3 Intemperance

A couple of days ago, or a few hours- she wasn't sure anymore- she had watched her friend die before her eyes. She had watched as she was slaughtered like an animal, she watched as he made a helpless child do part of his biding.

She had grown tired of trying to get her hands free, her arms were aching to the fullest, and her legs as well, for her toes just barely made contact with the ground below her. She tried to remember how many times the sun had come up, and gone down since she arrived here, but she couldn't focus long enough to remember.

Every time she tried to make an effort to wiggle her hand free, pain shot through her arms, and a sense of her body weight became even heavier as if she were getting fatter by the second.

She began pondering on why. Why is this happening to her? Why did this man grab her and her friend? Why was he doing this? Most of all; why was she even pondering that last question at all?

This man was sick; he got off on their screams, their blood, and their fear.

He was sick to let a boy help him like this. How old was he anyway? He looked no older than nine years old. She was so tired, she couldn't help herself. She knows that she should be trying to get free, but she has lost so much strength from trying, that all she wanted to do was sleep.

Suddenly she felt as though someone was watching her, she lifted her head up quickly to see the boy standing in front of her just staring at her. He stood still, and stiff. His feet were set firmly on the ground, and his expression blank. He barely blinked, barely moved. She could hardly tell if he was even breathing.

"Hello…" She whispered to him, but he didn't even respond. "Can you talk?" For a split second she saw something flash in his eyes, almost as if he wanted to answer her, but as quick as a flash it was gone again.

"Help me, please." She begged, tears running down her cheeks again. She tried to keep her voice low incase the man heard them. "I can help you, but only if you help me!" She cried. "Please!" He finally moved his head, to look at something, it scared her, maybe the man was coming, but then he turned around and walked to the table that had an assortment of knives lined up neatly next to one another. She saw his hand grasp one, and he turned to face her. Her heart began to race so fast that she felt sick.

He started to walk closer with a knife at hand.

"Please…" She whispered…

He scribbled some words in his journal, recording the boy and the two girls. 'They do not have feelings, and if they don't have feelings than they have no fear, but if they don't know fear… than why do they run?' He turned to the Bull behind him; he felt his hand on his shoulder as he wept.

"With each one, a sin is forgiven." He said to it. "You could stop this."

The Bull squeezed his shoulder, before letting go.

"You promised." He whispered to it. "You said I would be forgiven, and free with one more! I have to stop!" It groaned, making the man shiver in his seat. "No!" He cried. "Not the boy! He hasn't done nothing! I wont hurt him! I have already hurt many!" He cried into the palm of his hands. "Please go away." He whispered to himself. "Please…"

Suddenly a pulse-screeching scream filled the air, the man's head snapped up.

Another scream.

"God dammit!" The man jumped from his seat and rushed out of his room. He darted through the house, and to the path that led to the building. Through the hallway and to the gate where she stood. When she saw his face she cried out in horror, and started limping in the opposite direction. He unlocked the gate and chased her. She ran into a dark shadow in the farthest of the hanger. He pulled one of the hooks from the above racks, and followed her.

When he reached the spot she had disappeared in, she was nowhere to be found. Then suddenly a blow to his back by a blunt object sent him flying to the ground with the hook still at hand. She decided to take the opportunity to make a run for the gate, but he was too fast for her. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her down making her face crack against the cold concrete ground.

Blood poured from her mouth as she spit out a tooth, she screamed for help, but who would hear? He stood up and stomped over her. His huge boot clamped down on her back keeping her there. In the meantime he took the hook and hung it from a pipe that ran along the ceiling and into the wall. He then bent down and picked her up. She screamed she kicked, but his grip was too tight. She now lifted in the air above him, then her brought down on the hook. It pierced through her back and completely through to just below her breasts!

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He grabbed the child and forced him against the wall holding him by his throat. But the child just looked him in the eye, not once wavering his stare.

"Now we can't trust you!" He screamed at the boy. "You're going to have to pay them back somehow! I warned you, didn't I? They take advantage of vulnerability and weakness. Bury it!" He let him go, and backed away, he turned around and began to walk out of the seller. He stopped briefly…

"Now go clean up that mess!"

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He walked to where the girl's blood dripped from her hanging in the air. He had his bucket of hot water, and his scrub brush at hand. The man had removed his shirt to clean off the blood. So he stood topless staring at the dead girl.

You brought this amongst yourself…

The man came up and grabbed her carcass of the hook, causing more blood and guts to fall to the ground. "Now clean it up!" He demanded, and left dragging the corpse with him

He bent down and started scrubbing her blood from the ground. One day he'll escape this place without anyone's help…

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Present Day

The party was rocking, and the others were having more fun than they expected, down to Alec chugging beer, which I found to be quite hilarious. I never thought I would ever see the day when Alec would be partying like that! Magnus seemed to be incredibly turned on by it too.

"Hey Clary have another drink!" Maia stumbled over to me with an Anti-Freeze. Not my favorite, but it's better than beer. I took a few gulps and stumbled into Jace's side. He laughed at me and kissed my cheek.

"What's the matter babe?" His voice was husky. "Can't hold your alcohol?" I playfully slapped him, which proved to be even more pathetic than I meant it to be, but it's okay. I was drunk.

"Shut up, Jace." I slurred and gave him a sloppy kiss. He laughed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He then moved in to kiss me again, it starting from slow and simple to deeply passionate. His hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers tangling with my hair. His other hand glided down to my thigh and up my sweater.

"Get a room!" I heard a girl rudely say. I almost agreed to it when suddenly I felt nauseous. I moved away from Jace, putting a hand on my head.

"Clary? You alright?" Jace asked me, his voice full of concern. I nodded.

"Yeah, I just need air."

"You need me to-"

"No, no, no." I stopped him. I just need air, if I need you I'll call." He nodded, obviously not convinced, but Jace knew I hated to be smothered, so he let me be.

I walked outside, and felt that it was still congested. People puking and jumping, and spinning, and I just needed to walk further.

"Hey baby, what a beer?" A random boy said from beside me. I was still too tipsy to even really see where he was.

"Fuck off asshole! I'm taken!"

"Whoa." The guy backed off. "Whatever bitch."

Whatever, call me a bitch because I shot you down? Sounds like you're the bitch. I chuckled to myself; I walked up the drive way and to the street. The cold wind felt good for a change. Not too cold, but just right. I could feel myself sobering up, to much relief. I brought a hand up to rub my face. It felt almost as if I rubbed away the grogginess of my vision. I went to turn back when something caught the corner of my eye.

The old abandoned building, a broken window, and a little boy watching me from within it…

Curiosity killed the cat…