Finalllllly...20 chapters. It took a long time to write this stuff, but I'm glad I took the time to do it. So, there was a comment telling me to have Clary tell Jon about Valentine.

I respect this comment, and I agree. It will happen eventually. But again, she's known Jon for a week? She only talked to him twice, and so I won't be having her trust him quickly.

Also...holy damn. SO MANY REVIEWS AHHH I LOVE U GUYS.

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Luke shifted in his seat awkwardly. "Look, I need you to tell me when you last saw Clary." Luke looked at the kids, and it dawned on him. The little boy, Max, was a frequent visitor to his store, but he wasn't sure if he had seen the other kids. Luke felt like he had seen Jace before, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Max also seemed to realize who he was. "Hey, aren't you the nice guy who works at the book store?"

Luke smiled at the boy. He was young, and he wouldn't understand the situation. None of them would. "Yes Max, I do work there. Now, back to Clary. What time did she leave your house?"

Jace cleared his throat. "She left at 5 or close to it. Why do you ask?"

Luke thought about this. He couldn't tell them Clary was missing, but if he did, he could have more people helping. But then again, they would ask why the police weren't involved, and things would get tricky from there.

But he had to tell them. So what if the police knew? They would find a way to get Clary into Jocelyn's custody, and they would find a way to throw Valentine into the slammer forever.

Luke knew that whatever he was going to say next, Mac couldn't be there to hear it. "Maryse, I think Max should go to his room for a bit..." Maryse cocked her head to the side in confusion, but made Max go to his room.

Luke took a deep breath. "She's been missing ever since she left your house. We still haven't found her. We thought that we could look for her, but it hasn't brought any results. The police won't take this seriously, but we're going to ask them to help us look for her. Please...if you know anything about where she might have gone..."

The moment Luke uttered those words, everybody tensed. The silence was so thick, a knife could cut through it. Isabelle and Alec looked guilty, while Jace's face was wiped of emotions.

Maryse broke the silence. "Was she...taken or did she run away?"

Luke became enraged. "She was taken. Clary wouldn't run away, trust me. I have my reasons." After calming himself down, Luke put his head in his hands, but he was still looking at everyone. "We need to find her before it's too late. Please. She's my world, and she was the only person I trusted after Joc- look, this isn't easy for me to say, but Jocelyn left 10 years ago, and I know you guys were under the impression she died. "

Luke began to choke on his words, and his grief started taking over. Maryse and Robert looked at each other in confusion, and looked at Luke with concern in their eyes. Robert spoke first. "Jocelyn Fray? You mean...Valentine's wife? She left? None of us were aware of this, I mean, even Steph- their closest friends didn't know. What's going on Luke?"

Luke noticed that Jace tensed up when Robert was about to say Stephen's name. He took a good look at Jace, and realized it. How could he have been so stupid? Jace Lightwood was Jace Herondale, Stephen and Celine's son. Jace's parents were close to Joceyln, but they always had issues with Valentine. Maryse, Stephen, Celine, Luke, and Jocelyn were all relatively close, but one person destroyed their friendship.

Valentine.

Then it all came back to Luke. There was a murder case case centered around the two people, Stephen and Celine Herondale. But they never found the killer. That is, until Luke remembered something Jocelyn said days before she left.

Flashback...

Jocelyn was frantic. She had called Luke, and was spouting gibberish.

"Luke!", she cried. "He did something bad, oh god, he-it was in cold blood. I-I could have stopped it, I- oh Celine!"

Luke didn't realize the importance of her words, because he was busy making sure she was alright. Little did he realize, Jocelyn was making plans to leave in a couple days, and he was oblivious to it.

When Jocelyn calmed herself down, she spoke to Luke. "Luke, I want you to know that I love you. There are some...things I have to do, and no matter how much time it takes to do them, my love for you is everlasting. Don't forget me."

Before he could say anything, she cut the call, and that was the last time he heard her voice, until now.

End of Flashback

Luke stared at a wall in horror. Valentine killed Stephen and Celine. That explained why their kid was with the Lightwood's, and why he looked so closed off to everyone.

"Holy shit," whispered Luke. He turned to Maryse, who seemed to understand his realization. She nodded curtly before telling her children to go to their rooms, and they went without arguing.

Robert started pacing around the room. "Everyone knew Valentine was crazy, and Jocelyn was to dense to realize it, but she must have knew after they were married. Maryse and I didn't think Valentine killed them until we did some digging. It all made sense: the feuds between Stephen and Valentine and how Celine threatened to report Valentine. Jesus...if Clary lived with Valentine for 10 years then..."

Maryse and Robert looked at Luke in horror. Luke knew lying wouldn't work; they would see right through it. He nodded grimly, and Maryse's hand covered her mouth in shock. "She lived with him for 10 years? Oh god, that poor girl, and I made that accusation yesterday-oh god..."

Robert put his arms around Maryse to comfort her. "Luke, what do we do? Valentine must have taken her for sure...we need to look at all the places that Valentine might go to. It's the only chance we have."

Luke couldn't have agreed more.

Clary opened her eyes, and instantly regretted it. She whimpered from the pain coursing through her body, and it slowly made it's way into her head, giving her a horrile migraine. Clary tried her best to not cry, but she wanted to sob her heart out.

Then she remembered where she was, and what happened. Valentine took her, injected her with some crazy shit, and then left her to "heal." She felt her stomach growl in hunger, and for a moment, Clary believed she was going to die after he finished experimenting on her. She was usually the one who had hope no matter what, even when everything was going to shit.

But this time, she knew it was over. She lost all the hope she had, and believed nobody would save her.

She looked around the room, and saw Valentine with another syringe. This time, there was a different solution, and it was less thicker than the other solution Valentine put in her.

Valentine turned around, and smiled at her. "Ah, Clarissa, you're awake...again. Now, before I do anything, I wanted to tell you how remarkable the results were of yesterday's experiment. Keep this performance up, and I will be very happy. Now, today, we're doing and 18 ml dose of my next solution, one that induces a little more pain than the first one."

Clary didn't even bother snuggling. She could barely move from what happened yesterday. When she felt the prick of the needle, she felt an immense pressure on her chest, almost like an invisible force was crushing her. She couldn't breath, and felt her eyes burning up. She let out a loud screech, and began sobbing.

Her tears burned her skin, and at that moment, Clary wanted to die. So damn bad.

But death refused to take this good soul away, and once again, Clary slipped into darkness.

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