I prepare for the noble war. I'm calm; I know the secret. I know what's coming, and I know no one can stop me, including myself. I kill people I like. Some of them beg for their life. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything. It's a filthy world we live in. It's a filthy goddamn helpless world, and honestly, I feel like I am helping to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run through the street. I am helping to take them somewhere clean and kind. The world is a filthy place; it's a filthy goddamn horror show. There's so much pain, you know? There's so much…There is something about all that blood; I drown in it. The Indians believed that blood holds all the bad spirits, and once a month in ceremonies they would cut themselves to let the spirits go free. Now there is something smart about that, very smart. I like that. You think I'm crazy? ~Tate Langdon, American Horror Story

A/N: The bold is Cassie's words, the rest is mine. Except this A/N and Tate's quote. Hope you enjoy!~Mermaid12108

Jace leaned against the doorjamb of Izzy's room, his jaw clenched so tight he thought it would break. He needed to find Clary. He would. But he had no idea where she was. From what she'd told him, the moving apartment was no longer an option, since she had destroyed it.

"Would you stop murderously glaring at my wall?" Isabelle's voice pierced his thoughts.

"No."

She rolled her eyes, and, before continuing, she looked at Alec who was staring at Isabelle's phone with a wanting that Jace thought was slightly creepy.

"As, I was saying—"

"Nope. We're not going with the Clave's plans anymore. We're going to find Clary and that sadistic bastard, and kill him." Jace said, dead set on what he was going to do.

"We shouldn't," protested Isabelle. "The Clave has a plan."

"The Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple," said Jace.

Alec blinked up at them. "Jace is right."

Isabelle turned on her brother. "What do you know? You weren't even paying attention."

"I was," Alec said, injured. "I said Jace was right."

"Yeah, but there's like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so that's not proof you were listening," said Jace. "That's just a good guess."

"I think we should go after Sebastian."

"Oh, so I guess you were listening."

"Well, you want Clary back, right? And I want more than anything to kill that asshole. He killed my little brother. So, I'm in. Isabelle?" Alec said, speaking up for the first time,

His sister looked down at her shoes for a minute, and after a dramatic sigh, she said: "Okay. Me too."

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Jordan and Simon's apartment was small, but full of life as he let them in. Gunshots came from the television, but paused as they all filed into the living room. Simon smiled as he came toward them, but that smile wavered as he looked at all of them. "Where's Clary?" Jace glared daggers at him, and then turned and walked into the kitchen without answering him. Isabelle gave a tiny smile at Simon, but he saw it drop right after it had formed. "You know I had to rush back to the institute. There's a reason why." She was stalling, and he could tell she knew he knew. "Sebastian got ahold of Clary." She said in a rush. "He stabbed her with a dagger of Lilth's that had his blood on it, and it had the same effects of the Infernal Cup. She didn't lose who she was. She was still her, but…not. If that makes any sense. Sebastian took her somehow, and that's where we are now."

Alec's voice rang out loud from the kitchen then

"You BROKE my PHONE."

"Guys don't let guys keep calling other guys. Okay, that came out wrong."

"You're an ass Jace."

"No, I am a shadow hunter. But, you said I was an ass, and I'm quite fine, so I must also have a fine ass." Jace said, ignorance dripping puddles from his words there was so much of it.

"I'm not even going to justify that with a response." Alec said, clearly annoyed.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, sick of her brothers' incompetence. She knew this was how Jace coped with things, but Alc was just egging him on.

"I think I know where he took her." Simon said, speaking up in the quite room.