet again, making her dazed. In that moment, she felt the prick of the needle, and the liquid seep into her blood.

Within seconds, her entire body was on fire, and she couldn't help but scream. Tears feel down her face quickly, and her entire body was convulsing in pain.

She didn't know if she would be able to get out of this, and if she did, she knew she would never be the same.

It was Sunday, and Luke was on the verge of a breakdown. Clary hadn't been seen for 15 hours, and he couldn't help but feel panic course through his veins. At the moment, he had parked his car near the Lightwood's house, and he was on a call with Raphael.

"Raph," he whispered. "Look, she said she was going to the Lightwood's house. It's the only thing that can connect with her disappearance. I know the parents of the Lightwood kids: Robert and Maryse. I'm sure they can tell us something. I'll call you later, I'm going in."

Luke ended the call, and stepped out of his worn out truck. He tentaively stepped up to the porch, and knocked the door. A girl who seemed to be Clary's age opened the door, and Luke cleared his throat. "I'm looking for Robert and Maryse Lightwood. They do live here, correct?"

The girl looked at him skeptically. "Who are you?"

Luke sighed in annoyance. "Tell them Luke's here. They'll know who I am." The girl did as she was told,and Luke heard someone running, and he was met by Maryse Lightwood.

"Luke," she asked, her voice full of surprise. "It's been a while. What brings you here?"

He took in a shuddering breath. "May I come in? There's a lot of things I need to ask. If possible, please bring your entire family. I need as much...evidence...as possible." Maryse looked at him in confusion, and shrugged.

"Jace, Isabelle, Alec and Max!" she yelled. "Come down right now!" Maryse gestured for him to follow her into the living room, and he sat on a sofa. Robert came from the kitchen, saw Luke, and looked shocked. After making some small talk, the Lightwood children came down, and sat in front of him.

Robert cleared his throat. "Kids, this is Luke Garroway, one of our old friends from college. Luke, this is Isabelle, Jace, Alec and Max."

Luke nodded grimly, and then turned his attention to the kids. "Robert, I don't have much time. I need you guys to promise to tell me the truth, because someone's life depends on it."

Everyone looked at him, confused, but they nodded their heads in understanding.

Oh boy. This would take forever to explain.

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