Simon was a gentleman as he swept her across the ballroom, arms length from her body and surprisingly elegant for such an awkward looking boy.
You're just as awkward how are yougoingtokilltheshortmanwhatareyougoingto-
"So Simon..."Clary blurted as they twirled across the floor. The live band was beautiful, bass strong and tempo slow. Simon looked down at her from bellow the rims of his glasses and Clary wished she could be attracted to him. He seemed so nice..."tell me about your friend."
Simons eyebrows quirked up a little bit, "I'm afraid that's a need to know kind of thing..."
She giggled, wrapped her hands tighter around his neck. "Please..." she pouted. His smile was lopsided and beautiful.
"Jonathon isn't really all that big of a deal, I grew up around him and his family and he calls me when he needs some tech help" Simon spun her in a circle, dipping her down so her head tilted all the way back.
She saw Isabelle clutch onto the shortman's arm, desperately almost, Jace threw a worried glance around the room before placing a hand on the man's shoulder an-
Up she went spinning in sequence with Simon again. "I...I'm sorry I can't dance very well, I was never taught" she said to him.
What are you going to do, Jace doesn't love you, Simon is holding onto you, you don't know where you are how are yougoingtokillhim!
Her thoughts were screaming pain, a lobotomizing strain of words and sentances and- "Fuck!"
"What?!" Simon looked at her in surprise.
She looked up at him, black dots crowding her vision as the ache pounded her skull into smithereens. "I-you stepped on my foot..."
"Oh.. sorry, I'm really clumsy and..." his voice faded, as did the world, and Clary no longer felt the dancing motions but the nauseating sway of their rhythm. She was on the brink of collapse, weightless and filled with suffrage. Come back...she whispered past the wall of torture, please
What are you going to do whatareyougoingtodoyou'reuseless!Useless useless you can't do anything you're goingtodie-
Faint.
The Voice was so relieving it made tears spring in her eyes. The other thoughts faded, and Clary could see the world again, Simon's concerned face before her. "What?"
Pretend to faint you idiot!
A breathless smile, glistening eyes and blushing freckled cheeks accompanied her stunned "Okay..."
and she did just that. Fell to the floor in a heap, tears streaming down her face. Happy tears...because It was back! The pain fled from her mind and memory, her self-consciousness wiped away.
You're beautiful and strong and independent and free. You could rule the world.
"Yes" she whispered to herself, the ceiling above a glittering mass of blur due to her tears. Her happiness was a hiker, making a mountain of her throat as it climbed up up and out in a silent and breathless laugh of joy. She writhed on the floor, hands in her hair as she caressed her skull. Oh god she missed It. She missed It so goddamned much.
You can do anything, because you are a woman. And you are free. You don't need a man or a dress or a mother or a father.
You are perfect.
Clary's smile felt like the sun on her face, her heart filling with a dark kind of light that she didn't know was missing until she felt it again. Her chest felt full, her breath heavy, her limbs were her own. "Yes..."
He's coming now, make sure you get him alone.
Clary wiped away the tears and felt a grubby hand on her shoulder. She met muddy brown eyes that bulged from a greasy bald head. Her next target.
Arnold, his name is Arnold. He'd said it to-
her father. His nickname was Arny. Yes, she remembered. the Voice chuckled and the same low timbre slipped from her lips.
Act this out like it's for a fucking Oscar...
"I haven't eaten in forever, it must have just gone to my head. I'm so sorry." Clary grabbed onto the arm of the man as he pulled her up. His eyes held a selfish kind of concern. Like he was wanting to get her alone too, but for an entirely different reason. She met Jace's eyes over the top of the man's head and smirked, quirking her head in a gesture for him and Isabelle to follow her. "Could you maybe help me to the restroom, " she spoke to Arnold, " I think I just need to freshen up." He nodded and started over to a branching hallway, Jace following behind them.
Because he'd follow you anywhere...you are a queen.
Yes,
Like Isabelle could replace you...
Like anyone fucking could.
Oh yah, this was it. She was fucking back.
Arnold caressed her hand as she sat on one of the benches in the rest room. She smiled gratefully at him and touched his face lightly. The smile wasn't even fake, she was so fucking happy as it was.
"I'm actually a little bit deprived of..." she smirked seductively at him..."more than food, if you know what I mean..."
Arnold gulped and nodded in surprise, Clary supposed he didn't expect his lust to be reciprocated. But she could pretend. "And you're just so handsome..." she drawled and walked over to the door, seeming as if she were to lock it. "And I'd really like it if you would-" in a leap of faith she opened the door and watched as Jace stormed into the room, eyes alight and blazing. Clary smiled. God she fucking loved him like this. She walked over to him and Arnold as he captured the man in a headlock.
She might have also closed and locked the door in Isabelle's face.
Jace threw a gun over to Clary, and she caught it as she cocked her head. Pointing it at Arnold she spoke lowly. "You're not going to scream, or I'll put a bullet in between your eyes."
Arnold's muddy pools glistened with fresh tears. He nodded. Jace let go of his throat and he cleared it. "I thought you were a slut, how can you blame me for wanting to fuck you when you'r-" Jace punched him in the throat and caught him as he fell. His amber eyes connected with Clary's as his voice assaulted the man's ear. "We don't talk about her like that..."
Arnold scoffed. Clary just cocked the gun and walked a little closer. Arnold just swallowed hard.
"What do know about Carlin?" Jace demanded, forcing Arnold's face against the counter. "Where is he?"
Arnold scoffed "Like I'll tell you, you little shit." Jace pulled his head up and slammed it down again, blood spurting from Arnold's nose.
"How about now?" Jace chirped cheerfully and smiled.
Arnold blinked rapidly, trying to stay conscious. "Fuck...you..." he gasped out.
"Wrong answer." Jace went to slam his head down again but Clary stopped him. She placed a hand on Arnold's forehead and raised his now blood smeared face to hers.
"What about a woman named Jocelyn? You know anything about her Arny?" She whispered. Arnold's eyes widened with fear as he realized who she was, and she tried to keep the sudden rage in check. As if he had the right to be afraid after what he'd done. He instilled fear, he didn't get to feel it too.
He killed the mother you could have had...
"You would come into my house every week or so, remember..?" She backed away and started to pace, pausing to turn her head and speak to him. "You would come and take my mother whenever you wanted...you would rape her...do you remember that?"
Arnold laughed at her, spitting bloody teeth in her direction. They landed in a goopy pile at her feet, and she crushed them with the toe of her heel. "I remember watching you everyday," he sneered, slurring slightly, "I remember talking to the boys about how we couldn't wait for you to be old enough-" Jace slammed his head into the counter again and they waited for him to raise his head before talking again.
"Do you remember paying my father for what you did to her," she walked over and pressed the gun to his forehead. "Do you remember how she cried."Arnold just sneered at her.
"Fuck you both." he spat. "I'm not telling either of you anything."
"No need," she smiled, and the Voice sang in praise in her mind. It missed her too, she realized. She never wanted to be normal again. "I have all the confirmation I need." and she put a bullet between his eyes, the silencer making the bang she was accustomed to just a dull thud.
The high that followed was familiar and welcome, that dark light flooding from her heart to rip through her veins with a heavenly fire. She was addicted to this rush. She stalked over to Jace, stepping over the dead body and pulpy mess on the floor to wipe at Jace's blood covered lips. One swipe and they were clean enough for her. "fuck me..."she whispered against them. "Right. Here."
His hands gripped at her thighs as he threw her blood splattered body onto the counter, ripping open the slit in her dress even further. He leaned down a kissed her inner thighs but she shoved his head away. "Quickly you idiot." His nose bumped hers as he kissed her and unzipped his pants. She pulled her underwear down and fumbled to feel the cording muscles beneath his clothes. She wanted sex. She wanted him. Now.
"I usually last pretty long," he smirked.
She smiled against his open mouth. "You're going to fuck me, and fuck me fast...got it?" she grabbed the back of his neck.
He nodded. "I missed you, babe," he mumbled so quiet she almost didn't hear and then he was inside of her.
Thanks to all those that review, I'm going to try to start IM-ing you all but I don't really know how that goes so if I'm super awkward just ignore me, lol.
Thanks to the guest, honestly I didn't plan for Jonathon to be majorly in this but then I had an amazing idea and I was like sure, let's go with that! iLoveMeSomeCaptainAmerica I don't even know what to say, you're review made my day. I love your stories and your praise meant so much so thank you...like thanks. Delrenangel You have no idea the amount of shit these two will get into, Jace especially. It'll be fun and maybe confusing but I hope it'll all work pout in the end. Thanks for the review! Caitielynn09 I also am a fan of protective jace, so you'll see him a lot. He's getting softer and protection is a soft jace quality, lol. Finally Scharles99 I'm so glad you liked it and keep reviewing! I love insight and your compliment made my day, so thank you.
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