Chapter 2
Suffering
Jace paced around his pristine room, his hands in fists at his sides. He was clenching so hard, his knuckled were turning white.
"What do you mean she's gone?!" he shouted looking as Alec. It wasn't Alec's fault but Jace was pissed and he had to take his anger out on someone. Next to Alec was Isabelle, holding Simon's hand. The others were out trying to look for clues of Clary's whereabouts. They had broken the news to Jace when he woke up.
"She's just vanished. No note, no text, nothing," Alec said solemnly.
"We're sorry Jace⦠But we think Jonathan may be involved," Isabelle said. Jace snapped up his head and the color drained from his face. Clary had told him of what Jonathan had tried to do when Jace and him were still bound. Oh my God, what was he doing to her now?
Suddenly Jace hunched over, his skin started to glow and he felt as if he were going to pass out. Unfortunately, the Heavenly Fire problem still hadn't completely resolved. The others stood back, careful not to touch Jace as he had his fit. If they touched him, they would be burned by the internal fire. Soon, Jace's coloring went back to normal but he sat on the bed, still weak.
"Clary, my Clary, this can't be possible," he said still in shock.
"Isabelle sat next to him and tried to comfort him. Jace didn't need comfort though. He needed Clary. And he would search every part of Earth, and not stop looking until his love was found.
She didn't remember falling asleep, but somehow Clary drifted off from sheer exhaustion. Her stomach gripped in hunger pains and her throat was dry. She looked over to where the platter of food and glass of water was and grabbed them, stuffing the food down and gulping the water. She touched her cheek where Jonathan struck her and cringed. There was definitely a bruise. She tore off a bit of her shirt and put water on it. She then set the make-shift ice pack on her cheek to numb the pain, hoping it would work.
Clary sighed and looked out the window once again. It was designed so she could see out and no one could see in. Where was she? It looked like Italy, the place "Team Evil" had been before, but Clary knew Jonathan wasn't stupid enough to imprison her at a place Jace would look. Suddenly, Clary felt firm hands curl around her waist. Jonathan. She whirled around and found herself face to face with him. The door was open. How easy it would to just-
"Don't even think about Clary," he said as if reading her mind. She glared at him but he smiled.
"I'm upgrading you. And by the way, you probably won't guess where we are so you can stop peering out of the goddamn window all day," he smirked then tied her wrists behind her back. She bit back her response, mostly a string of cuss words and hateful remarks. Jonathan guided her past hallways and stopped her in front of a door. He pushed it open ad Clary saw it was a neat little room with no window or decoration. At least there was a bed.
Jonathan untied her wrists and pushed her inside, guarding the doorway. He looked as if he were expecting something.
"Well?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well what?"
"Oh I don't know. Maybe a 'Oh thank you Jonathan you're the best brother in the whole word!' or perhaps a kiss on the cheek," he said a look of amusement on his face.
"Go to hell," Clary spat.
His eyes clouded over again and he shut the door. Clary heard the lock being turned. She fell back on her bed and looked up at the ceiling, and slowly began to drift off to sleep.
