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Jace had nothing to do but wait. Jonathan hadn't exactly revealed much about what had to be done, but Jace didn't really care; he would do anything to save Clary.

Also, he was trying to figure out if Jonathan really was afraid of someone. Jace was sure he had seen a hint of fear in his eyes, just for a moment, before they turned cold and mocking. If this was indeed the case, the situation was about to get worse. Sure, Jonathan was bad news. Jace had killed him before. (or at least he thought so then!) But it hadn't been exactly easy. If there was someone, something, Jonathan was scared of, Jace ought to be to. He just couldn't summon the emotion, scared, right now. Infact, he didn't scare easy. That was why he hadn't told anyone else about his suspections; he doubted them himself.

He dumped down on the chair next to the bed where Clary was laying, her eyelids still shut. Her red hair was a big tangled mess, her skin was pale, and her cheek bones looked so sharp that you could cut yourself on them. She looked so tiny and fragile, like she was disapearing in all the blankets. Jace didn't like what he saw;

It was toturing him. Eating him up, like a worm, chewing away all his insides, nibling, gnawing, to the edges of his sanity, then rotting inside him, leaving him hollow and in pain. Then the process started over again; The chewing and the rotting, and of course, the endless pain. That was the best way to describe how he felt.

Clary POV:

Jace. She could se Jace. He was standing there, smiling at her. She let out a cry of relife; She was safe now. She was with Jace, and everything would be alright. She ran towards him and threw her arms around him, laughing in joy. But then, the face changed, and it was no longer Jace that stood there; Nore was it anybody Clary knew. She was confused. Who was he? And how did he have a connection to her, Clary? She stepped back, giving him a puzzeled look.

He was about 2 meters high, with the blackest hair she had ever seen. His eyes where pitch black too. His skin was golden and tan. Big black wings was placed in his back, and she realised he was wrapping them around her, pushing her towards him. Forcing her into his embrace. She cringed back, fear welling up inside her; She had never been more terrified in her life. The wings where strong, and even though she tried to fight them, it was no use; she was pressed up against his cold body. He chuckled, something Clary thought sounded like someone choking. Suddenly, she began feeling something;

Pain.

It was excruciating. She had never felt anything similar to it in her life. It felt like thousends of knives, stabbing her. Every part of her body was throbbing painfully. She started screaming, the only thing she could think of doing. But the man didn't react, just stood there and crushed her slowly. She just kept shouting, crying, screaming for someone to help her.

Jace POV:

Clary was screaming wildly, her eyes both open and bloodshoot. She was tossing her body around in the bed, twisting it in wierd angels, shaking so hard she might fall apart. Jace did everything he could think of to get it to stop. Unsucessfull. There was nothing he could do. He was completly helpless.

Magnus came running in, looking at Clary, then Jace, then Clary again. He was trying to do some warlock medical treatment, that wouldn't work. Soon after, Isabelle came storming into the room, Simon, Maia and Alec in her heals.

Jace just stood at the foot of Clary's bed, staring at nothing.

"Jace, are you okay?" izzy asked.

He didn't answer her. Couldn't find his voice.

Then, suddenly, the screaming stopped. Jace hurried over to Clary, and she was awake. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with sadness.

"Don't " She whispered, then her eyelids where sliding shut and she slumped down, into the same state as before. Completly gone.

Before any of them could say anything, Jonathan appeared again.

"I'm back, did you miss me?"

Everybody glared at him.

"oh come on... why so serious?"

"Tell me what we have to do, now!" Jace managed to choke out.

"My my, you seem very angry... what's the rush?." He laughed.

Nobody said anything.

"Okay. Well, were all going on a little fun trip together."

" trip?"

"Were going to go, where Clary is right now. Shadowland. Intriguing place, really." He tilted his head.

"Shadowland?"

"Oh yes, Shadowland. Either we go now, or we go never, and you know what happens if we never go." he took a moment to glance over at Clary.

"We'll go." Magnus said from behind.

"Great! it'll be fun! I have all the preparations ready for our little trip." He smiled and pulled something out of his pocket.

"Your just gonna need to take a sip of this" He handed Jace a little bottle. Jace didn't know how Jonathan had managed to have something sollid with him, since he was merely a projection, but didn't bother thinking further over it.

He looked at it. He didn't trust Jonathan. Not even a bit. It might as well be posion.

"I'll go first. Wait and se if i get ill." he told the others, not liking the situation.

"But..." Izzy started.

"Im gonna be fine" he said. Before anyone could protest further, he opened the bottle and took a sip. It stuck to his tounge, the dark icky drink. The taste was horrible, and he could feel it burning everywhere it went. He could not hear anything, and his vision was darkening. Then, he felt as if he was falling. He was being plunged into a big black hole.

A few minutes later, he had arrived in Shadowland, and the others where right behind him.

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