AN- Hey guys, I know I haven't updated recently and I don't want to make excuses but I have got a pretty good one so I'm going to say it, there is something wrong with my throat (possibly ribs or lungs as well) that's effecting my breathing pattern so… yeah. Writing hasn't necessarily been the top thing on my to do list. I've been in and out of doctor's offices and it just sucks, I have another one coming up Thursday as well as an X-ray. Sorry, again, but here I am now so YAY!

Disclaimer- I do not own The Mortal Instruments series, obviously.

Now, on to the story…

POV Clary

I woke up to a sea of black, completely black. Well, shades of black that is. I was confused for a moment as to where I was and than recalled the events of this morning. Was it this morning? I can't remember. All I knew was that it was close to the middle of the night, and I was in a completely white bed in a completely white room that looked grey caused by the lighting.

I had a splitting head ache that only worsened when I sat up. I rubbed my temples and walked towards the colorless door. I reached for the handle only to find it to be locked. I shook it some more, which resulted in nothing but loads of noise for my captivator to hear and come towards me, exactly what I did not want to happen. I sighed and headed back to the unexpectedly conferrable bed to, to, I didn't know. I didn't know what I was going to do now. I was as good as dead and I knew it.

That boy had been stalking me from a young age and I knew that nothing decent could come out of it. I lay down and stared at the celling, picturing how Jon and Izzy were feeling right now. Did they notice my absence? Have they already begun to search for me?

It was only minutes before I heard footsteps from the hall and a doorknob moving. My doorknob. My breathing hitched and my brain seemed to freeze, not comprehending anything that happened except for that tiny movement at the entrance. I looked at the door from the corner of my eye, not looking at it with my whole face out of alarm from what lies behind it. My whole body was tense as the door began to open.

I screamed.

I screamed as loud as I could, hoping somebody would hear me and help me. Please somebody help me. I was chanting that phrase in my head time and time again, without knowing whom I was talking to. I didn't believe in god. To me, his existence was absurd. After all, how could there be a god in a world with so much pain and suffering?

The boy, dressed in all black, came over to me with grace, and promptly shut me up.

With a knife.

"By the angel, shut up. It's me," his voice was laced with a British accent, his voice under different circumstances, probably would have been soothing. But in this instant, I couldn't really bother with his voice much. The knife was slightly skimming my throat, not enough to draw any blood though.

The boy took one look at my terror filled eyes and sighed,

"You don't remember me, do you?" He removed the knife from my throat and took a step back.

"It's fine I suppose, it happens every once and a while. I'm Jace," He extended his hand to me, in what I would guess to be a kind gesture but all I was seeing was the weapons. He had at least five on him at the moment, and that only brought one word to mind, murderer. He had to be trying to kill me, and assuming he hadn't done it already, he must be the type to torture his victims until their screams were so piercingly loud, so full of pain, they begged to be killed.

I scooted back away from him as far as the bed would allow me to go. He sighed, once again,

"Look, I know this is going to be hard to believe, but I DO know you, and actually, you know me as well, very well if I might add," he winked. He winked; so not only did he lie to me, he had the nerve to wink at me. He is insane; I know it for sure now. HE took a step towards he bed,

"Get away from me!" I shouted, putting my hands in front of my face, a weak attempt to shield my face from harm. I was shaking with distress, when I felt a hand of my shoulder. I screamed, again, and again but nobody came. Maybe I was alone. Maybe it was just my kidnapper and I. I realized it was useless to scream anymore, nobody was going to hear me, and I couldn't bring myself to care.

It was my turn to sigh, turning my eyes towards the ground. Jace removed his hand from my mouth,

"Just do it," I give up. He is armed and taller, has about 100 pounds on me, and has a perfect amount of muscle in all the right places. There was no way I was going to win this fight.

"Do what?" He looked genially confused and now I was confused as well, isn't he going to murder me?

"Kill me… torture me, don't rape me please though, please. I don't know what guys like you want. Just, kill me. Make it quick." I closed me eyes, in preparation for the blow; but it never came.

"Okay, well, this is the most out of it I have ever seen you. This is going to take some explaining so, lets do some friendly Q & A, yeah?"

I just started at him. Obviously, he noticed,

"Look, I know I'm stunningly attractive, but that doesn't give you the right to stare at me all the time," I kept my silence.

"Fine, whatever, don't talk to me. But you'll have to eventually," I watched as he got up and went out the door. I waited a good few seconds before letting out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding in.

Okay, so clearly this guy was out of his mind. Hoe do you run away from a crazy person? I thought for a long while but still, had nothing.

"Hello,"

"Oh thank god Izzy," I gasped in surprise. "How did you get in here? That guy is mental, did you see him?"

"Yes, I saw; and I have my ways," her face remained expressionless while my jaw was slack with shock. She wore her usual white gown and usual hairstyle, down with nothing special done to it, just straight.

"Well, we have to get out of here before he comes back to kill us," I gabbed her hand and headed to the door, and she quickly shook me off.

"Do you think he's stupid? I saw at least three other men of his size out there guarding the exit we wont make it out. Stay here and I will come back for you," She didn't give me a chance to react before she was gone. I don't know how, but she was gone.

I went back to the bed and sat, than I lay, and than I thought. I thought of everything and nothing and all in between. I thought of Jace, and Izzy, and Jon and my chances of survival. I shut my eyes, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

AN- So, there it was. There's no telling when I'll update next. Sorry, but I just finished season 5 of Supernatural on Netflix and I'm currently in an emotional stage that shouldn't be tampered with by anybody. I'm planning on finishing season 6 within the next few days so until than, see ya cousin! Oh ya,

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Love ya,

Annie.