Capitals are Clary's thoughts.
Chapter 5:
Jace's POV:
When I came to all I saw was red. Literally. Fiery red tendrils of hair hung down around my face and something was heaving on top of my chest, stopping me from breathing.
"Jace, come on, wake up," a voice that I didn't recognise whimpered and started to shake me.
"Woah!" My hands flew up and shoved the person off me. I took a deep breathe, my lungs aching from lack of oxygen. I looked up and saw...
"Clary? But you don't speak!" My brain turned to mush. What'd happened?
"Sebastian tried to kill you." Clary breathed a sigh of relief.
"But your talking?" At that Clary blushed and rubbed the back of her neck and I took in her blood soaked dress and tear stained face.
"I might have accidentally, totally not on purpose, screamed your name when you passed out," What?
Clary's POV:
"Clary you aren't the only girl to scream and cry because of me," he joked and I must have shown my disgust on my face because he laughed. "Why did you even join them? What power did they have over you?" I opened my mouth to speak but my tongue wouldn't cooperate. I shook my head. "Don't worry. Another time yeah?" At that I gave a small smile. Jace went silent.
"What happened to them?" SHIT! At that my head shot up, my hands fisting in the fabric of my dress until I heard a small rip. Jace's hands were suddenly over mine, unclenching my hands before I destroyed the dress any further. "Clary?" I stood up and moved so Jace could see behind me. Sebastian's cronies lay, dead, on the floor.
Jace's POV:
They were... Dead? What the hell?
"Did you kill them?" I asked Clary before I could help myself. She let out a shaky laugh and shook her head.
"Did they kill each other? You know, by accident?" At that Clary nodded. I looked around and saw we were still in the alley from earlier. "Come on," I held out a hand to Clary and pulled her away, back to the institute. Once we got there we went to our rooms.
I took a shower and let the hot water cascade down my body, washing away the blood and grime of earlier. I grabbed the shower gel and scrubbed away anything that wouldn't leave with just water. When I was done I changed into some jeans and a black t-shirt. I headed down to the kitchen and saw Clary sitting on the counter, looking out the window into the dark.
"Are you ok?" She spun around when she heard my voice, a sigh of relief escaping when she saw it was just me before she went back to looking out the window. I took the chance to take her in. She wore black skinny jeans, a fitted black tank top and a grey zip hoody. She was curled in on herself and her eyes were searching the dark frantically.
"What happened to you?"
Clary's POV:
"What happened to you?" Jace asked and I slowly turned to look at him. Tears welled in my eyes and I blinked them away furiously. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.
"You can't tell anyone what happened tonight or what you saw at pandemonium. It will raise questions. Questions with answers that I'm not willing to give. One day, Jace, one day I'll tell you my story."