RECAP!
Laurel was hit in the head and kidnapped
Isaac was found in the library late at night for reasons unknown
Alec is grouchy
Simon the mundie has yet to make an appearance
Jace is pissed at this Isaac guy because he doesn't think Isaac is who he says he is
And then Clary and Izzy are both just trying to do whatever they can to help.
ON TO THE STORY!
"Gone? What do you mean gone?" asked Jace who was trying to keep his eyes away from the dark spot in the floor.
"I mean, she's not in her room and there's blood on the floor right outside her door," said Isabelle who was visibly shaken. Suddenly, Clary emerged from the girl's bedroom holding a piece of paper.
"Look what I found in her room," she said, extending the hand that held the note. Jace snatched it out of her hand, ignoring the warmth that spread through his body as their fingers brushed, and looked over it, his eyes darting from left to right over and over again.
"What does it say?" asked Alec.
"I know who you are," replied Jace grimly as he handed the note to Alec.
"What do you think it means?" inquired Clary, her red hair sticking up around her head in a way that seemed to make her even prettier.
"Someone's out to get Laurel." Jace swallowed the lump in his throat. "And it looks like they already got her."
O.O.O.O.O
Laurel's eyes fluttered open and she looked around the pitch-black room. Her heart started pounding as the memories came flooding back into her mind.
Pandemonium, Isaac, the note, Isaac's lips, Jace, Jace, Jace. . .
Her stomach twisted thinking about the golden-haired boy. She groaned and reached to rub her head but her wrists cried out in pain.
"What the. . ." She saw the restraints bounding her wrists and she started breathing heavily. There was no way in hell he'd found her. He couldn't have-It was impossible.
Laurel heard heavy footsteps coming from above her, and she shrunk back against the wall, praying that the darkness would swallow her again.
O.O.O.O.O
"Should we get the Clave?" asked Isaac who had been in the library cleaning up the mess of papers he'd dropped. Jace still hadn't the slightest idea what the other shadowhunter had intended to do with those papers.
"No," said Jace, who was leaning against the wall biting his nails. "No, we can't get the Clave."
"Why the hell not?" asked Isabelle as she stopped pacing abruptly.
"Because, Isabelle, the Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple. I doubt there's much they can do to help with this. Besides," Jace said with a shrug. "I'll be going to look for her."
"Jace, you can't be serious. You have no idea what you're up against." protested Alec who had been playing with the frayed edges on his shirt.
"That may be but I'm not about to let an innocent Shadowhunter die." Jace snapped.
Alec sunk back against the wall and looked at the floor, his dark hair hanging in front of his face. No one said another word and Jace took the opportunity to walk back to his room.
The familiar room was plain-the walls bare and even the bedspread a pristine white color. Jace shut the door and fell onto the soft mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Why the hell am I moping around, he thought angrily.
Jace stood up and walked to his dresser. He yanked one of the drawers open and pulled out his gear. The black material was worn and familiar-the dark color always made his hair look more golden than it was. Jace's seraph blade was lying on his bedside table. He snatched it up and jammed it in his weapons belt along with his stele and a few daggers.
He found himself in front of Laurel's room where the crimson puddle was only a few moments later. He used his dagger to cut off a piece of the carpet, the fabric still soaked with the blood of the girl. Jace was outside the Institute in only a few seconds, the piece of thread in his pocket. He clenched the fabric tightly in his palm before drawing a rune on his hand. The familiar sting was almost comforting.
Jace shut his eyes tightly, and the vision came to him. He saw a dark and damp place, the walls were black and cracking. But the thing that worried him the most was the blood-It was everywhere. On the walls, on the ground, and tiny droplets on the ceiling. A dark shape caught his eye: a hunched figure chained to the wall. Their dark brown hair was stringy and their skin looked pale as if they hadn't seen the sunlight in weeks, only Jace knew that it had only been a few hours. The figure lifted its head up. Suddenly, the vision ended and Jace found himself standing on the Institute steps, his golden eyes blazing.
O.O.O.O.O
Laurel bit her lip harshly to keep a cry escaping from her lips, as the whip hit her skin.
"I trained you to be tough. What happened?" asked the voice that made her stomach churn as the whip was brought down again.
"I'm not a monster like you," she spat between clenched teeth. She would not cry, she would not give in, and she would not let him have her again.
"Without me, you'd be nothing," he retorted, his eyes blazing.
"Go burn in hell," she snapped, her face burning with anger.
She regretted it as soon as she'd said it because his hand came flying toward her head. The last thing she saw was his menacing glare before his palm hit her temple, and everything went black.
DUN DUN DUHHHHHH!
Who has Laurel?! Is it someone from her past? Someone she knew? Who do you think it is? Do you think they know what or who she is?
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~Lanny