Oh gosh, im so sorry it took this long for me to update my story! This chapter will be from Jace's POV!
Do not read on if you do not like mentions of rape, incest, and brutality.
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The sudden knock on Jace's door woke him from a terrifying nightmare in which he saw a broken Clary laying on a wrought-iron bed with blood caked to the pale skin surrounding her thighs and legs. The cracked stone walls surrounding her leaked liquid, causing the moonlight from the small window to reflect onto the tears spilling off her cheeks. Although he knew that his dream wasn't real, he also knew Sebastian had the capability of setting that scenario into motion. Setting aside his thoughts, Jace called out to his door. "Unfortunately I'm unable to take visitors at the moment, please come back when I've found the only thing I care about." The hard voice of Izzy replied, slightly muffled by the door, "Jace you can't hole up in your room all day trying to figure out who took clary." Jace heaved a long, heavy, sigh before wrapping his pillow over his face for a brief second, lifting it only when he heard his door creak open. "You do know this a complete violation of privacy, right?" he replied with anger. "Like thats ever stopped me before," Izzy handed off the snarky comment before she even realized. "Look, I'm sorry, Jace, I really am. But if we're going to figure out who did this to clary, and where she is, we need to find information that hasn't come from your bedroom," Izzy replied cooly. "We know damn-well who took her, and none of you are accepting that for the fact it is!" Jace's anger flared yet again. "Okay, fine. Then lets go hunting for some demons who worshipped his damn ass." Izzy replied with frightening calm, despite Jace's temper.
Half an hour later, Jace appeared in the massive institute foyer decked out in several seraph blades fresh from the armory, and of course, his stele for emergencies. He wore all black clothing, some coated with matching leather around his chest and forearms. Even though jace's talk involved only Izzy, he knew better than to think that she hadn't told Alec and Magnus, and that Alec would be joining them on their fun little hunt they were going on. It's not that he necessarily minded that Alec coming, it was that Alec wasn't as invested in saving Clary compared to Izzy and him.
Sure enough, not two minutes later, a decked out Izzy strode down the hall with an equally decked out Alec following stride. "You seem quite put together today, Jace, considering how much danger we're putting ourselves in for you, " Alec smiled faintly as he spoke, though it was crystal clear what he thought of the information mission they were about to embark on. "You do realize that we are shadowhunters, and it is our job to hunt demons no matter the reason, correct?" Jace put a smile on his face as he spoke, enforcing a carefree attitude although his jaw was clenched and his body was tense as he leaned against the wall. "Well if you two are done with your little showdown, I'd like to make it back to the institute before sunrise, so lets move it." Izzy said, finally weaving her way into the conversation.
Making their way through a crowded downtown New York, Jace, Izzy, and Alec stayed close together, searching for any demons taking on the face of a harmless mundane. After almost three hours without seeing anything completely strange, Alec spoke up, "honestly, I don't understand why we're still out here when it's obvious we won't find any demons, and even if we did, they probably aren't even one of Sebastian's!" The venom so obvious in his words was strong enough for Jace's jaw to nearly hit the ground. Of course Jace knew Alec didn't want to be here, and he was right, there was a large chance they wouldn't find anything, but he thought Alec would be a bit more supportive, if not for Clary, then for him. "Alec!" Izzy whisper-yelled at her red-faced brother. "No, you know what, he's right. We probably won't find anything, but that doesn't give you the right to be an assh-" Jace was cut off by a sudden scream coming from across the narrow street. The toe curling mundane scream was enough to send shivers up his spine, it had sounded so much like Clary's. The three of them sprinted across the street ignoring the honks coming from several taxi-cabs. They twisted around a corner of a building until they reached a small alleyway the scream had come from. A mangled female body lay in front of the brick wall, her chest and stomach gushing blood and her eyes rolled up into her head was enough to make Jace want to hurl. Instead his eyes inched onto the wall above her, and the words he didn't realize were written there. Two single words that numbed every bone in his body and sent so much fear to the bottom of his heart. In bright red blood, the women's murderer had written them a warning. "Stop looking - JCM" Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
Oh gosh I really hope you enjoy this chapter and continue reading my fic and leaving me with reviews :)
btw- i didn't know whether or not to sign the warning by sebastian or jonathan, but i chose jonathan because that's what he would call himself!
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