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Chapter 1:
He stopped! she thought. He stopped… The thought of no longer being injected was wonderful yet saddening. Clary had been here for almost a year now and everything had become routine. Her father would come in with the poison and inject into her body, and she would just go back to sitting in her locked room with nothing to do but sleep and use the attached bathroom. Around the ninth month mark the limp and numbness of her body from the poison had stopped and she could do whatever she wanted after injection. Over the time Clary had started to find she anticipated the times her father injected her, and waited to be taken to the happy place. She didn't know why but the injections seemed to have started to make her livelier in this place of doom. Even though they would probably still kill her she finally stopped caring. Today was different though. Her dad came in with a blindfold instead of a syringe. He told one of his men to grab her so he could blindfold her, and she had no clue what was happening. She fought, not wanting to be carried or touched by this other man that she didn't know and not wanting to be blindfolded. After fighting for some time everything started to fade for Clary. She had no blindfold on which couldn't have been a good thing. She felt herself being picked up, as suddenly everything went black.
One year and the group had found nothing. They had no clue where to look for her and couldn't get anything from demons on where Valentine was in hopes she was there. Everyone had finally stopped looking. There was nothing to support whether Clary was alive or dead. They had to eventually assume that by now Clary was dead at the hands of Valentine Morgenstern. Her own father.
Jace didn't know how to continue without her, she was his rock and his one true love. He hadn't moved on, he couldn't, she was all he wanted and he still secretly hoped she was alive and trying to stay strong in hopes of ever escaping the hellhole she was in. All he wanted was his little Red back. Wanted to give her the special present he had bought her for her 18th birthday, wanted to ask the all-important question that came with said present. But he couldn't without her there; in fact he couldn't do most things without her there. All he did was hunt demons in hopes of information and to get rid of all his pent up anger towards Valentine for taking his Clary away from him. Revenge is what he wanted and he planned to take it.
One year. One year! That's how long his Clare had been gone. Jon couldn't believe that his own flesh and blood wood kidnap his sister and keep her for over a year with no sightings of him or any of his many, many minions. He hoped she was still alive and that she was fighting everything their father threw at her. When everyone had stopped looking, even Jace, Jon continued. He had to; he couldn't let his sister go through all that by herself. He rarely talks to anyone anymore, one word answers and nods and shakes of the head have become his thing. The group makes him think of Clary and how she always loved being with them and training to be the Shadow Hunter she is. Clary. He would continue searching tonight after everyone had gone to bed. He would find his little sister if it were the last thing he did.
The group had all been hanging out in the large kitchen at the Institute laughing, even though it was mostly forced it was good for the group. Everyone had been really torn up when they finally allowed themselves to believe that Clary was dead. Now was no different. Talking was getting easier for everyone and things have started to become as normal as it could get giving their recent situation. They had ordered food from Taki's and were now just waiting for Alec to arrive with it. They had decided to have a movie marathon to try and take their minds of training and try to be the teenagers they were supposed to be. As they had just started to eat and watch the first movie, Pitch Perfect, there was a knock at the Institute, telling everyone that someone was here. But who was it, everyone that was supposed to be there was there. The entire group got up and headed towards the door with caution. When the opened the door they didn't see anyone at first, but when they looked down they say a small redheaded girl lying there unconscious. There was only one person this could be. But how? Why? Where?!
A/N Let me know what you think. This is my first fic and I don't really know how good or bad it is. Thanks!