Alright, here is chapter 7! Yay! hope you enjoy!
As a side note the news about CoHF just kind of, casually, killed me... yeah... SHE IS KILLING OF SIX PEOPLE!
anyway! have fun reading! I will work on the next chapter and start a new story soon (maybe Supernatural Doctor Who crossover)
Clary set the phone receiver back in the dock, and glanced back at Jonathan before exiting the phone booth. He was patiently waiting- well as patiently as Jonathan could be- and smiled when Clary walked towards him. His smile quickly changed when he saw Clary's ashened face, and he put his arm around her shoulder.
"Clary what did Jace say? What's wrong?" Jonathan questioned as sincerely as he was capable of being.
"I...um…" Clary was torn. Not only did she know Jace was on his way to come and get her, but she couldn't be sure if Jonathan was really all that bad anymore. The clave was still looking for him, but for the few months that the New York institute had been looking for him, Jonathan didn't do anything wrong. That you know of.
"Clary tell me." Jonathan's grip on Clary's shoulder tightened, his nails digging into her skin with a painful pinch. "What did Jace say?"
"He said...he said he would find me." not a complete lie, Clary thought to herself. Jace had once told her the best lies are partially true.
"Good." Jonathan's hold on Clary softened, as he guided Clary towards the Rose n Crown, the two robots following somewhere behind. "I would like to talk to him again, its been a while and we have some catching up to do."
Clary was sure that was hardly the case, mostly because the last time they actually got along was because of a rune connecting them. Jace had told her about his time with Jonathan, before she had met up with them, and he said it was like sleepwalking his way through life. He was only partially aware of what he was doing, like watching his actions through a monitor. He wouldn't be happy to see Jonathan. That was for sure.
"Clary!" A shout from behind her alarmed Clary, and she spun around, breaking free of Jonathan's light hold, and saw Jace followed by Magnus and another woman she didn't recognise. Jace sprinted faster, but Jonathan already had his grip around Clary's wrist before she could meet him halfway.
"Let go of Clary now!" Jace screamed, the anger showing clearly in his face. "Or I swear by the Angel I will end you."
"Now is that really the way you should greet an old friend." Jonathan questioned, pulling Clary backwards so that she was pinned against his chest with one arm around her neck. "Especially when I have my sister around." Jace's jaw tightened as he looked from Jonathan to Clary.
"What do you want?" Jace replied suddenly. "Just tell me what you want with Clary."
"I need a rune from her, but I wont get it unless she gives it to me willingly." Jonathan replied simply. "And you're going to help me get it." Clary's mind was whirling with what Jonathan said, and tried to think of what kind of rune he would possibly want.
"I doubt that." Jace spat."There is no way I will help you with anything." Clary could feel Jonathan's laugh rising from deep within his body.
"Trade spots with Clary."
Jace was ready to take Jonathan's demand, when Magnus grabbed his arm, holding him back with a surprising amount of strength. He struggled against Magnus, but the warlock would not release his iron grip.
"Damn it Magnus let me go!" Jace shouted.
"I can't let you do that, Jace." Magnus started dragging Jace backwards, and had Tessa help hold him back. "If Jonathan gets his hands on you Clary will do anything to get you back, including giving him the rune he wants."
"SO WHAT!" Jace screamed. "Jonathan get some rune, it doesn't matter."
"It does!" Magnus retorted vehemently. "He will try and raise a clockwork army, and we won't have any saving grace like we did last time."
"What does that mean?" Jace asked, going up on struggling against Magnus and Tessa.
"Last time, when Mortaman created the clockwork army, he bounded demons to the machines and they were invincible." Tessa answered. "Steels shattered upon touching them, the only reason we lived is because an angel smited them all because I shapeshifted into an angel, nearly dieing in the process."
Jace stopped moving altogether, only looking at Clary still bound in Jonathan's arms. Clary must hate him for not taking her place, but he know Magnus wouldn't let go. He seemed more fearsome of the clockwork army than he had been of anything else.
"I can't just leave her, Magnus." Jace said, the power in his voice seeming to fade as the words escaped his lips.
"Your have to."
Clary only caught bits and pieces of what Magnus and Jace were saying, but it was hard to tell anything after Magnus had dragged him away, but by the time Magnus had stopped speaking, Jace looked dead.
"Jonathan, you said I can leave whenever I want, so why are you holding on to me." Clary asked, and Jonathan's grip tightened, nearly closing off her windpipe.
"I figured Jace would come alone, but Magnus has thrown a wrench in my plans." Jonathan muttered. "We're leaving...now."
"No...No,no,no." Clary begged, trying to wheedle away from him, but Jonathan's grip was stronger than her attempts. "Jace!"
Jace's head snapped up, his golden hair flipping up out of his eyes, but he could not move. Magnus was still holding him back.
"Clary I will find you, I promise!" Jace shouted as Jonathan pulled Clary away to a taxi one of the robots had hailed, with stiff movements, that barely looked human. Jonathan shoved Clary into the cab, the other two mechanical beings followed by Jonathan before it took off into the mass of other cabs.