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Magnus' POV:
By the angel, I had never seen Simon so upset. Once I had given him a list of ingredients (to keep him occupied) I walked in the living room to find a very distraught Alec. His hands ran through his black hair with his elbows balancing on his knees. His beautiful blue eyes were closed and he had a stern, sad look about him. I walked towards him, sat on the arm of my white leather sofa and attempted to give Alec a comforting hug from behind when he tensed at my touch and abruptly stood up.
"Alexander?" I asked in confusion, he had never done that before.
"Magnus, I'm- I just- Uh" he stuttered. My heart sank, clearly the anger which Simon released onto Alec had affected him.
"Alec, don't worry, I know you're in a bad place right now but-" I tried to continue, but Alec, having none of it interrupted me saying:
"See, that's what he was talking about. I got what- a little bang on the head? Jace is sentenced to death, Izzy is in prison, we have no idea where the fuck Clary is and I'm sitting on my sorry arse. I'm such a selfish brat."
"Alexander, you're not-"
"Exactly I'm not doing anything to help."
"That wasn't what I was going to say Ale-"
"Well then what? That I deserve a rest? That it'll be all okay? Well you're wrong! This whole situation is bloody wrong! Why the fuck is an innocent man sentenced for death? Why is my sister in prison? Why is a vulnerable girl kidnapped by one of the most villainous criminals out there? And most of all why is the fuck isn't the Clave doing anything? Why is everybody but Simon doing fuck all?" Alec and I glared at each other before he exited the room. I had never seen him act like that before. I walked towards the guest bedroom, where he stormed off to. I went to place my hand on the door knob, but scrunched my fingers and walked away from the door. He wouldn't want to see anyone now. I sighed and stood a step back away from the door. Alec's right, even though I may not be particularly best friends with them, they are still friends. I walked over towards the book case and swiftly, in one movement grabbed a book and using my index finger opened the book to the correct page. Smirking to myself for being so smooth I began chanting for a portal which would lead me to the Clave.
When the portal opened I had enough time to dress and accessorise. My bright blue top, mixed well with my gelled hair up (slightly tilted it to the left ) because of the dyed blue tips. My makeup was toned down today as some members of the Clave fail to realise some species are gay and there is nothing they can do about it. I wore sparkly black eyeliner to accentuate the gold in my eyes. I toned down my eye shadow, apparently it isn't professional- boring bastards. I stepped back into the living room, once satisfied with my look and just before stepping into the Portal I stuck a message on the door for Simon. I travelled to Idris in a matter of seconds and began making my way to the Clave.
Simon's POV:
After completing my scavenger hunt for ingredients, I made my way back to Magnus'. When I arrived the apartment door was open so I freely walked up the stairs to his flat. When I reached his door there was a small sparkly note.
Simon, I've gone to Idris to talk to the Clave, there is a key underneath the flower pot, leave the ingredients on my table and DON'T touch or do anything until I return. I believe Alexander is still inside. I will be as quick as I can, take the note once read.
Magnus x
I ripped the note from the door and bent down to receive the key. I unlocked the door and entered Magnus' unnaturally white apartment. I placed the ingredients (like he said) on the table and jumped onto the sofa. God I was do tired, I have to change my sleeping routine- I'm missing the whole day! The last thing I could remember was thinking of Izzy in that poor cold cell.
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I was roughly awoken by someone brutally shaking me.
"Daylighter" he screamed whilst kicking my feet off of his sofa.
"If you have damaged my pillows with soil or your daylighter dribble, you will never see day light again." I know it's only a saying, but with Magnus, everything is taken literally. I reluctantly moved myself from my comfortable position and sat up and groggily rubbed my eyes before stretching. Magnus had already made his way over to the ingredients and was already following some sort of recipe. This will definitely be a long day, with hopefully some positive outcome.
Two months later:
Izzy's POV-
Drip. Drip. Drip. I sat on the cold floor backed up against the metal, damp, mouldy wall, blinking slowly wishing to minimise the torture by sleeping. Jace and I don't talk anymore. The food portions had become smaller and smaller, I am just skin and bones. Talking takes up too much energy. Thinking takes up too much energy. Hoping takes up too much energy. I was going to die here in the freezing cold cell.
My eyes droop, not out of lack of sleep, but lack of energy from the small portions. It's as if they don't care if they keep us alive or not. It's as if they have forgotten we're here, which can be seen as a positive since it's as if they have forgotten about Jace's sentence. I could cry if there was enough water in body to escape, but there isn't. I sneak a quick glance at Jace. He's skinnier than I am because he gives me the majority of his food portions. He's come to the conclusion that he will not see the light of day again, and I will, when the truth is that it's really a survival challenge of who can last the most among us.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Simon used to like a superhero or villain from one of his comic books which left a bit of water dripping near the good/ bad they'd done. A bit of laughter escaped me when I recall the week Simon tried to explain some of the comic characters to me. I guess some of it did stick. I close my eyes and remember what I can about him, his curly, brown hair reflecting the sunlight contrasting against his red ray bands he wore in the summer which I bought him. His gamer t-shirts which I hardly ever understand, but his adoring smile when I do. My lips twitched into a small smile, ignoring the terrorising reality which I'm in.
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My eyes were closed and all I thought of was the soft dripping in the corner. Suddenly the metal doors clicked and clanged. It was not time for feeding, and they never open the doors fully. I don't bother to look up. A man with loud steps walked into the cell with his big, black, shiny boots standing before me. I would have made a rude, witty comment towards him if I had the heart, but I don't. He cleared his throat, clearly desiring my attention. I craned my neck up sending a slight pain down my spine. His face was one of the ones you'd typically depict as an evil villain in a movie with his closely shaved beard below his lips and joining together at either side of them. His eye brows were thick and his eyes were dark, but not black like Sebastian's. His face had a stern had look about him and I was almost grateful I didn't make a snide remark. He spoke:
"Isabel Lightwood, you have been released on bail." my mouth dropped open and a slight gasp escaped me. I whipped my head around to Jace who hadn't moved from the bed, but had lifted his head to meet his now dull brown eyes meet mine. We stared at one another for a while unsure of what to make of the situation. The man remained where he was and spoke again.
"You must leave the premises now of your bail may be reconsidered".
"I-" I began to stutter before interrupted.
"Iz, go" he insisted. I remained where I was with my mouth gaped open, I too shocked to do much more.
"Miss Lightwood you must leave now" I still couldn't move. Should I return home, see Simon again, help Clary get back? Or should I remain here with my brother? My body responded to my enquiries and I stood up and almost knocked Jace over before hugging him, savouring the moment.
"Jace. I- I- can't leave you"
"Izzy, your my sister, I don't care what you think, get out. Don't you dare think you will stay" I hugged Jace harder lost for words when roughly a hand grabbed my hair and drove me away from Jace.
"I'm sorry! We're going to get you out of this! I swear! I love you Jace!"
I screamed as I was dragged out of the cell and into the hallway leading to the exit of the prisons. I'm not sure how much he heard, but all of it was the truth. I started tearing up, not of the pain of his hand gripping my hair, but the emotional pain. Although I like to think things in an optimistic view. That was probably the last time I would ever see my arrogant, cocky, overprotective, loving, witty, golden brother which I loved so much. Minutes later the man shoved a door open leading to an incredibly bright light. I squinted as my eyes adapted to the light when I heard screams of anger coming from familiar voices. Eyes shut, the man shoved me forward and I buckled onto my knees when someone rushed to my aid.
"Holy shit." was the first thing he said.
"Simon?" I whispered. I slowly and carefully opened my right eye open, followed by my left to see my nerdy, curly haired beautiful boyfriend. Without thinking I ignored my shaking hands and grabbed the sides of my face before crushing my lips to his. The kiss was passionate, I bad never felt anything like it. More tears escaped my eyes and I broke the kiss, before embracing Simon. The time was bliss as I shut my eyes and pretended everything was fine. We broke apart and Simon held onto my left arm and pulled it round my neck to help my to walk, but my legs gave way so he swiftly picked my up bridal style. We didn't exchange words throughout the time he walked me to the car park, but none was needed and I leaned in closer to his chest. He treated me like a china doll when lifting me into the car, I loved him so much for it and gave him a smile of thanks before passing out against the window.
Clary's POV:
How long? How long till he realises? I sit on the bed holding my stomach and shook my head, how could I not expect this? My breathing hitched. I head the clanging of the doors. He was coming in. The door opened and he entered with a tray of food. He sat it before me. Unlike all times before he sat and watched me eat, or refuse to eat. I picked up the plate and placed it on my left before returning to playing with my nails.
"Clary, how do you expect to grow big and strong if you don't eat" I didnt acknowledge him of his comment and kept playing with my nails. He quickly came closer and grabbed my chin forcing my to look at him.
"Clary, you will do what I say or I will have to punish you" he stated before picking up a piece of the bland pasta on a fork and hovering it outside my mouth. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of giving in so I didn't and remained as I was.
"Very well" he snarled before hitting my across the face causing me to fall on the ground. My forehead hit the floor with my right hand stretched out in front of me. Sebastian walked over instinctively and placed his boot lightly over my hand before placing his full body weight on it. I could feel an hear my bones crack beneath his foot as I cried out in pain. He made his way further up my arm and stepped on my shoulder which was awkwardly positioned. As he stepped on it I could feel it being positioned out of it socket as I cried like I never had before. He left me where I was for only a few more minutes before grabbing the back of my hair and yanking me towards the bed before pulling it as far back as he could.
"Are you going to disobey me again Clarissa?" I glared at him but wouldn't let him win and stayed silent.
"Now, I don't think that's a good idea" he said before punching my arm, with me replying with another blog curdling scream.
"I'll see you later" He stood up to leave and I spoke before I thought it through.
"Sebastian..." he whipped his head round before walking through the door.
"I- I'm" I started before whispering "pregnant" he paused momentarily before closing the door and walking towards me.
"You slut" he screamed before clenching his fist and punching as hard as he could towards my abdomen. I doubled over in pain and panted short of breath. I had never experienced this type of pain. He walked out as I pulled myself onto the bed crying softly to myself. I was pregnant with that monster's child, but the child was still mine.
"I'm so sorry" I whispered before curling into a ball trying to absorb the pain.
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