A/N : Well, this is another chapter. I hope you still enjoy the story and let's see where it leads us to. :)

Part Four - Nightmare

I blinked my eyes.

Yes, a moment ago, I was in Jonathan's room. Sat next to his bed. And now I was standing beside a huge window. This window was high and well-ornamented, opened towards a wide green meadow. I could see a woods in a quite far distance. Everything was so green and fresh.

Idris, I realized it instantly.

I was in Idris.

This house itself didn't seem familiar. I'd never been here before. I looked around and noticed that I was in such a huge library. Down there in the meadow, I saw two figures. One of them was an adult, and the other one was a little kid. I could see their white blonde hair and realized that the adult one must be Valentine. So, I have no doubt that the kid was my brother.

I got it now. I should be in the house where my brother was raised by Valentine.

My heart jumped when the fact that the little Jace wasn't so far from me came to my mind. Jace was raised in Wayland's Manor. I knew from my conversation with Jace that the place where Jonathan lived wasn't too far from Wayland's manor.

No, I told myself, I wasn't here for that. No matter how I craved to meet Jace, I have to find out the fact about my brother first.

As my heart decided, I looked down toward the figures of my father and my brother. The distance between us was quite far, but I could hear them as clear as if they stood next to me. Jonathan was in his training with Valentine.

"You move slowly!" I watched with fear as Valentine really slashed Jonathan with the seraph blade, "You have to move faster than this! Try to avoid my strike!"

The little Jonathan, I could tell he was exhausted, turn back to ward against Valentine's strike but failed. The seraph blade which been held by Valentine cut his arm, leaving a fresh bloody wound. The blood flew along his arm before dropped onto the light green grass.

"Don't give your enemy a chance to attack!" Valentine's expression didn't change even a little after he hurt his son. He yelled as he moved to Jonathan side and pushed him hard with the blade's handle, "Even your back! Your enemy could have attack you from behind!"

Valentine slipped behind Jonathan and was ready to kick. This time, Jonathan could avoid his father, but then he stumbled and fell down.

As fast as Jonathan fell, Valentine had stood next to him. For a moment, I thought Valentine would reach for his son and helped him to stand.

"I'm tired," Jonathan's voice was trembling. He tried to stand with such unsteady legs.

Not a weird thing, there were so many wounds in his body which still bled. He must be felt so light-headed.

"Have you forget what I told you about complaining?" Valentine swung his leg and it landed in Jonathan's back. He slumped to the ground, "Stand up!"

Mustered all his energy, Jonathan tried to stand. He did it even though, I could see, with so much effort.

Just then, Valentine stroke again.

As if it was in a slow motion, I saw Valentine lifted his leg, aiming Jonathan's right side. I wanted to scream, warned him, but I know it was pointless. My brother realized the kick in a second, then tried to avoid. Unfortunately, he didn't fast enough. Valentine's kick hit him right in his stomach.

"Ughh!"

I watched them, felt completely horrified as Jonathan had been thrown. He laid on the grass, rolled over and over, holding his stomach in terrible pain. Blood trickled down his chin when he coughed a moment later.

"Uugh, Father, It's hurt!" he groaned in pain. I thought it was a reflex cause he looked as if he regret it immediately as that words slid from his lips.

Valentine stopped. He stood tall before Jonathan.

"What did you say just now?" he asked fiercely, "Say it once again!"

The little Jonathan shrank under Valentine's gaze. He even didn't dare to make a single voice. A drop of blood slowly trickled in the corner of his mouth, but he just let it dropped upon his clothes. Jonathan didn't make a single move either.

Without waiting for Jonathan's answer, Valentine pulled him harshly and dragged him to the front door then inside the house. Jonathan still didn't make even a single moan though, I knew, Valentine had hurt him once again.

Just that, from where I stood, I could see Jonathan's eyes which filled with terrible horror. For a brief moment, he looked just normal. Just the same as other kids who could be scared and feel pain.

At the moment they went inside, I realized that I'd got my cheeks wet by tears. I couldn't stop it. My tears running down my face again and again. I blinked my eyes several times but I still couldn't help it.

Is this the figures of my father whom I never knew? A tyrant who tortured his own little son?

I never knew that my father was still alive, so I had never imagine that, somewhere out there, there was a kid who suffered from his tortured.

I tried to remember, how old was I when this event happened? My brother seemed to be five or six years old, then I must be three or four years old. Now, the little Clary must be there in New York. Maybe she was with her mother, or maybe in her bed. How many hours was the time gap of Idris and New York?

Then I realized that I wasted my time with my unimportant thought. While I was just stood there and thought, Jonathan and Valentine could be doing something inside the house.

Didn't want to waste more time, I turned back to find them. I guessed they were in the training room so I headed there.

"Aaaaaah!"

As fast as I got close to the training room, I heard Jonathan's scream. I stopped myself in an instance, trying to listen carefully.

Then I heard it. The sounds of the whip lashed towards something.

Ctarrr!

"Aaaaah!"

Jonathan's screamed louder than before then followed by sobs and moans.

"It… hurts me… Father.."

Ctarrr!

I shut my eyes closed as I heard Jonathan's deathly scream. I pressed my hands towards my lips so I didn't make any sound. My heart was broken hearing my brother's scream. It needed so much effort for me not to rushed inside and snatched the whip from Valentine's hand.

I peeked through the slit in the door. It was very small, but it was enough for me to see them. Valentine stood in the middle of training room while Jonathan laid in his feet. His little body squirmed in pain.

I squeezed my coat's edge as hard as it needed to held my scream.

I couldn't stand it! Valentine was torturing my brother! I had to help him!

But right after that I realized that I could do nothing. This was a dream, I couldn't change anything from here. Everything would be just useless. I could only watch as Valentine lifted his arm again. Jonathan had already still. He had his face down so I couldn't see his face.

"Wail, and I'll whip you harder!"

Valentine's voice was cold and sharp like a razor.

This time, I heard nothing from Jonathan. Just a low sob. Instead, I saw him clenched his fists to withstand the pain.

"Stop crying!" Valentine yelled. I saw his hand moved to lash his whip which crushed right at Jonathan back. At the same time, a sounds of lashes echoed around the room. Louder than ever.

"AAAAAARRRGHH!"

Jonathan wasn't only screamed by now, he roared. A long wounded-animal-like-roar came from his mouth as his body strained and moved spasmodically due to the unbearably pain from the whipping. He arched his back as if he tried to stand, but Valentine stepped on him so he'd been crushed against the floor.

Father punished me with the demon metal whip.

I saw Jonathan coughed and more blood came out from his mouth.

I could feel my nails dug into my own flesh. It was already bleeding, but I just ignored it. I knew I was about to lose the control of my anger. My body trembled with hatred, but now my hatred was aimed to Valentine.

"You hear me, Jonathan, there's no one who's gonna help You! No one! So You have to be strong! You understand?!"

There was no answer. For a moment, I thought Jonathan had fainted, but right then Valentine lashed his whip, again and again.

"Answer me when I ask you!"

I saw it with terrors as the whip hit Jonathan's back over and over again as he squirmed again. I could see him squeezing his own hands over and over again to hold back his screams.

"Yes… Father," finally he could say it. Even though with a very soft voice, fulled with despair.

I really felt numb by now. I could felt that not only my heart, but also something else inside me that slowly collapsed. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't. No matter how evil he was, I couldn't stand seeing him being tortured by Valentine like this. Plus, he was just a little kid. How could Valentine be so cruel towards his son?

Tears started to came back to my eyes. Flew down freely along my cheeks.

"Do you understand it, Jonathan? There will never be someone standing by your side. You've got to be able to stand alone. People would just slow you down. You understand?"

A moment of silence before Jonathan little voice answered.

"I under…stood, father.."

"Great!"

After saying those words, Valentine threw his whip away.

"You know what, Jonathan?" he said slowly as if he was bored, "I know you'll be a great fighter."

It supposed to be a compliment, but I even couldn't be happy for Jonathan. Not after I saw how Valentine had trained him.

"You were born to become a fighter," Valentine continued. Now he spoke with a smirk in his face, "There's no other choice, monsters have to be so great in fighting, don't they?"

Still, I heard no answer from Jonathan. He was trying to gained his strength and stood up. Even though his legs seemed unable to support his weight, he still tried to rose.

"Everything around you will be surrender. Everybody will respect you! All you have to do is practice harder."

I swore, when Valentine said his words, Jonathan's hands moved and formed a fists. Squeezed his own hands once again.

Valentine, without giving Jonathan one last glance, turned around and walked toward the door.

"Now I have to go. I forbid you to follow me like yesterday."

As fast as possible, I rushed to the corner of the alley, hid there as I drew the 'invisible' rune.

Lucky me, Valentine walked to the opposite direction. He walked in a huge steps so he disappear in seconds, went outside through the front door.

Now I confused. Should I followed Valentine? Or I had to helped Jonathan? I could guess where was Valentine going and I really wanted to followed him. If I were lucky, I could met Jace there. My heart jumped thinking about that possibility, but this was Jonathan's dream. I couldn't go as I wished or there was a chance that I would lost in the dream world. Forever stuck in limbo.

While my heart argued, I caught the image of Jonathan coming out the training room. His body was battered and fulled with bleeding wound. His clothes torn apart in the back and I could see his wounded back. Torn and bled. His wounds colored with red and black, blistered because of the demon metal. His steps was heavy, though, and he was half-dragging himself. His motion was slow, but sure.

My brother was so young. He was thin, but tall for a kid in his age. His white hair had length just an inch down his ear. His bangs fell down almost reached his eyes. That eyes just the same as Big Jonathan had. Black and darkened by pain and determination to follow his father. It turned out that he decided to ignore Valentine's order.

I followed him from a distance. He walked through the front door, further through the meadow and the woods, til we arrived at the place which I'd ever saw in the picture in Jace's room.

Wayland's Manor.

The little Jonathan stood in the end of the woods. Leaned his body against one of giant tree, gasped for air, then looked at the manor carefully. It seemed that he was searching for something. Then, his eyes rooted into one of the window in the second floor.

Jonathan's expression darkened. The bloods that trickling down his face seemed like reddened tough it was just the effect of the change in his face. His skin became more pale.

I tried to sharpen my eyes, and I could see it.

Through the window, I could see Valentine sitting behind the piano with another kid. I could only caught the image of the kid's head which covered by golden hair.

Jace!

That was little Jace!

My heart flew with joy as I saw Jace inside that house. I hardly caught my breath.

I'd just met Jace this morning, but I missed him so much till I wanted to ran inside that house no matter how strange it would be for the little Jace.

Calm down, Clary! I talked to myself. That would cause a disaster. You have to calm down.

Right then, something crossed my mind.

The one who sat behind the piano wasn't my Jace. He is Valentine's son. Not my Jace. This Jace would never recognize me.

I felt some familiar disappointment flooded my heart. It begun to ache just like every time I think of Jace while we were apart. But I got it. Slowly but sure My heartbeat back to its normal speed, and I continued watching Valentine and Jace.

It seemed that Valentine was teaching Jace to play the piano. He looked irritated, but far from angry. He talked to Jace impatiently.

I couldn't hear Valentines words due to our distance, but I still could see him when he lifted his head, and stared through the window.

Right at Jonathan.

One thing that I realized was that I and Jonathan had the same understanding. Valentine had saw Jonathan there, and now, he was angry to death.

In an instance, Jonathan turned around, and stumbled. He fell down. His face hit the ground and now his nose was bleeding. He chose to ignore it and stood immediately. In the meantime Valentine had reached the front door.

I know Jonathan was in a grave danger. The question was...

Should I help him?