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It had been a total of 6 days since Clary had gone missing. The police had been notified, and Luke told them that there was a possibility Valentine took her. Luke refused to talk to anybody, and no matter how hard Jocelyn tried talking to him, he shut her out. Raphael became harsher, and he refused to waste a single minute looking for Clary. Jonathan asked everybody for Clary's whereabouts, and panicked when he thought about losing his sister.
Alicante High was notified that Clary was missing. There were missing person papers set up in the school, and Clary's locker was filled up with flowers and cards. People would stop by her locker every day, hoping the girl with red hair would return to them.
Jace distanced himself from everybody. Whenever Isabelle or Alec tried talking to him, he would tell them to leave him alone. Izzy and Alec were consumed with guilt, and prayed that Clary was still alive. Magnus was upset, and he also helped in finding Clary.
It wasn't the same without her, and everybody knew it.
Clary was dead, or at least she though she was dead. Valentine had injected her with 5 different solutions, a different one each day. The pain was so extreme she was numb. She thought there was no coming back from this, and in all honesty, she didn't care. At this point, Valentine had left her in a bra and panties, because her clothes were soiled.
She knew Luke and Raphael would never be the same if she died, so whenever she thought about completely succumbing to the pain, she thought about seeing their happy faces one last time.
That made her push for more. Valentine told her there were only 4 more solutions left, and she knew once he finished, he would kill her so she wouldn't talk about the things he did.
She believed nobody would be able to find her, and she was wrong.
It took Luke three more days to find a lead. Jocelyn had provided him with Valentine's diary, something they found inside his house. Luke read the diary, and was horrified. Valentine was making solutions to torture animals, or even people. At the moment, he was staring at multiple pictures that were hidden inside a discreet flap in the cover of the diary.
The pictures were labeled 1-10, and they were all pictures of rats. When Luke assembled them in order, he was horrified.
The first picture of the rat looked somewhat normal...but as he went down the line, they became increasingly disturbing to look at. The 10th picture scared Luke the most. The rat was dead; he was sure of it. It's eyes were sunk in, the fur was barely there, and the ribs were prominent. It was smaller, almost like it shrunk.
Luke flipped the pictures around, and found descriptions on the back of each. As Luke read them, he discovered there was a clue inside the words. Some letters were more prominent than the others, and when Luke unscrambled them, he got this.
Herondale Manor.
9 days. Clary watched as Valentine injected the ninth solution into her. This time, Clary gave in. She wanted to see Luke, Raphael, and even Jonathan. But the agony she was experiencing made her feel like she had been run over by twenty cars. She felt like her flesh was being ripped out, and she was burning up. Clary knew she had a dangerously high temperature, and she had large welts all over her body.
She wanted things to be over.
Once Valentine was finished injecting the solution, Clary heard a crashing sound, followed by voices. Clary struggled to keep her her eyes open, and when she could see clearly, she saw Valentine lock the door. He grabbed a syringe, and filled it with the last and final solution. It was only a small amount, 2 ml, but Clary knew she would feel pain she never felt before.
She felt the sting of the needle, the crashing of the door, and liquid entering her, and then finally...darkness.
When Luke unscrambled the words, he didn't expect Herondale Manor. Nobody went there anymore, not since Celine and Stephen were killed. Then it dawned upon him: of course Valentine would go there...it was deserted, and nobody had gone into that house for years.
Luke had no idea what to expect when he went into the house, hell, he had no idea what the layout was. But it all made sense. Valentine was probably in one of the many rooms, doing god knows what to Clary.
He called the police immediately, and told them the address to the Manor. Luke knew Raphael and Jonathan would want to go with him, but Jocelyn was out of the question. Luke came clean to her, and told her that Valentine was abusive. Even though she already knew that, the guilt consumed her, and she needed time alone.
When the police met with Luke, he pulled an officer aside. "Officer, look, we can't split up that much. One squadron goes to the lower levels, one to the upper levels. We need to be fast, or she could die."
The officer looked at Luke skeptically. "How do you know she's here sir? I mean...this could be a hoax."
Luke growled at him. "I know what I'm doing sir. Please. Just...have two squadrons ready to go, ok?" The officer nodded at him, and began making two groups. Luke managed to find Raphael and Jonathan, and they decided to be in the same group.
When they entered the mansion, Luke, Raphael and Jonathan followed the squadron going to the basement. It was completely dark there, but there was one door that had light underneath it.
One officer took out his walkie talkie. "Squad one, we have found the target. I repeat, we have found the target. Please come to the basement for backup."
It seemed the Valentine, or whoever was behind the door, heard them coming, and a loud click sound was heard.
"That bsatrad," growled Raphael. "He won't get away with anything this time!" In a fit of rage, he stormed to the door and kicked it. Jonathan rushed to help him, and within seconds, the door was down.
Luke felt nauseous when he saw what was in the door. Clary was strapped to an angled table, and she looked,,,awful. Her eyes were sunken in, her skin was almost white, there were large welts peppering her skin, and her ribs were extremely prominent.
"Holy mother of fuck.." muttered an officer. Some of the policemen had snapped out of their daze, and shot Valentine down within seconds. Raphael and Jon ran into the room, closely followed by Luke and the other officers.
Luke, Jonathan, and Raphael were next to Clary within seconds.
"Clary!" screamed Raphael. "Please, wake up hermana. Please."
In that moment, Clary's eyes opened for a second. She smiled up at them. "You came." Then just like that, her eyes closed, and her breathing slowed down. The next few hours were a blur for Luke. He heard an ambulance, saw Clary being carried onto a stretcher, and Raphael and Jonathan were dragging him back out of the manor.
If she died, he would never be the same again. Nobody would.
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