This is a longer chapter, mostly because I am trying to get as much writing in before I have surgury on my shoulder an become all loopy and stuff, so yeah hope you enjoy this next chapter. There is a bit of a twist and a few of you have sceen it coming, but I hope you like it!
Greygirl2358: haha your on the right track
BlueOasis99: You'll see ;)
"Alec I know you miss me but this is pathetic." Magnus retorted through the phone. "There is no way I am coming to the institute for you."
"It's Clary...if you don't want to do this for me, please do it for her ...or Jace." Alec's voice sounded defeated, Magnus could almost see the color draining from Alec's usually brilliant eyes.
It was true that Magnus still hadn't been able to get over what Alec did with Cameil; that he had been so jealous of that woman he couldn't bring himself to care for, but Alec really did sound desperate.
"Fine...but just for Clary…" Magnus cracked under the pressure. he couldn't turn down someone who was in need, even if it was a nephilim. "I'll be over in ten minutes."
Magnus hung up his phone and looked down at his cat, who was purring against his leg. He reached down his glittered hand and rubbed the cat's head absently as he thought of the situation he was getting himself into...again. Finding Jonathan wasn't going to be easy, especially if the demon-blood infested shadowhunter didn't want to be found.
Slowly, Magnus grabbed an old leather bag- actually a gift from Camille as it was ha-ha- and grabbed a few jars of crushed bones, fairy's wings, eye of newt, and rosemary vine among other miscellaneous items. Then with one last look at his apartment, Magnus exited the house and went out into brisk fall air, wrapping a blue scarf around his neck with a flick of his wrist.
Voices carried in the institute batter then most would realize, and right know Jace wished it would be silent. After they had gotten back from Coney Island Alec went off to call Magnus, Isabel went to call her parents so they could inform the clave, and Jace did nothing. He hardly knew what to do, and felt so useless.
Clary just hold on, we're coming for you.
Jace retreated into the training room and started dagger throwing target practice, one after another with a thwack against the wooden target. His mind was hardly focused on throwing the blades, but each one hit the target, dead on. His mind was so set on Jonathan and the revenge he would take on him that he didn't hear Alec enter the training room until he was just feet away.
"Come to check up on me?" Jace snapped throwing the dagger into the target.
"No… well yeah, but also to let you know Magnus is on the way." Alec reported. Jace finally turned and looked at Alec his face a mask of coolness that hid his apprehension. He really didn't want Magnus here.
"Were going to find her Jace and when we do we will take Jonathon out so he will never hurt anyone again." The fire in his eyes was false, a way to fire up Jace, but it only made him feel worse.
"Jonathan has no restraint, and we hardly know what he wants." Jace stated his fear manifesting as a slight waver in his voice. "Clary could be just a bargaining chip, and we could find her too late."
"We won't."
"But how do-"
"We won't be too late, Jace." Alec said in a way that made Jace feel like he shouldn't argue back. "We always have a way of coming through things, even if were a bit worse for wear." Jace looked at Alec, and this time the smile on his face was genuine.
From the training room the Parabita heard the doorbell for the institute- Magnus had arrived in five minutes- and Alec's smile faded. Jace laughed, and Alec sent him a glare.
"Come on you need to be by my side since you made me call Magnus in the first place." Alec gripped Jace by the sleeve of his shirt and dragged him out of the training room and towards Isabel who was walking Magnus inside.
"Alec, Jace so nice of you to join us." Magnus was snarky as ever, but by the reddish hue in his cheeks, Jace could tell her had hurried over her. "So when can we get started?"
The scraping of Clary's silver fork on the fine china plate, while it played with her scrambled eggs, was irritating Jonathan, and she could tell. She continued without falter all but once, a brief pause that distanced all but ten seconds before the fork fell back onto the plate and scraped along the eggs and french toast. Clary, who was in the midst of drawing the run of power in her cold eggs, was cut of by Jonathan clearing his throat.
"Clary, aren't you hungry?" Jonathan asked looking like he was about ready to strangle her. She shook her head, her monstrous tangles of red hair swishing around her face, and looked back at Jonathan.
"I'm not really in the mood since you kidnaped me from Jace...and Alec and Isabelle." She added her friends to the end of her statement and hoped Jonathan hadn't noticed the hesitation between the names, but as always, he did.
"So this is about Jace." Jonathan threw his head back in laughter, his platinum blond hair catching on the gas lamp lighting that illuminated the room with an ominous glow. "It always it isn't it."
Clary blushed, and turned away in embarrassment. Am i really that predictable? And as if reading Clary's mind Jonathan stood up walked around the large finished wood table and rested his hands on each of Clary's nearly naked shoulders.
"You are always thinking of each other." Jonathan mused above her, his voice bouncing around the massively empty dining room. "Father was right, 'to love it to destroy'."
"You're wrong." Clary shouted in protest, squirming at the same time to be freed from her brother's restraint, but his grasp was firm, and she wasn't going anywhere.
"Am I? All those times you went after each other and then go hurt, how can you say that your love for Jace didn't hurt him. You can't even touch his bare skin without harming yourself, all in the name of love." Jonathan laughed. "You two are pathetic."
"SHUT UP!" Clary screamed, a single tear emerged from her eye, before she had the thought to suppress it, and it rolled painstakingly slow down here check then leaped from her chin landing somewhere among her cold breakfast.
"You know I'm right." Jonathan whispered in Clary's ear. "But it doesn't have to be that way forever. We can get rid of all the Shadow Hunters, I have found something even better than the demon cup to take my revenge on the nephilim.
"What are you talking about?" Carly questioned. Behind her the whoorl-clicking noise came closer and closer, and she felt Jonathan's grip tighten.
"Take my sister back to her room, and make sure to lock the door." Jonathan ordered, letting go of Clary. She was up on her feet in a minute, and before her were steel and brass framework with cogs jutting out in the middle while they turned at an alarming rate. The disturbing excuse for arms resembled the pincer of a crab, and were much faster than Clary had anticipated. The two machines were had her in there grasps and were dragging her down the hall.
"So this is going to help find Clary?" Jace asked for about the hundredth time since Magnus had set up his warlock spell pentagram. Magnus was busying himself arranging jars filled with who knows what, and ignoring Jace's questions entirely.
"Yes Magnus is good Magnus is wise." He replied after brushing of bone dust from his hands. "And now I need a personal item of Clary's so I can track her or get some sort of read of where she is at." Jace reached into his pocket and pulled out a small number two pencil. The eraser was worn down almost all the way and bite marks surrounded the metal end that held the eraser in place. She was always using her pencils until they were too small to use. Magnus reluctantly took the pencil and put it on the top of the dish of acrid smelling substance and lit it on fire.
Magnus gasped, throwing his head back his eyes closed in pain as he exhaled a labor breath.
As the machines dragged her back to her room a sudden headache over took Clary and she screamed out in agony, as flashes of blue came across her vision. She looked to either side of her, the robots still carrying her as if nothing had changed and suddenly a pang of recognition filled her mind, but it was forgen like someone else had put the feeling there.
She closed her eyes, trying to get air back into her lungs after the headache faded and she tried to understand what exactly happened back there, and why the was something familiar about these mechanical monsters at all. Clarys body fell to the floor inside her room and she flipped over to her back just in time to see the door close on her, the robots with a strange smile to their face as if they enjoyed seeing her in pain. but that isn't possible,is it?
Magnus sunk down to his knees, and felt the fire from his spell go out in a sudden rush of supernatural wind. He knew what he saw- never in his life would he have imagined to see those things again- and there was no way he could forget it. A pair of arms were lifting him up, and as he uncovered his eyes, Magnus saw that it was Alec who was lifting him off of the ground and to a nearby couch. Alec didn't notice, but Magnus was staring at him while he looked at Jace, worry forming in the creases on his forehead- he was getting older.
"Magnus what did you see?" It was Jace who was speaking to the shaken up warlock, and after a moment of regaining his composure did he stand up and go to his bag.
"Something I wish I hadn't." Magnus said, a slight waver to his voice he hardly recognized. He was never one for showing fear, there was hardly anything that could scare him.
"Was it Clary? Is she-"
"Jace Clary is fine, but...I need to get into contact with an old friend I haven't seen in…" What, over a century?
"Who is it?" Isabel said chiming in the first time in a while.
"Her name is Tessa, and she won't be happy to hear from me."