RECAP!

Clary was taken by Valentine

Laurel had some sort of vision-thingie

Jace might have feelings for Laurel

And someone is screaming

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But these weren't screams of terror, Jace noticed, they were screams of rage: Screams he recognized. Valentine's screams to be specific. He looked over at Laurel, the shattered look her eyes had held only moments before disappearing, only to be replaced by confusion and focus.

"What the hell?" she asked as she rushed over to the cell door.

Jace heard footsteps and Isaac appeared in front of the metal door that kept the two Shadowhunters out of freedom's reach.

"Hello Laurel. My, my, don't you look lovely? Even dressed like that," he said, his voice smooth.

Jace pointed a finger at his now-open mouth as he made overly-dramatic gagging noises. Isaac scowled at the golden-haired boy before turning his attention back to Laurel. "Valentine says we'll be leaving soon."

Laurel nodded her head. "Fine. Do you have any clothes I could change into?" she asked, pushing her brown hair behind her ear as she chewed on her lower lip.

Isaac disappeared before returning back a moment later holding a stack of clothing that looked to contain little color; mostly blacks and greys. He handed them to Laurel who's eyes widened as they glanced over at Jace.

He smirked at her and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, What are you going to do?

"Get dressed quickly so we can get out of here. That redheaded bitch is being quite difficult and I don't think Valentine can put up with her for much longer," Isaac said as he once again left them alone in the dark cell.

Laurel's hands went to them hem of her torn shirt but she stopped when she saw Jace looking at her, still smirking.

He put his hands up in surrender and turned to face the stone wall, tapping his foot as he waited. His mind was still spinning despite his seemingly calm demeanor. Laurel gave herself up to Valentine, Valentine had Clary off somewhere and was doing God-knows-what to her, and then there was him. What was going to happen to him? Would Valentine-

"You can look now," Laurel said, interrupting his train of thought.

Jace turned to look at Laurel and he found himself staring at her for a moment before he cleared his throat. She was wearing a black blouse that had a low V-neck and hugged her faint curves. She also had on a dark grey skirt that stopped at about mid-thigh and it stuck close to her legs. A pair of black heels added a few inches to her short frame and made her legs look-

Focus!

Geez! What was with him?

"I still don't get it. Why are you going with Valentine?" he asked, his brow furrowed as he tried to re-focus.

"He said he wouldn't hurt you," Laurel said softly, looking at the bloody and ripped clothes in a pile on the floor.

Jace drew in a sharp intake of breath. She was going with Valentine for him?

She really did care about him. So much that she would give herself over to the man who had made her life a living hell.

"Laurel-" he began, but she cut him off.

"It's okay Jace. I'm going with Valentine and I'm going to walk through hell with a smile on my face. You don't need me, I know you don't, you know you don't, so don't lie to yourself and say you do."

Jace bit his lip. What was he supposed to say? Yes, I have feelings for you? His thoughts were once again interrupted by the sound of the cell door scraping against the stone floor as Isaac opened it and walked inside. He was wearing dress pants, a white button-up, and a pair of polished dress shoes. He looked at Laurel, a look Jace knew very well glinting in his eyes as they ran over her, slowly but surely.

The blue-eyed boy tossed a few articles of clothing at Jace which he caught easily.

"Any reason you're giving me clothes?" Jace asked, looking at the items in his hands which were identical to the ones Isaac had on.

"Because," Isaac said bitterly. "Valentine wants all of his children together. And that means you too Mister Abercrombie."

"How sweet, you remembered my nickname," Jace said, placing a hand over his heart. "I'm absolutely swooning."

Isaac snorted before taking Laurel by the elbow and leading her out of the cell as he shut the door behind him. "Get dressed pretty boy!" he called out as he made his way down the long and empty corridor.

Jace put on the clothes, the fabric fitting snugly against his muscles and making him feel as if he would rip the clothing if he moved. "By the Angel, I feel like The Hulk," he muttered, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt before he leaned against the wall, a plan formulating in his head. Get Laurel, get Clary, get out. Three easy steps. But Jace knew it wouldn't be that simple:

It never was.

O.O.O.O.O

Laurel was staring wide-eyed at the scene before her.

Isaac had led her down the hallway, obviously checking her out in the outfit she was wearing which put most of her legs on display along with the deep V-neck that made her think she was going to have an awkward moment with her father.

Another scream of rage had erupted out of nowhere, startling the brown-eyed girl and sending her falling backwards into Isaac's awaiting arms before he pushed her against the wall and began to kiss her like he would never feel her lips again.

Laurel had fought, struggling against his arms that seemed to hold her in an unbreakable grip. He was too strong for her. There was something that made him faster, stronger; and that something was absolutely terrifying.

Was he one of Valentine's experiments? Was he something that had been created for that white-haired man's amusement?

The thought had made her stomach churn.

She'd quickly realized that if she wanted to get out, she would have to at that very moment, or this could go farther than she'd wanted it to. There had to be something, anything, that could help her.

It came at her like a bat hitting a baseball.

The vision washed over her, absorbing her in everything that it was, forcing her to see a whirlwind of memories that made her want to retch.

She could see Jace holding her, she could see Jace crumpling to the floor, she could see Jace leaning in to kiss her; all she could see was Jace.

Isaac pulled away from her, disgust evident on his angelic yet cruel features.. The fair-haired boy scowled and grabbed her wrist, his grip like iron.

"You aren't very good at hiding your emotions. Funny thing, neither is that other bitch. The way you look at your brother-wishing he was yours, wishing you could have his arms around you-everyone sees it. Especially Valentine. He'll do anything to put you through hell. And if that means hurting his own son, he's more than willing. And next time, you might want to keep better control of your abilities."

Isaac had then yanked her down the hallway, muttering a string of curses in Latin under his breath. He pushed open the last door and his eyes went wide as well as Laurel's when they'd seen the sight in front of them.

Valentine stood there, holding his hand which had a stele stabbed through it as Clary watched him bellow in pain, her arms crossed over her chest. She was dressed just like Laurel in a black blouse, grey skirt, and heels. Her fiery hair was sticking up in every direction and her emerald eyes were dark.

Her gaze landed on Laurel, something in her eyes gleaming. Laurel looked at Isaac who was being yelled at by Valentine as he tried to pry the stele from his hand and she nodded her head before picking up a dagger off a nearby table and making her way toward Isaac, grateful for Valentine's screams which hid the sound of her high-heels moving across the marble floor.

Laurel held the dagger up high before bringing it down in a graceful motion that should've sent the blade through his spine but instead she found Isaac holding her wrist, his grip tightening until she finally dropped the weapon from the pain of his fingers crushing her hand.

The next few moments were a blur.

There was a flash of gold and Isaac screamed. Laurel could feel the sticky blood spray on her, dotting her skirt and top with dark spots. A pair of hands shoved her back and she went flying into the wall, gasping in pain as her head hit the stone. She could feel her own blood-warm and heavy-dripping down her neck.

Jace.

He was there, fighting Isaac, his eyes blazing as if the spirit of the angel lived in them. He was holding a sword while Isaac was holding two daggers-one of them the one Laurel had been holding moments before-and he was using them to protect his body from Jace's well-aimed blows.

Valentine was fighting with Clary, who was only barely avoiding his slashes at her with his sword, as she moved around the large room, no doubt searching for a weapon. Laurel felt around on the floor next to her and her fingers wrapped around the hilt of a dagger. She picked it up and waited before throwing it as hard as she could. The blade whirled through the air until it made contact with the wall by Valentine's head.

He turned to face her, and Clary jumped forward, stele in hand, as she started drawing something on his neck. He flung his hand back, sending the petite girl flying into a wooden table that shattered on impact.

Jace was fighting off Isaac and, by the look on his face, you could tell that his stamina was decreasing-slowly, but surely. He turned when he heard the crash and, when he saw Clary lying there, his face went pale.

Isaac took his chance used one of the daggers and swung it across Jace's upper arm, leaving a deep gash in its wake. Blood seemed to pout down Jace's arm but, in one final attempt, he flung his sword forward.

Laurel blacked out before she could see what happened.

O.O.O.O.O

Laurel had been out for maybe a few seconds before she sat up from her slumped position on the wall, finding that everyone was still fighting like madmen.

Her eyes searched the room for Isaac. Really though, she was searching for Isaac's body. Jace wouldn't have left him alive; he would've either killed him or injured him to where he couldn't fight. She saw him, standing up and making his way towards her, the front of his shirt soaked with blood as well as his pale hair which now looked as if it were as red as fire, the ends dripping scarlet blood.

He yanked her to her feet as the fight raged on around them and stood behind her, pressing something cold to her back.

"You know, Valentine showed me a neat trick when I was younger. There's a certain spot on a person's back that, if you apply enough pressure," he said as he pressed, what Laurel knew was a blade, the cold metal into her back, cutting it into her flesh, "you can pierce their spine and paralyze them before it will pierce their heart. All I have to do is just press this forward and-"

There was a scream of pure terror, of pure shock.

And then everything went black.

Yes! Revised/edited version!

In this chapter, Laurel has another vision, Valentine fucks up Clary, and Jace comes to the rescue. . .sort of?

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR READING MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS!

~Lanny