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Chapter. 24
Clary realized after only a day that she didn't' like being in a cell. It reminded her all too much of her early days with her father. Every time the door opened she flinched away, like a child. During the night someone had left an oil lamp for her, so she was no longer in the dark.
The conditions she was living in were worse than what Valentine had given her in the beginning. Here, there was no heat, and as it was near winter, she was freezing. She was thankful that they hadn't taken away her fighting gear. It was the only thing keeping her semi warm. She also didn't have any pillows or blankets. The food was also terrible. When her father had locked her up, she'd had blankets and he'd given her three meals a day.
No one came to visit her. Not Simon. Or Isabelle, or Alec. She was alone. Jonathan wasn't there. As annoying as he was, he'd given her some sense of normalcy when she'd been held prisoner. As the days went on, and the weather got colder, Clary grew sick. In all of her years, living with Valentine, she'd never once gotten a cold. And one day, during those days, and almost over a month since she'd been placed In the prison, Clary's mother did decide to visit. One would say that Clarissa would be thrilled for some kind of social interaction but she was not.
"Clary," Jocelyn said softly. "Are you awake." Clary had her back to her mother, and narrowed her eyes at the sound of her voice.
"Yes," She said sharply. "I'm awake." Her nose was stuffy and her throat hurt like hell. She'd already thrown up her breakfast in the thing they called a toilet.
"Are you okay?" Jocelyn asked sincerely, wrapping her ahnds around the bars.
"Peachy."
"You're sick." It wasn't a question. Clary turned to look at her mother. She wore a heavy winter Jacket, and pants. Her hair was down around her face.
"It is winter mother," Jocelyn sighed.
"Why are you being rude, Clary?" She didn't answer. "I know Valentine forced you to do what you did." Clary just stared. "You didn't have a choice. So why didn't you say anything?"
"Go ask Jace." She snapped. "Everyone believes Angel Boy." Jocelyn's eyes widened.
"Are you saying he lied to the Clave?" Clary Sat up. Her body didn't like that.
"Those idiots are the ones that run the Clave? Yes he lied! I did whip him, but I didn't do it willingly. F- Valentine was testing me. Jonathan-"
"Wait what?" Jocelyn's eyes went wide. Did she really have no idea that her own son was involved?
"Jonathan? My brother? The one you never told me about. Yes, he was there. Valentine made him teach me how to torture… on Jace. I was crying. Jace saw that. Valentine made Jace stay in my room. I took care of him when I could. He never stopped believing in e. Even when I was an ass."
"Then why did he drag you under the bus?" She'd been trying to figure that one out herself.
"I have no idea. Valentine gave Jace to Jonathan. He was taken back down to the cells. I never saw him after that." Jocelyn looked back towards the exit.
"I'm sorry that this happened to you." She said.
"Just go away." Clary whispered. She wasn't going to take any sympathy.
"Clar-"
"I don't want anyone down here!" She hoarsely yelled. "Go away!" Jocelyn lowered her head and watched as Clary plopped back down on her bed.
"Merry Christmas." She whispered before she left Clary alone with her thoughts. Clary fell asleep. When she woke up someone had left a thing blanket. She took it gratefully.
Isabelle and Alec arrived in January. Along with Simon. They tried to talk to her but when they realized that Clary wasn't going to speak to them, they left.
It was May when Jace came. Clary had been in the middle of doing pullups on a low pipe above her bed.
"Looks like fun." Jace said casually. Clary dropped to the floor and turned away from him.
"Go away Jace." She snapped, sitting on her hard bed.
"How are you?" He asked, ignoring her.
"Like you care." Jace ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry." He said. Clary laughed. "No. Really. This wasn't planned." Pursing her lips, she stood up and talked over to the bars. She really did look awful. Her hair was sticking to her face, as she hadn't taken a shower since her ruling. And most of her clothes were in a pile on her bed as a makeshift pillow. She only wore the tank that she'd worn under her fighting gear, and pants. Her face was pale.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Clary growled. "You're the reason I'm locked up here."
"It's your own damn fault!" He snapped. Clary cocked her head to the side. Never had she heard Jace speak in that tone of voice. Her face grew red. "You're the one who didn't defend yourself. And then you fought the guys holding you."
"I couldn't!" Jace stared at her.
"Why not?"
"You know why not." Jace gave her a calculating look.
"Valentine's dead Clary." He said slowly. She nodded.
"I know." No one had told her, but she knew the second he'd died. Her neck had started to tingle then spread to her entire body until the pain was unbearable .She'd expected the rune to fade but it was still there, clear as day. It still gave her pain once in a while.
"Then why-"
"Why do you even care?" Clary growled.
"Because I care about you." His gold eyes studied Clary. She turned away from him and sat back down on her bed.
"Then why did you lie." She whispered. After a moment of silence she looked up. He was gone. Clary wasn't sure if he'd actually been there or if she'd imagined him. Screaming in frustration, she picked cup the lamp and threw it against the wall. She watched as it shattered and was left in complete darkness. She let the tears come and at that moment she didn't care if she drowned in them.
Jonathan stretched out in his penthouse apartment in New York City. The walls were fully window and he watched the scene in front of him. He smiled as the city burned. His phone rang at that moment and he growled in frustration.
"What?" He snapped into the phone, not looking at the caller ID.
"Hello to you too." Jace said sounding bored. Jonathan sat up.
"How are you calling me right now?"
"Told them I was taking a walk. They don't follow me."
"Have they found out about New York yet?" Jonathan asked. He stood up and walked over to the window.
"Nothing yet, though I'll tell you there's not many of them left. Plus, Valentine blocked most of the communication ports as you know." Jonathan smiled. He'd planned on it being a problem. A large building on the far side of the city collapsed causing dust and debris to fly in the air.
"Good. How's Clary?" He asked when he noticed Jared enter the room.
"Safe."
"Out of the way?"
"In prison."
"Perfect." Jared was waving his hands. "What?" He hissed.
"The humans are contained." He said.
"And it's imperative that you tell me this now because…?" He glanced back out the window.
"We've also captured a few shadow hunters." Jonathan nodded.
"Bring them up." He put the phone back to his ear. "I'll be there in a few days time. Prepare yourself."
"I don't want my family killed." Jace said quickly. Jonathan rolled his eyes.
"I'm not touching them. Just be ready to leave." He hung up. The elevator rang. Jonathan turned to see five shadow hunters chained together as they were led into his living room. The youngest looked to be fourteen. It was a young boy with dark brown hair and light freckles. He had a thin face and lanky figure. Jared came out of the closet, holding the mortal cup. It had been in Jonathan's safe.
"welcome." Jonathan said. "If you don't already know you I am, my name is Jonathan Morgenstern. And yes I blew this city sky high. As it seems, I am also part demon so yes, this is my natural eye color." He took a dagger off the counter and slit his wrist, pouring his black blood into the cup Jared was still holding.
"We know who you are." The woman said. She was obviously the boys mother. "What will you accomplish from all of this?" Jonathan smiled.
"An empire." One of the men controlling the group of shadow hunters walked forward and unlocked the woman's chains, disconnecting her from the others.
"Mom!" The boy tried to push forward. Jonathan laughed.
"You're next." He held the cup to the woman's lips and pulled her chin down, forcing the vile liquid down her throat. She dropped to the floor and began spasming. Jared moved forward. "Give it a second." Jonathan said. Her eyes glazed over as the spasming slowed. She stood up slowly, her body rigid. "Bring the boy to me." He ordered. She complied.
"It works!" Jared exclaimed.
"Yes Jared. It does."
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