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It had been a couple of weeks since Clary had arrived at The Academy, she was tired of it already. There was nothing for her to do here except boring classes, and since it's in the middle of nowhere in Idris, there was no wifi or cell service. She had gotten a few fire messages from Jonathan, Valentina, Luke and her Mom, but she hadn't responded any of them. The only thing that was keeping her same were her training sessions with Jace. They met in the morning before class most of the time, but they'd also meet up after class sometimes.
"Aaagg" Clary grunted as Jace flipped her over his shoulder and threw her on the training mat, her bright curl scattering all around her. It had been a long day of lounging around the campus. The first few days she went to all her classes, but then she slowly stopped showing up. At first she just missed a few, and then she barely showed up to any of them.
"Looks like you lost, Red" he turned around cockily, but she was not taking it. She quickly stretched out a leg and flung it under him as he walked away.
His side hit the mat and Clary laughed. "Not today blondie!"
"That's just a dirty move, Fray" he stood up shaking his head and she shrugged. They both walked to the bench and dried off their sweat with their towels. "Again?"
"Let's do this" she smiled mischievously grabbing a makeshift seraph blade from the wall.
They moved to the mats again and began sparring once again, this time working on their blade technique. Within seconds, the large door opened and Hodge walked in.
"Put the blade down Clary!" He exclaimed and they both stopped, "Emberbeam wants to see you in her office".
She quickly got her stuff and headed out of the training room giving Jace one last glance on her way out.
Emberbeam's eyes were cold as Clary sat across from her waiting for her to say something. Clary was still in her training gear, her skin slightly sticky from sweat and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. To make things worse, her mother, Luke and Consul Fortnight were right there looking straight at her.
"Ms. Morgenstern" Emberbeam finally said, "Do you mind explaining the amount of absences you've had lately". Clary would usually answer confidently, but she didn't have anything to say this time. "Apparently, you didn't attend any of your classes today" her eyes sank deep in Clary's as she waited for her response. Nothing came out of her mouth, which was very unusual. She didn't want to be in this school. She wanted to go back home, with her brother, with Pandemonium, with vampires and werewolves and warlocks and demons. She wanted to be free again, go out, have fun, but The Academy was like a prison. There was nothing around and nothing to do.
"Look Clarissa" The Consul said, "You are an amazing young lady with extraordinary talents. We want to help you get the best training and manage your powers the correct way, but that can't be done if you will not allow us to help you".
"Help me?" Clary felt herself about to burst.
"Clary..." Jocelyn tried warning her to control herself, but she couldn't hold it back
"You think you're helping me? All the Clave has ever wanted from me is more information from that night".
Everyone else's eyes suddenly grew wide as if they had all seen a ghost. Clary noticed how everyone was avoiding looking at her and waited for someone to speak up.
"Clary, honey" Jocelyn began in a calm manner, "the Consul isn't here because of your school attendance. There's something important he has to talk to us about."
"The Valentine Morgenstern case is being reopened for investigation" the Consul spoke and Clary's head began to spin. It had been over a couple of years since they had bothered her, but she would never forget being questioned over and over.
"I already told you everything I know" she said a little harsher than she meant to.
"While that might be true" spot he consul cleared his throat, "They still need you to go in for questioning".
"No!" Clary shouted shaking her head, "I will not go through that again"
"Clary, calm down" Luke began, but Clary raised her hand and cautioned him to stop.
"You can keep investigating all you want, but I will no longer be a part of it" She took one last look around the room before storming out and running to her room.
Jace knocked on Clary and Izzy's door looking for Izzy. The door opened slowly as he knocked on it since it was already slightly open. Not wanting to storm in, he peaked inside. Izzy wasn't in there, but Clary was furiously shoving clothes into a bag, her read curls bouncing in a ponytail as she walked back and forth.
"Going somewhere?" He asked opening the door a little more.
"I... Um... I just" she stuttered as she finished packing her bag and closed it, "I can't take it anymore".
"You know there's no way you're getting out of here right?" He raised an eyebrow, "this place is crawling with security"
"I have other means of transportation" she held up her stele before walking to the nearest wall and tracing the intricate design on it"
"What is that rune?" Jace wondered behind her amazed by the strange design, "I've never seen that before".
Clary stepped back and a few second later the wal began to glow. She grabbed her bag and her jacket and stood in front of the wall as the wall turned into a portal.
"Won't they know someone portaled out of The Academy?" He wondered.
"Yeah, so?" She raised an eyebrow. "You coming or staying?"
Jace wouldn't usually break the rules like this, but there was something about Clary that made him feel the urge to go with her. What if something happened to her? He knew she could take care of herself but he still felt like he should go with her just in case. "I guess I'm coming with you"
She her out her hand and he took it as they stepped into the wall.
Jace had never been to New York, and walking around in dark alleys behind Clary wasn't that great of a first impression. He imagined bright lights and high buildings, but all he had seen was trash cans, rats, and an old man who was yelling at himself.
"Can you tell me where we're going?" He asked as they jumped over a cement wall, "or are we just walking around aimlessly?"
"You'll see" she smiled.
They continued walking for a few more minutes, until they stopped at an old brick townhouse. They climed the fire escape and jumped through the window on the second floor. The room was pretty clean. Dark purple coverings on a large bed, an armoire, a desk with a laptop sitting on it and the large closet made him realize this must be her room.
"Is this the NY Institute?" He asked confused.
"No" she took some clothes out of the closet and walked into the bathroom, "this is my house". As she waited for her to come out, he looked around the room. There were weird drawings on the walls of runes he had never seen before. The thing that caught his attention the most was the small picture frame standing on her nightstand. He recognized her immediately. It was the same bright red hair and features, but she did look a little younger. She was smiling in the picture. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen her smiling, truly smiling out of hapiness, in the time that he had known her. Next to her stood a man, an man he would recognize anywhere. Valentine Morgentern. He had his suspicions about Clary, but he didn't actually think it would turn out to be true. A few seconds later she walked out in a black leather skirt, a very tight top, and very high heels. "I train at the Institute, but I live here".
She threw the clothes she had been wearing in the bag she had brought with her and hid it under the bed.
"Come on..." She headed out the window and onto the fire escape again, "let's go have some fun".