This Chapter is my apology for taking like a year to post the last… 2 chapters? Yup. Hope you enjoy

And I really hope I get extra reviews for this chapter. It took me a long time to write.

-Jen

Ch. 22

(2 weeks later)

"Any news?" Jonathan asked as his informant walked through the barn door. His brown hair was wet from the outside storm. He shook his right leg, as if ridding himself of the water.

"Much." He said. "But I don't have the time." Jonathan was tempted to tell him to make time, but he bit the inside of his cheek. Now was not the time to be pushy. Thunder erupted above them making the horses whinny. "It's tonight." He said. "They're attacking today. Around Noon. That's what I've been told. It's what I've heard. The East Entrance."

"Do they have the weapons?" Jonathan asked. He'd made sure the guards had gone prior to the rebel's break in to the weapons facility. Only two had still been there. They were dead. However Valentine knew none of this. The bodies had been taken care of too quickly for suspicion.

"Yes. Many." The man pulled the hood of his jacket over his head as if to protect his hair. However he was already soaked. More thunder sounded. "I must go. It's a bad day to be caught spying. You will tell your father?" Jonathan nodded.

"Of course." He said as his informant disappeared back outside. He smiled to himself. There was no way his father would be finding out until it was too late. When Jonathan had first tied himself to Jace he'd made sure to find the location of the rebel's hideout.

He'd placed Jackal there as a spy and he'd turned up good information. Taking one last look at the barn he crinkled his nose at the smell and stepped outside. Lightening cracked against the dark sky. It was barely seven in the morning. Jonathan slipped into his home unnoticed. Everything had to go to plan. This was it.

Clary woke to an insistent knocking at her door. Groaning she called for whoever it was to come in. A maid appeared. "You're Father wishes to see you in his study, miss." She said. Clary groaned and turned on her side to glance at the clock. It was 8:30am. He'd allowed her to sleep in.

"Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can." She cracked her neck as she sat up.

"Yes Miss." The door shut. Clary dressed in a blue enforcer shirt and loose yoga pants. She pulled her curly red hair into a ponytail and went to the study. She didn't knock as the door was already open. Valentine stood by his desk talking to William. After announcing the engagement he'd taken it upon himself to teach William how to run the country.

"Father." Clary said to get his attention. Valentine looked up. William turned to see her with a smile on his face. She didn't return it. She kept her face neutral.

"Clarissa." Valentine said. "It's nice of you to join us. Come in." Clary approached the men slowly. "You and William will be spending the day together."

"Doing what, exactly," She asked hesitantly glancing outside. Rain pelted the window and lightening struck across the sky.

"You aren't working today so you have a lot of time on your hands. Why don't you show him some of your drawings?" Clary bit back a smart remark. He wouldn't want to see her drawings. The most recent ones were of him with horns on his head. Plus he'd only be interested in the bed. He'd already tried with her once the prior week. She'd punched him in the jaw. She could see the yellow tint of his skin under his chin from the bruise.

"That sounds lovely, Father." She lied, giving him a small smile. Valentine smiled in return.

"Great." He said. Clary led William back through the mansion without a word, stopping first in the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

"This isn't your bedroom." William said sounding bored.

"I'm hungry." She said. "I'm getting food." William grabbed her hands from behind and swung her around so that she was facing him.

"I'm not." He pushed her up against the wall and smiled. Clary struggled under the weight. "Soon we will be married." He spoke barley a foot away from her. His breath smelled. "And I can do whatever the hell I want to do with you." Clary narrowed her eyes.

"Get off of me!" She hissed.

"This is nice." Jonathan said from the other side of the room. "Will, I think my little sister told you to get off." William let Clary go.

"This is none of your concern Jonathan." He hissed.

"I think it is." Jonathan crossed the kitchen and got in William's face. "Go do something more useful of your time." William didn't move.

"Why don't you." Jonathan grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"Jon!" Clary gasped. "Leave him alone." Jonathan sighed and shoved William away.

"This isn't worth my time." William said. "I'll see you later Clary." He was acting all tough but Clary knew he was scared of Jonathan. Most people were. He disappeared the way they'd come leaving Clary with her brother.

"What was that?" Clary snapped. Jonathan raised an eyebrow.

"What? I was defending you." Clary snorted.

"When have you EVER defended me? All you have ever done is hurt me." Jonathan shrugged.

"Maybe I like to be the only one hurting you." Clary threw her hands up.

"I can't deal with your bipolar mood swings." She said. "I'm hungry. Move." Jonathan let her pass and watched as she pulled out a bagel from the bread drawer. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was 10am.

"Fine." He said. "Don't be grateful. I have shit to do so if you need me… don't." He disappeared in the opposite direction of William leaving Clary alone to eat. She was grateful that Jonathan had been there but confused. He was a mystery to her.

Jonathan threw on a raincoat and headed down to the guard tower at the lower part of the hill. Guards stood watch at the posts, seemingly unaffected by the awful weather. "Samual," Jonathan called to the main guard stationed by the door. "Father told me to dismiss all of you. The rain's so bad there's almost no chance of an attack. It's suppose to continue all day." Samual looked at Jonathan with skepticism.

"Your Father told you this?" He called over the rain. Jonathan nodded.

"If you don't believe me I could always go ask him-" Samual thought for a second.

"No need! Give us 15 minutes and we'll be gone." Jonathan smiled.

"Good." He left the rain for the warmth of his home. So far everything had gone smoothly. Clary was his next concern. Valentine would want her to fight. Then he'd retreat to the library aka his study and lock himself away. There was a locking mechanism that made it practically bulletproof. However, as he looked at the time he realized it was too late to do anything. It was already 11. He needed to release Jace… And find Jared.

Clary stood by the doors in her room and watched the city get hammered by rain. She pressed her head to the cold glass and sighed. Her head was pounding. The lights flickered and Clary glanced up. Strange. She thought. A few minutes later the walkie Talkie Clary had next to her bed buzzed. "All personal in the building are to conjoin in the main hall immediately." Clary scrunched up her face in confusion. "Wear battle gear! Perimeter breached." Clary ran to get changed, all the while trying to understand what was going on. She was dressed in a matter of minutes and rushed to the main hall where Valentine stood watching. Were her friends behind this? They couldn't be. There was no way…. There totally was. Clary ran up to her father.

"What's going on?" She asked over the mill of voices. Valentine looked down at her unfazed.

"Downworlders and the rebels have breached our main border." He pulled her to the side. "You will fight." He said deadpan. "You will kill. We aren't taking any prisoners." But her friends…. "If your 'friends' are here: You. Will. Kill. Them. Don't even try to get out of it." Clary's insides screamed at her to get away. But she was rooted to the spot. "Am I clear?" She swallowed.

"Yes Sir." Valentine clapped her on the back.

"You know your ranking. Go." She did. She was the second line of defense. Nodding, she went and took her place in the crowd. She kept her face neutral. She watched as her father slipped into a narrow hallway towards his Study. Coward. The large front door shook. Everyone got ready to fight and as the door burst open and the rebels poured in Clary could only stand there rigid for right out front was her mother and Alec. The Enforcers went in for the kill and Clary felt herself shaking. She realized then that she was fighting her father's rune. Then the pain came.

Valentine shut the door of his study and slid the appropriate locks into place. He sure did hope Clarissa survived. She was a great asset. He would be disappointed if she were to die after all the hard work he'd done to ensure she grew to be the way she was. His next concern was Jonathan. He'd disappeared. "Hello Father." Jonathan's voice cut in to Valentine's thoughts. His hand immediately went to his Seraph blade that was strapped to his waist.

"Why aren't you out there?" He snapped. Jonathan shrugged. He stood by the window unsmiling and studying his nails. When he looked up there was a sharpness to his already dark eyes. He took a step forward with his head tilted to the side. Valentine could see at that moment, the demon in him.

"I'm not fighting, Father." He said cooly. "At least not the Rebels." Valentine whispered the angels name and his seraph blade came to life. At the moment he didn't trust his son.

"Jonathan," He said. "calm down." Obviously that was the wrong thing to say. Jonathan appeared in front of his father as fast as lightening.

"Calm down? Father, you have ruined my life. You made me a killing machine for your own benefit. Your form of training included whipping, burning, and punching me. I am DONE being your puppet." Valentine held his blade up.

"And what are you going to do to me son? I am your father-"

"You are no father of mine." Jonathan grabbed the blade right out of Valentine's hand and threw it to the other side of the room. He then proceeded to pick up his father by the neck and throw him to the ground.

"Jonathan-" Valentine growled. Jonathan loud.

"You are a coward you know that? You run away when there's problem and send others to do your dirty work. Me and Clary… we're your weapons." Jonathan hissed. Valentine stared up at him with poor hatred. "But even with all of the hate I hold for you I'm not going to kill you." Valentine bowed his head in relief. "Haha, no." Jonathan's voice became cynical. "No, Jace is."

"Excuse me." Valentine had been so focused on his son that he'd failed to notice Jace, sitting in Valentine's chair with his feet on his desk. Right next to his feet was the Immortal Sword. Valentine had locked it in the safe. He stared at him in astonishment. Jace stood up with the same look on his face as Jonathan. Valentine paled as Jace picked up his own abandoned blade and walked towards him.

Clary's entire body shook with pain. She wanted to cry out but held it in. Her hand slowly went to her belt and removed her Seraph blade. Under her breath she whispered the Angel's name as it came alive. The pain was excruciating and she wasn't winning the fight. She knew that she would never win. She was trapped until her father died. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let the rune consume her just as someone called her name. She spun and met the opposing blade in the air. It was a girl maybe in her teens. Clary spun on her heels, slashing the girl's side. She cried out as she went down. Clary moved on to the next opponent and stabbed someone in the head. They dropped like a fly. William and her made eye contact. As Clary looked around she realized there were too many. Her own numbers were falling.

"Clary!" She continued on her path, killing those she came across. "Clarissa Frey!" She stopped at the edge of the crowd. Mother. She wanted to run to her and throw her arms around her. It had been so long but she stopped short. She gripped her blade in her hand and narrowed her eyes. Her mother looked so happy to see her. Isabelle appeared in front of Jocelyn wielding her whip in caution.

"Isabelle." Jocelyn said.

"Look at her eyes Jocelyn" She said. "Something's wrong. Clary Stop." She took a step forward. "Please-" Isabelle threw her whip. Clary dodged it easily. "Clary this isn't you." Clary smiled and spoke before her mind could think.

"You don't know anything about me." Never had Valentine's rune controlled what she said. Clary then realized that she'd never given over completely to the power of the rune. She was forced into the back seat of her mind, while everything else took over. Movement caught the corner of her eye. Alec. One her right was Simon. Clary switched her blade to her left hand, reached into her side pocket, and threw a dagger straight at Isabelle all in the matter of a second. It soared through the air and slashed the side of Isabelle's face as she tried to dodge it. She cried out. Simon was on Clary in seconds, wrapping his arms on her from behind.

"This isn't you." He whispered as Clary struggled. "This isn't you." Clary forced herself to speak in her right mind, but it was harsh and quiet like she was having extreme difficulty to say anything.

"I'll kill you." She growled. "I can't control it. Either kill me or get away from me." Simon threw her to the ground hard. She hadn't been prepared for his vampiric strength her wrist snapped as she tried to catch herself.

"Fight it!" He yelled. Clary's body betrayed her as she lunged, sword in her good hand She cried out as she fell down again. The obedience rune burned. Her hand went to her head as she pressed it to the cold floor.

"Magnus now!" Alec yelled. He began whispering an incantation and Clary blacked out.