CHAPTER 2

JACE

When I walked in the kitchen and saw Jocelyn sitting at that kitchen table, I already knew this day would suck even more than usual. Without saying a word I grabbed a plate and loaded some bacon and eggs on it. Thanking Maryse I set myself as far as possible from Jocelyn and started eating my breakfast in silence. Soon I was joined by Alec and he too ignored the silent women in the corner of the room. When John entered I prepared myself for the fight and he did not disappoint me.

'What are you doing here?' he asked his mother, voice hard and unforgiving.

Jocelyn looked hurt and nearly started crying there and then. 'I wanted to see you, I miss you and today is so hard on me. I just..'

I knew she would go on and on but John stopped her with one hand. I saw the pain and anger in his eyes. He quickly glanced my way and I gave him a minuscule nod, one only he would see.

'You have it hard? You are the reason this day is hard! You are the reason she died, because you did not want to deal with a child as gifted as she was. You sent her to that house instead of keeping her at home for one more year. So you do not get to say it is hard on you.'

John was furious, I could tell. His voice was firm and cold, he didn't yell but it felt like his words were blasted through a megaphone and looking at Jocelyn she felt the resonate through her bones. I knew it was time to diffuse the situation and get John out of here.

'You know you are not welcome here Jocelyn. We will ask you once to immediately leave this institute and return to the hellhole you crawled out of.' I said as I took John by the arm and pulled him in the hallway.

His eyes stood wild and he was flexing his fingers, a nervous tick he picked up when he was little. Alec joined us and in complete silence we made our way to the roof, where we could let our anger go without consequences.

JACOB

I never saw them coming, at least 12 demons against only 2 shadowhunters was not exactly a fair deal. Why he didn't kill me I will probably never know, but my parabatai Megan was not as lucky as me. And so were a half a dozen others. The wood was still smoking, my brother and I were standing outside, looking at the Californian Institute, or what was left of it anyway. In the background we heard the head of the institute yelling orders. Five of us left and no idea what actually happend.

'Do you know what we should do next?' Alistair asked me, a dead look in his eyes.

'We will have to rebuild, but first bury them. I don't know what else we can do.' I answered 'The clave will send help.'

I turned my back on the sad pile of rubbish and made my way down the street. the safe house was only a few blocks away and the evening walk could help clear my head.

AT THE SECRET CLAVE MEETING

'What if it is nothing, just a coincidence?' the bald man yelled.

Imogen looked annoyed. 'We all know that this attack is not a coincidence. No one just dares to say his name, but we all know who is behind this.'

'If we assume he didn't die at the Uprising, if he managed to escape, why would he resurface after 6 years? Why give away his element of surprise?' Alicia, the youngest of the group asked. A good question, with no answers.

'I can't answer that, but my guess is that he needs something, desperately and it is in California.' Imogen sighted and put her stele down 'This meeting is over, we will send some of our best to investigate and help rebuild the institute.'

And that is it for the second chapter
up until now, I have been building up the story and in the next chapter the gang will go to LA and that's where the real story will start
I broke my finger yesterday, so I won't be updating every day cause it takes longer to type it out, hope you guys understand

peace out Sara