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Chapter 2:
There she was. Their Clary, lying on the ground in front of the Institute's front door. The group acted quickly, Jon picked up his little sister and ran fast to the infirmary, Jace called Mrs. Fray and told her that Clary was here, Izzy got her mom and told her to call the Silent Brothers just in case. Everyone worked as well as an oiled machine, while Magnus looked or Clary to assess her injuries and try to figure out why she blacked out. Once Magnus had done everything he could and the ruins were placed, there was only one thing to do and that was wait. Wait for their best friend to awake so they could ask what had happened and if she was ok.
When Jace say her small body lying in front of his home, not moving, he was sure that that was all it was. Her lifeless body, given to them to bury and perform a ceremony to celebrate her too short life. His heart broke more looking down at her, than it already had when they couldn't find her. He watched as Jon ran to his little sisters body.
"She's alive!" he exclaimed with a tear falling from his eye.
As soon as Jon had said those words everyone went into action. Jace called Jocelyn right away telling her the big news in their search, knowing she would be very happy with the news. The phone rang and she answered on the second ring.
"Jace, what is it?" she asked.
"She's here, and she's alive!"
"What? How! When?!" she asked surprised with what she was hearing.
"Hurry over to the Institute, Magnus is working on her now and the Silent Brothers were called, but she's not awake. We found her on the ground outside the front door a few minutes ago. Hurry, and could you please let Luke know?"
"OK we will Jace. See you soon" she said as he hung up the phone and headed straight to his love.
He couldn't believe it! There she was, his little sister. She had come home, or had been brought home. He doesn't know, but Jon was so happy that she had survived their father and his torture. Jon was the first to run to her, she didn't look to be breathing, and the others probably thought she was dead already. When he got to her, to double check that she was alive, he checked her pulse.
"She's alive!"
He had started to cry, very unlike him, but he was very happy to see his Clare. He picked her up as gently as he could and ran as fast as he could to the infirmary. As soon as he had put her in a bed Magnus came in to look her over and do his magic of fixing people up. There was only so much Magnus could do, so Jon put some healing runes on the wounds Magnus couldn't fix, and waited. Waited for his favorite little sister to awake.
Darkness was all Clary saw when she started to come to. She wasn't able to open her eyes but she could hear people around her whispering as if they thought that if they talked to loud they would wake her. That wasn't the case of coarse; talking wouldn't be able to wake her, she'd have to wake on her own. While listening to all of the conversations around her, Clary was pretty sure that everyone in the room was staring at her sleeping form. She could start to feel extreme pain, what was wrong with her? She hadn't felt like this since the first time her father had injected her. After listening for a while and trying to endure the extreme pain she started to slip away again.
Finally coming to again after what felt like years Clary was able to start moving in small amounts trying to go unnoticed by the many people she knew were watching her every move, waiting for her to wake. She didn't want to leave the darkness yet, not if she would open her eyes and find her father or some of his men that she hated. Eventually Clary gave in and opened her eyes, to a room that looked really familiar to her but she couldn't figure out why. This wasn't the place that her dad had her held in, she knew that, but where was she. The place looked so familiar to her, which made her a bit more comfortable, but the nagging question that she had was, how did she get here? She didn't remember walking here or being put here, all she remembered was everything going black at the place her father held her. Her father. That must have been how she got here, the day everything went black had been different. There was no injection and he had had a blindfold with him. Oh well. As Clary looked started to look around the room she saw a sleeping form next to her and had know most of the others that had been watching her had left before she opened her eyes. The figure started and looked at her bed, and she got a good look of bright gold eyes. Jace! It was Jace! Clary figured she must be at the Institute if Jace was here. Home! No more of her father and his creepy henchmen. Home. Clary was finally home, and she couldn't have been any happier! Then the pain started again.
A/N Cliffy again sorry... Hope you loved it!