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POV Clary
I figured he would find me around lunchtime, and I was right. I'd been in the room about two hours, when I heard the knocking.
"Lunch, if you want it!" He shouted. I was shivering not because of the cold, but because I knew he would find me, I was shaking in fear. There was silence, and than,
"Clarissa? I'm coming in," I heard the door open, and than more quiet. I was deciding if I should or should not speak up when. After a moment the door opened. The door to the stalker room, that is.
"Why?" With just one word I was thrown into tears. I don't know why I was crying. Was it out of fear? Out of sorrow? I would wager a bit of both.
"Why are you in here? I don't know! I told you not to leave the room, did you not hear me?" Tears were flowing down my face now, but he showed no sympathy. I buried my head between my knees, to hide my face.
"Are you freaking deaf? When I ask you a question, you answer it!" He was mad, even a blind man could see it.
"I heard you," It came out as a whisper, weak. Just like me.
"Than why did you disobey me?" He was what I liked to call scary calm now.
"The door was unlocked," It was a pathetic excuse, but it was the truth, I didn't think he would appreciate being lied to. I heard footsteps coming towards me, light footsteps, surprisingly.
He lifted my head to face him with only one hand,
"You look at me when I talk to you, understood?"
"Yes," I lowered my eyes. There was a sting on my right cheek a burning sensation; it hurt. He had hit me.
"Did you not just hear me? Look at me when I speak to you!"
"I'm sorry," I had stopped crying now but there was still water in my eyes, and tearstains on my face. He sighed,
"Did you see the pictures?" I only nodded. Jace shook his head and glanced away.
"I'm sorry, alright? I had to," he said, and I almost believed him.
"You had to?"
"Yes," his eyes snapped back to mine.
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Because you never do,"
He walked to the door,
"Are you coming?" He asked, I nodded, got up, and followed him out of the room.
Lunch was fast, just a few sandwiches, and when I was done, I waited for Jace to finish to. We were the only ones at the table and I was starting to wonder exactly how many people were here besides him and I. Probably not many, I decided after a moment of thought. I haven't seen a single face the last day besides Jaces.
Once he was done, I questioned the whereabouts of my room and he jus laughed,
"You're not going back to your room," he said like it was a common fact.
"Well than where am I going?" I asked a bit unnerved.
"The training room."
"What's the training room?"
"My sex room," he said it simply. My face was one of pure disgust.
He had the nerve to laugh again,
"I'm only joking, your face was hilarious though," I scowled at him, though I doubt he cared. I almost got the courage to tell him not to joke about that, but than decided against it. There was no point; he would do what he wanted.
"Just follow me," his tone left no room for argument, so I followed him to the not-sex room.
We had to walk down three different hallways and rounded five corners before we got there, but when we did, you could say I was a bit unsettled.
The room looked like any other besides the fact that it was covered it a black paint when all the other doors where white.
Jace took a key out of his jean pocket, and stuck it in the key lock, turned, and than the door was opened.
Inside, the room consisted of all sorts of weapons and targets and cases and cleaners and I didn't know what to make of it. Why was I here? Did he intend to kill me?
"What do you want to start with?" He asked, picking up a rather large knife.
"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping for the best.
"What do you want to learn how to use first?" He had a habit of making people feel like idiots. I was perplexed. Me? Using a weapon?
"No," I said. Than quickly recovered my mistake, he made me feel uneasy, and I didn't want to be hit again.
"I mean I can't even drive a car, not even a go cart, and now your expecting me to use a weapon? A real weapon?"
He looked at me,
"I'm sure you'll do great," he tried to reassure me, but I wasn't buying it.
"Well I'm not," I wasn't backing down, not now.
"It's easy Clarissa, like riding a bike," I could see he wasn't, either.
"Jace, no, can't I do something else?"
"Like what?"
"Like I don't know… leave? Please?" I knew the answer before I asked the question, but I needed answers, and I needed them now, that, and a distraction.
"You know I can't do that,"
"No, I don't,"
"Well, now you do," he almost seemed sad, but I wasn't having it.
"Why can't you let me go?" It came out strong, the opposite of what I was feeling now.
He didn't say anything for a long time, and I began to think he wouldn't respond.
"Look, if you don't want to start training today, you don't have to, but you will have to start tomorrow, understood?"
"Yes,"
"Good, I'll take you back to your room, I'll come back in an hour,"
"Okay," I replied, relieved.
And we left.
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-Annie