Finally! I could make it. These are the last two chapters.

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Part Nine – My Brother

This house was shaking, and that wasn't just my imagination because Jonathan pulled away from me in an instance. He stepped back as he pulled out his sword. The same sword as before. The one he used to protected me from Valentine. It was the black one with a sign of star in the handle.

This time, that sword would be held against my friends.

"Sometimes you're just being too confidence, right?"

I heard a familiar voice. That voice was the one I would definitely recognize even in my worst nightmare. The voice which never failed to make me felt as there were so many butterflies in my stomach.

Jace! That was Jace's voice!

I wanted to turned around and looked at Jace, but I couldn't move my neck at all. I could only stared at Jonathan as his expression became so angry. I guessed it because of Jace's appearance. I imagined him jumped into this room, out from nowhere.

"How could you…" Jonathan opened his mouth but then his eyes widened. He saw something, "It must be you Magnus Bane."

"Hello," I heard humors in Magnus voice. Now he wasn't in my head, "It's good to see you again."

Now I understood. Magnus must be sent Jace and the others first, then he followed.

Jonathan turned his head to me. He looked as if he could kill me anytime, but when he spoke, his voice was cold.

"I guess, my sweet little sister had guided you here, right?"

His gazed drilled into mine with an awesome strength.

Just in a flash, I saw some feelings in Jonathan's eyes before the darkness drowned it into an endless tunnels.

A same feelings as when we talked about our mother. Anger, hatred, and betrayal.

If all this day I'd felt Jonathan so close to me, now I felt him slipped through my grip again. Back into his old self, a heartless demon.

Don't hurt them! I yelled at Jonathan.

But they're gonna hurt me, Little Sister, his voice colored by an evil humor as he replied me. And you'll gonna let them, won't you?

After that, Jonathan stroke.

Noo! I screamed, but that was useless. Jonathan had already disappear from my sight.

"Graymark!"

I heard his loud voice echoed around this house. I also heard the sound of swords clashing one another. Many people burst into this room. I could tell from their noises.

Who's he calling right that? Does Amatis still alive?

No! No! the dark shadowhunters had gathered downstairs. They'd came into this room!

Magnus! Jace!

I kept on screaming but I realized that everything was pointless. Jace could never hear my voice, so did Magnus. The spell which connected us had no longer worked out. He was focusing himself to the battle. There was no time for a conversation.

Magnus!

I yelled in frustration.

I felt someone grabbed my arm till now I was facing him. But he wasn't Magnus or even Jace.

"Clary," Simon exclaimed my name, half worried and half relieved, "For God's sake! What did he do to you?"

Simon! I yelled to tell him, but of course he couldn't hear me. Simon! Simon! Scratch the rune in my arm!

I knew Simon wasn't a shadowhunter, he was a vampire, so he wouldn't immediately understand that my condition was caused by a rune.

Oh my God! Someone, please tell my friend to scratch the paralytic rune in my arm!

And it turned out that Isabelle was the one who understood my thought even I didn't say it out loud.

"The rune!" he pushed one dark shadowhunter and stormed toward me and Simon, "There must be a rune which paralyzed her! Find that rune!"

If I could move, I would have kissed Izzy.

"Yeah, of course," Simon mumbled in a low voice as he search around my face and my neck, "It's so easy for me to find that rune. So easy. I just wish I know how it looked like."

Isabelle hissed fiercely. She checked on my arms. Her sharp eyes found it at the first sight.

"This is it!" she exclaimed as she brought her sword to my arms. The sharp side pointed to my skin. She was about to scratch the rune when her motion was stopped by Simon.

"What are you doing?!" he barked, "I mean, with that sword…"

"I'm not gonna cut her hand or something like that, Moron!" Isabelle replied as fierce as Simon was, "I have to break this rune so Clary can move freely."

While saying that words, Izzy scratch my skin with her sword and broke the rune.

When that swords sliced my skin, I felt a cold sting. Just like the sensation when I draw runes with a stele, but this was the cold ones and made bloods trickled down along my arm.

Slowly I could felt my body then I pulled my arm from Izzy's grip. It didn't supposed to make her startled, just that, my body was moved so easily and I couldn't decide how much power I supposed to use when I pulled it.

"Thank's God," Izzy put aside her sword and hug me lightly before letting me go. No more than a brief second. I knew, there were no time for a reunion because one dark shadowhunter had stormed toward us.

"Take my sword!" Isabelle yelled as he pulled out her whip and lashed it to the dark nephilim.

The figure of Valentine flashed through my mind, but I hurriedly threw it away.

It's okay. This is Izzy. I talked to myself.

Without waiting any longer, I grabbed that sword and let Simon pulled me till I got myself stood in my own legs.

Wildly, I looked around the room, searching for the person whom I missed so much even we'd been separated just for two days.

I saw everyone here. Magnus, Alec, Maia, Jordan, Luke, My Mother, and some wolves, but I didn't see Jace and Jonathan.

"Where's Jace?" I asked loudly, glaring at Simon. I couldn't find Jace here.

My friend didn't answer but instantly lead me toward the door.

I had no idea who'd gave him a weapon, but now I saw Simon holding a long knife to defense himself.

Not a seraph blades, of course.

"Jace went outside to get Sebastian," Simon replied shortly as he parried the attacks of the dark nephilim, "I think they went downstairs."

Fast, I yanked my hand from his grip, ignored his call, and ran toward the door. I had to pushed and stabbed some dark nephilim but I was too numb to ever gave them a second look.

I have to find them!

Before I reached the door, I saw Magnus and Alec fought side by side. I found it a little bit strange because I knew they were already broke up, but at least they were still protecting each other.

My eyes met Magnus and he give me a wink, right before I stormed out of the room.

I ran along the alley and there they were. they hadn't reach the stairs and were fighting in the living room. Jonathan and Jace were holding their swords against another. Their expression both flared with hatred.

Before I could reach them, Jace lunged forward. He drew his sword which parried by Jonathan immediately. Tehn, My brother jumped, too fast too be seen. In a blink of an eye he were behind Jace, slashing his sword.

I knew Jonathan was so fast, but Jace was the one who could match his speed.

Before Jonathan sword could slice through his back, Jace spun and sprung aback.

I watched them fight with horrors filled my mind

They were equally agile, both had an awesome grace that could only own by angels, or maybe demons. They were both strong too.

I could only watch as their sword kept on clashing. A bit amazed with their battle.

I knew I had to move, but to whom I had to aim my strike?

Not Jace, for sure. For angel's sake, I would never hurt Jace. You could kill me dozens times, I still couldn't hurt him.

To my brother. I knew that's the right answer but somehow I couldn't lift my sword to kill him.

At last, I was just stood still and watch them carefully. I knew above all thing, I should protect Jace.

"I wonder," Jonathan opened his mouth as they revolved against each other, "Do you really think you could kill me? Would your angel heart allow you to do that?"

Jonathan laughed. He sounded so cruel. I almost couldn't believe he was the same person as the one who danced with me today.

Jace stroke and Jonathan parried his sword lightly as if they were just training instead of in the middle of real battle.

"I think I had the Mikhael's heart," Jace replied with his usual cynical smile, "You know, he used to slaughter devils."

That words didn't seem to bother Jonathan. He laughed in devilish way instead.

"Well, then, let's see whose sword is the one which get the blood first."

Jace bowed to avoid Jonathan's sword as smile played in his lips.

"The runner up is the worst loser," he said teasingly, but I could see anger flashed in his eyes, "I am not loser, of course."

After that, Jace fastened up his attack's speed. Their motion became so fast and I hardly followed them till the moment when Jonathan kicked Jace's chest so hard till he flew across the room and hit the wall. Almost didn't stop to take a breath, Jonathan rushed forward. He aimed his sword right at Jace.

"No!"

I shrieked.

I had no idea what I was thinking at that time, or maybe I hadn't thought at all. All I knew was I had to protect Jace.

And the next second, I threw myself between them.

Jonathan, a bit surprised with my act, stopped his sword just in time. The tip of his sword had touched my neck. I could feel something trickled down along my throat.

I shut my eyes closed and had my arms wide opened to protect Jace from Jonathan.

How stupid I was. I had a sword in my hand, but all I did was throwing myself into his sword.

"Step aside, Clary!" Jace yelled. He jumped and pointed his sword right at my brother's neck, "Let go of her, Sebastian, or I'll push my sword. I need only one or maybe two inches."

Jonathan smiled. He stared right at my face.

"You know you're never good at math, Angel Boy."

"You could try me."

Jonathan didn't return Jace's words. He was still looking at me. His voice was cold and stern when he spoke to me.

"If I stab you right now," he said in a low voice. I returned his gaze without any single sign of fear, "This Angel Boy will kill me right then, won't he, Clarissa?"

I didn't answer, but my gaze was enough to explain it.

Yes, I had no doubt Jace would do that. He even had already thought to stab Jonathan before he could plunge his sword into my neck.

"But if I lowered my sword," Jonathan continued. He gave Jace a sharp glance, "No one could guarantee that he would do the same thing."

I looked at Jace. He was frowning. He looked at Jonathan as if my brother was the demon, and he couldn't wait to kill him.

"Jace," I called him. I wanted to say that I wouldn't mind to die as long as I could save the world, as long as I didn't have to kill my brother with my own hand.

Unexpectedly, Jonathan jumped back. He pulled his sword from my throat and also avoided Jace's sword. I saw Jace ran to chase him.

I stunned as they, once again, clashed their sword over and over again, trying to rip the other's body. It seemed like I was watching a sword dance.

Slowly, I lifted my hand toward my neck and wiped a drop of blood.

I realized, my action was a pure reflex. I didn't move my sword at all. Instead, I threw myself to be Jace's shield.

I could lifted my sword to kill Jonathan.

I knew it was ridiculous. They were fighting in front of me, but I couldn't make a decision who was the one I wanted to help.

I would give my life in order to save jace, but I didn't want him to harm my brother.

Tangggg!

I blinked. Jonathan and Jace now were standing face to face. Jace's sword pushed him so he had to parried it with his sword before it sliced his head. They stood still. One was pushing, and the other one was defensing.

"You really want that honor, don't you?" Jonathan said teasingly. An evil grin showed up even though Jace's sword was so close against his face, "The clave would give you a golden cage if you could kill me."

Jace growled. Now he wore such a strong-willed-expression. There were no smile left. He'd decided to kill Jonathan whatever it took.

Jonathan didn't see him coming, but at Jace kicked him so hard. This time, it was Jonathan's turns to flew across the room and hit the wall. Jace moved in an unbelievable fast motion and now was standing in front of Jonathan, pointing his sword right at my brother's chest.

"An inch," Jace spoke to Jonathan in a deep growl, "Or maybe two?"

I saw my brother looked up and grinned.

"Kill me," he ordered, "Make the Clave proud of their dog."

Jace narrowed his eyes.

"Don't bother to ask," he replied, "I am going to kill you."

Even though Jace said so, he still didn't move his sword. Even when Jonathan slowly stood and enforced himself, Jace sword still pointed toward his chest.

Between the numb, I saw Alec and Isabelle rushed into this room. Alec held a dagger in his hand.

I didn't know what happened with his bow. He usually avoid a close combat. Now he was holding a dagger, and I could only wonder how he used it.

Alec.

Alec who'd never kill a demon at all, I remembered Jace told me about that long ago. Now, that Alec was lifting his hand, and threw the dagger toward Jace and Jonathan who were still fighting in the center of this room.

I knew by now, Alec understand that even Jace could kill demons easily, it was different with human. Now Alec's dagger was aimed toward my brother to end everything.

My eyes widened, but screams never left my lips.

A scene flashed in my head. The one when My brother pulled me and parried Valentine's sword. I recalled his voice when he yelled at me, telling me to go away from that place.

And then, everything happened in a flash.

I remembered the feeling when I moved my legs, I also remembered that I stretched out my arms just like when I protected Jace, and above all things, I remembered the pain when the dagger which been thrown by Alec plunged into my chest.

Something ripped my chest and took my breath away as the crippling pain spread from my chest through all my body and reached every tip of my fingers. I gasped, but the air sent more pains into my lungs.

I heard Jace screamed, and also Jonathan's groan. I saw Alec's face which now filled with terrors before I fell into a pair of arms which prevented my body from hitting the floor.

"Clarissa," I heard Jonathan exclaimed my name, not only angrily, but also a little bit scared. I felt my body was spun in such a way that now I was laying on the floor.

Wrong. It felt wrong. My brother's voice would never sounded scared.

Next second I felt a sharp sting in my chest and I screamed. That pain twisted my chest but I still could see as the dagger which a moment ago was in my chest, was whizzing toward Alec. He still stunned in shock. Izzy was the one who pushed him aside.

"Ukh!" I heard Izzy gasped as that dagger plunged into her arm, but she pulled it out immediately. Her face was pale.

"Clary!" I felt an arm lifted my upper back and now I was looking at Jace's face. His eyes widened in anger and worry. That heavenly fire made it flare brighter.

"Why did you do that?" he asked in frustration.

I knew Jace wasn't angry at me, even when he glared at me like now. I could sense that he would feel really bad if I showed a single bit pain.

But it impossible for me to hid the pain when all I could feel was pain.

"My brother…"

At last I could only make that two words.

I wanted to tell Jace that I saw him in Jonathan's dream, how Valentine had treated my brother, and above all that matters, I wanted to tell Jace that I miss him so much. I wanted him to know that when I was watching my parents danced in the woods, I recalled Jace was the only good thing that happened as the result of Valentine's madness.

I also wanted him to know that it was crystal clear for me now. I could see all the things clearly, even from Jonathan's side.

Do you think I have a place in this world, Clarissa?

I will create a pure world, free from the clave's grip.

But I couldn't tell him because every time I took a breath, it just pain that controlled my mind.

Jace blinked. He heard what I said. Hurt and anger came across his face. He laid my body back onto the floor and enforced himself.

"You!" he screamed. His voice was so loud, drawn by wrath. I turned my face fast enough to see him storming toward Jonathan. Now they were both weaponless. Jace stretched his hands and grabbed Jonathan's throat. They both fell onto the floor. Jonathan also held Jace's neck and squeezed hard.

Jace! I wanted to stop them, but I couldn't make any single sound. My chest throbbed more painfully. The pain blinded my eyes and drowned me down into a bottomless darkness. Deeper and deeper.

"Jace."

Finally, I could only make a faint whisper right before the darkness dragged me down.

The last thing I saw was fire.

The heavenly fire that suddenly flamed from Jace touch in Jonathan's throat wrapped their bodies, turning them into a giant torch.