This chapter was written in like an hour so enjoy but please don't hate my poor grammar mistakes, I should be studying for psych. But alas I find my self writing about this instead of memorizing the lovely Mr. Piaget and his stages :) Please review it will make me feel better. OHH and quick announcement in the upcoming week (not this one next one) I have SAT test, next day College thingy, next day Psych AP test, two days then AP US History test in the morning and then wait for it prom at night, (I'm sure my date is going to find me quite the upbeat person as I cry over my meal saying "I only had one more paragraph left or they had to base the test on the chapters that I skipped over humph" Im sorry Steven in advance please feel free to leave me right after pictures :) And if my social studies teacher sees this "I REFUSE TO BE SUBJECTED TO TAKE THE REGENTS AND A FINAL AFTER THIS TEST, and I expect to watch one of those amazing movies with Donald Trump and NFL players in it. Also I will take out the recycling" with that said I won't be updating until after that massacring week...if I survive.

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Clary

I was running not caring were I was going. I just needed to think about what happened. My father wants me to kill the Lightwoods, and also my father was against the clave. Nothing was adding up and I needed to find answers fast.

Slipping into an empty street I found an abandoned house. The roof was falling in and there were holes where the windows were supposed to be. I felt a twinge of guilt remembering that my house, the house that I grew up in and made memories in was in worst condition. Watching my step I entered the house and drew a portal to go to my new home; the institute.

I fell with a small thud in the weapons room. Quickly searching the institute I saw that it was empty. Perfect I needed to come up with a plan, and I came up with the best plans when I was fighting. So I paid a visit to the good old training room.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when I left the training room, and still no one was here. Time to put this plan in action, step one food.

JACE

"Well when we found her she was homeless, there aren't many places that I know of that she would be," I replied irritated. In truth I was worried, when Clary ran out of the institute I felt something break in me. I was overcome with the urge to run after her, to be the one to calm her down, to hold her. In truth when I saw her running out a thought that made me want to run after her that much more was that she was never going to come back again.

Me, Alec, and Magnus went out to scour the streets for a certain flaming haired shadow hunter. When the sun started to set and Alec was fed up with Magnus' complaining that his hair was getting frizzy did we turn back towards the institute. Isabelle was probably home from her date already, and Alec kept on assuring me that Clary probably came home hours ago.

I was riveted back to reality by Magnus prattling on.

"Well if she doesn't come back then I call her room, it's just divine. I knew it was the right choice to go with the bedazzled accent wall instead of the pink sparkles; less tacky if you ask me. But what can I say, I'm a genius. You know most people don't have the skill, the stamina, the absolute dedication it takes to be me, and sometimes I feel like with you Lightwoods, my talent goes simply unappreciated."

"That's not true, I appreciate you," Alec said in almost a whisper.

"You think you're the one who goes unappreciated Magnus. I mean look at me I'm gorgeous and the best fighter. Heartthrob by day hunter by night, and yet the Silent Brothers won't even whisper a thank you."

"That's because they don't talk," countered Alec as we neared the institute.

"That's a load of bull if I ever heard it before. You know that when they are alone they have a nice laugh at the idiots like you. It's not even six yet but I bet that new sensor that just got shipped in, that they are taking jello shots right now."

"Unbelievable Jace-wait do you hear that? There's a noise coming from the kitchen," Alec said with a terrified look passing his face. And as if it were rehearsed we all whimpered quietly "Isabelle."

"We should have gotten takeout before we came back," I cursed.

"Okay here is the plan we already ate at a Chinese Buffet, we are filled to the max because Goldie here thought it was absurd to pay twenty dollars per person, so he wanted to get our money's worth, and we ate so much that we were even asked to leave. Then as soon as she goes to bed we make Clary cook us something good."

"There are two huge problems with your plan," I countered making huge hand motions, "first I'm insulted, I would have never gotten kicked out of anywhere, I would have used my good looks and charming personality to stay, and SECOND CLARY IS MISSING!"

"Oh right," Magnus said looking deflated, "I forgot."

"Let's just face the mad women."

As we started the brave walk down the hallway, we were stunned by the smell.

"WOW," Alec said stunned, "it actually smells good."

"If I am dead, please nobody try to bring me back," I whispered as I looked into the kitchen door to see a beautiful woman…cooking. Clary. Her hair was swept up carelessly into a messy bun, curls falling out at every angle, when she looked up her big green eyes held mine and it felt like I was stuck in a field of electricity; which only broke when she looked down back to the doe she had been rolling out.

"I hope you guys didn't eat already. I went a little overboard on cooking," her voice rung out like a song. There was a certain melody to her voice that transfixed one to her.

"No we are starving, funny story we thought you were Isabelle. I didn't know if we could all make it through tonight without food."

"And why would me cooking prevent you guys from eating," came a voice from behind us. Alec visibly gulped and a look of terror past through Magnus' eyes before we slowly turned to be greeted by a very angry woman.

CLARY

"Figures," she began, "they say their hungry so I slave away in the kitchen. Never once did they complain before but now that another woman appears suddenly I'm old news and my food is not good enough. Men are complete assholes. Alec you've never before complained about my cooking but now there's something wrong with it?

Alec paled a couple shades and looked around desperately for help which was given by no other than Jace, who was leaning lazily against the door frame.

"Alec never said anything before because he was worried you would kill him before the food did." A moment passed when nobody said anything. Seeing the debate go on behind Izzy's head at who she should strangle first, Alec or Jace I quickly cut in.

"I'm almost finished here, so why don't you guys fix the table, and then I'll start bringing out the food."

"So Clary what did you do today?" Izzy asked after she finished raving about her "date."

"Hum, well I visited my father," I said as nonchalantly as possible.

"You're father is alive."

"Well yes, but I mean it's been hours since I saw him, so I suppose anything could have happened."

"How did it go?" inquired Alec.

"I'm afraid it didn't go so well. I think I implied that I was going to kill him. I can't remember exactly what I said though."

"You don't get along?"

"He doesn't agree with some of my decisions."

"Like what?" Jace asked, his golden eyes penetrating my gaze.

"Well I told him that I wanted to be a stripper or a prostitute. And like any caring father he wanted to interview pimps for me. You know how it goes nobody's good enough for daddy's little girl," I said as deadpan as I could possibly be.

"You aren't serious right?"

"Of course not I'm Clary. I've never thought I looked like him though. Although I do have to admit after the last Harry Potter book I am more of Team Snape."

"What?" Izzy asked confused.

"You know Serious Black? Professor Snape? Harry Potter? Are you really that isolated?"

"We saw the movies," said Jace amusement flashing through his eyes.

"The books are better, I would lend you my copies but they seem to have gotten destroyed in the blast."

"What blast?"

"Well let me tell you when an old man comes to your door and asks you to pull his finger, run like the devil is on your tail."

"I'll remember that," says Magnus.

"I encountered a funny thing on my travels today. Somebody mentioned the name Valentine Morgenstern and you see this name I've heard of it before, really it's on the tip of my tongue. Anybody care to tell me-no remind me who he is?''

"Are you drunk Clary."

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