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NEVER WRITE MORE THAN AT LEAST THREE STORIES AT A TIME!
I am working on like FIVE stories! It's really hard trying to keep up to date with them all!
I wasn't going to post this till tomorrow but I finished it and wanted everyone's opinion!
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Clary felt like she was on fire.
As soon as the liquid had touched her tongue se had tried to spit it out but it somehow made its way down her throat.
She screamed from the pain but it came out gurgled as Jonathan seemed to be pouring as much of the liquid as he could. He stopped when she started choking on the liquid.
Clary was amazed that so much liquid could fit in one cup.
As the liquid entered her system, she couldn't stand the pain. She wanted someone to kill her and put her out of her misery.
She forgot about everything. Jace, her brother and even her children! Her mind was focused on the pain. She just wanted it to end!
She felt her arms flailing and her legs kicking. She couldn't tell if they were still restrained.
Different parts of her skin felt someone was rubbing her with sand paper.
She tried to focus on something rather than the pain.
She remembered meeting Jace at pandemonium. She always thought he was handsome. She still couldn't believe that out of all the girls he could have chosen, he picked her. She would love him no matter what he did.
If she never met Jace she wouldn't have met Alec or her parabatai. She wouldn't know she was a shadowhunter. She wouldn't be able to save her mom. She wouldn't have two beautiful children.
She started to feel the pain lesson. She knew she would be a monster when it was gone. She wanted to keep the last moments of being in control of herself with happy memories.
When her and Simon played in a park when they were children.
Her and Simon watching movies and playing a lot of video games.
Going to pandemonium and meeting Jace, Alec and Isabelle
Jace calling her beautiful.
Jace kissing her on her birthday in the greenhouse.
Finding out her and Jace were not related.
Raziel returning Jace to her.
Every training session with Jace.
Saving Jace from her brother.
Becoming Isabelle's parabatai.
Her wedding day.
Her honeymoon.
Finding out she was pregnant.
Holding her children for the first time.
Watching and listening to her children's first steps and words.
Jace by her side every day, telling her he loves her.
As she watched these memories fade, she realized the pain had started to subside and she had her eyes squeezed shut.
She slowly opened her eyes and was staring straight into her brother's black eyes. She could tell he was smirking at her.
"Well little sister. How do you feel?" he asked sounding giddy.
Clary thought for a moment before answering. She felt stronger and her head felt clearer. But she also felt in control of herself.
When Amatis drank from the cup she was immediately Jonathan's puppet. But if she told Jonathan that she didn't have any compulsive need to be his slave, what would he do? Make her drink from the cup again? No way was she going through that again!
There was only one thing she could do.
"Fantastic." She smirked up at him. He smiled at her proud.
"Finally. A sister that meets my standards." Jonathan replied.
He held out a hand to her. She would rather glare at him and get up herself, but if she was going to pretend to be a follower, she would have to play along.
She took his hand, feeling repulsed as he wrapped his arm around her waist as he led her out of the room. She had no idea where they were going or how far she was going to pretend to be influenced.
"Where are we going?"
"To the training room. We have to test your new skills. I expect you to be different from all the other shadowhunters that drank from the cup, what with all that angel blood you have."
Clary felt like hitting her forehead. Of course she had more angel blood than most shadowhunters. Was that what protected her from losing herself?
"What will I be learning?"
"Well, let's see how strong you are now."
"I feel pretty strong. Might be able to kick your ass now." Jonathan let out a bark of laughter.
Jonathan led her to a door, when opened revealed a staircase towards a basement? As they walked down, Clary realized it was a refurbished basement.
It looked like the training centre at the institute, except it wasn't as big.
Jonathan walked over to a punching bag, lifted it onto a clasp and motioned her over.
"Punch the bag as hard as you can. Don't hold back." Jonathan told her as he positioned her in front of the bag.
Clary really wanted to smack him as he ran his fingers over her waist and arms. She focused her anger from him on the bag. She felt her muscles vibrating with power as she pulled back her right hand and punched the bag with everything she had.
The bag broke from its clasp and hit the far wall. It ripped open, spewing sand all over the floor.
Clary stared wide-eyed. Jonathan let out a low whistle.
"Well I think we can both agree that getting punched by you would be extremely lethal." Jonathan said coming up behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders.
Clary was still annoyed by him. Why did he feel the need to have to touch her? Just because he made her drink from the cup-OH! Now she understood. She was supposed to be his slave. She was supposed to think similar to him. EW! No way in hell was that happening!
"Well then you better not annoy me." She growled but smirked at the thought of finally being able to beat him up. He laughed at her threat.
"Hold on little sister. We know you're stronger. But are you quicker?"
And that was FIVE hours ago!
Jonathan had Clary running, jumping, rolling and everything till he moved on to training with weapons.
Clary hated to admit it, but she enjoyed training with Jonathan. He wasn't worried about hurting her like Jace and the others. He pushed her out of her comfort zone and made her want to fight like she was in a battle.
She found out she was stronger, quicker than Jonathan, had a good chance of beating Jonathan and hated to admit that Jonathan was actually a good teacher.
She was still incredibly mad at him and hated his guts, but he was.
She was in her private bathroom now. Jonathan told her to get cleaned up. He had a surprise for her.
She couldn't get over how graceful she was. She felt like she was walking on air. She hated to think that she was enjoying herself so much.
She hadn't looked at her reflection since that morning. She didn't have a chance. She didn't expect much to be different. She looked in the mirror and gasped.
Her eyes were black! Like Jonathan's the iris was as black that she could tell where her pupil began. When Amatis drank from the cup her eyes went back to their original color! Why were her eyes BLACK?!
She shook her head and walked to the shower. Before she drank from the cup, if she had done as much training, she would be sweaty and gasping for air. She wasn't sweaty as she should have been and her breathing was normal.
While she was under the warm water of the shower she imagined what Jace would think of her if he saw her now. Would he look over it and still love her? Would he be disgusted and turn his back on her? Would he keep her children away from her?
She felt an ache as she thought of her children. Were they worried about their mother? Were they asking for her? Was Jace spending time with them?
Clary rubbed her neck thinking about her family. All of her runes had disappeared. That's when she realized something.
Quickly finishing in the shower, she wrapped a towel from a rack and ran over to her mirror. There was a smaller version inside.
She positioned the mirror so she could look at the back of her neck. Her parabatai rune was still there! It wasn't as dark, but she still felt Isabelle through their connection! Could Isabelle still feel her? Would she have felt Clary in pain?
She was brought out of her thoughts by a knock on the door.
"Clarissa! You might hurry up or I won't go through with your surprise!" Jonathan called through the door.
"I'll be ready in five minutes! What kind of clothes should I wear?" she blushed. She was asking her brother what to wear?
"Casual unless you want to dress up for me." She could envision him smirking at her.
"Casual it is." She said loud enough for him to hear.
She wondered how long she could reply like that till he started to catch on that she wasn't being controlled.
She heard a door close, so presumed Jonathan left her room. She was mistaken.
He was leaning against her door that leads into the hallway. She stared at him.
"Could I have some privacy?" she asked. Would he see through her now?
"I just have to send a quick picture to Jace." He said smirking.
He took out her phone, pointed it at her and she heard a click. She was too shocked to do anything. He couldn't send that to Jace! All she was wearing was a short towel that just about covered her!
"Why would you have to send a picture to Jace?" her voice sounded bored. She was afraid it would shake if she spoke.
"Just to keep him updated that you're okay."
Clary resisted lashing out at him. He was scrolling through the phone.
Clary picked up a bottle of paint that was close to her and chucked it at Jonathan. He was immediately in front of her.
"That wasn't very nice. Have a problem with me sending Jace a little picture?" he snarled at her. He was grinning. If hungry animals could grin, it would look like Jonathan.
"Why tell him I'm alive? Let his imagination torture him." She smirked. She hoped he believed her.
He narrowed his eyes at her before standing back and smiling at her.
"Ingenious idea, Clarissa. See? This is what it's supposed to be like. Us getting along. Now hurry up and get dressed." He turned on his spot and left Clary alone.
She stared at her door in disbelief. She wasn't sure if he would send the picture or not. She just had to have faith that he wouldn't.
She walked over to a door she presumed was a closet. She gasped at the amount of clothes that was stuffed into the walk in closet.
She had slept in her clothes from the previous day and they had started to feel uncomfortable.
She walked into the closet looking for something suitable to wear. If Isabelle was there, it would take hours!
Clary found grey skinny jeans, black tank top, brown leather jacket with brown leather knee-high boots. She looked like she was in a motorcycle gang.
She left the wardrobe, dried her hair as best she could with her towel then left.
She refused to look at her reflection. She wouldn't be able to deal with black eyes again.
She found Jonathan in the kitchen. He had the table laid out with weapons. She looked curiously at Jonathan. He was staring at her.
"I'm no fashion expert, but brown, black and grey?" he mocked her.
"This coming from the Goth?" she retaliated.
"I'm not a Goth." He scowled. "Anyways, pick your weapons. I'm not expecting trouble, but it's better to be prepared. Although considering you could probably kill someone with one punch…" he trailed off grinning at her.
Clary rolled her eyes and walked over to the table. She picked a seraph blade (Gabriel ), two throwing knives and a stele.
Jonathan picked a sword, knives, a stele and a sensor.
Clary wondered where they were going. Jonathan placed a glamour on both of them.
"People will still see us. Only they won't see our weapons." He told her. Clary nodded
"Where are we going?"
"New York"
"WHAT?!"
"Problem?"
"I thought we were letting everyone think I was dead? Where's the fun if they find out I'm alive in less than a day?"
"Well everyone will be either looking for me or mourning over you. So I doubt they will be shopping or anything." Jonathan rolled his eyes. Clary glared at him. "Anyways, ready to go?"
"Yep. Lead the way."
Jonathan grabbed her hand and pulled her after him. She really wanted to take her hand back, but resisted. She was showing a lot of restraint today.
They walked back into the hall. Jonathan drew an opening rune on the wall Clary figured was the entrance, and stepped through.
Clary's surprise was spending the rest of the day as a mundane apparently. Sebastian brought her to a restaurant (not a fancy one.) and then took her shopping.
He bought her everything she wanted. Art supplies, clothes, books, etc. After buying so much things, Jonathan made some sort of portal and threw all their shopping into it. He refused to answer her when she asked where he sent them.
Clary was frustrated with herself that she was having a good time. She didn't understand why, but the mundane experience wasn't as good as she remembered. She was getting bored.
She was about to ask if they could go home when Jonathan brought her into a fun sports facility. It was a huge building with sectioned spots for different sports such as golf, tennis, basketball, etc.
This really surprised Clary but she was excited to do it. She tried bringing Simon with her before but he coincidently got the flu.
They first played Rugby (which was just kicking a rugby ball through goal posts) than golf (Clary was annoyed when Jonathan showed her how to use the club like the way couples do in movies) then baseball.
Clary was missing every time a ball came at her. It either skint the bat or missed completely. Jonathan of course hit every one.
"I'm so sorry for how much you suck at this game." Jonathan laughed at her when a ball came close to hitting her head.
She threw her bat at him, but he caught it easily. He then grinned evilly and ran up to her and started tickling her.
As Clary started laughing hysterically and Jonathan joining her laughter as he found her ticklish spot, they didn't notice people staring at them. Especially one couple in particular.
"Clary? CLARY!" said a familiar voice.
Clary looked over and saw Jordan and Maia. They looked shocked and horrified when they saw her. Probably because of her eyes.
"Clary, what happened to you?" Maia said, her voice low.
Jonathan stood in between Clary and the couple. He was glaring at them and vice versa.
"I believe you're interrupting us." He said, his voice cold.
"What did you do to her?!" Jordan demanded.
Jonathan grabbed Clary by the wrist and started to walk away, ignoring the question. His grip wasn't tight enough as Maia grabbed her other wrist and pulled.
Clary didn't know what to do. If they were in a secluded area, she would have killed Jonathan with her weapons. Wouldn't she?
Jonathan let go of her wrist and started to advance on Maia, but Jordan came between them and went to punch Jonathan.
Only Jonathan was quicker so he was able to shove Jordan, hard enough to send him flying into a net for one of the sports. His head hitting a bar that held up part of the net. He then crumpled to the ground.
Maia cried out and ran to him. Clary saw Jonathan advancing towards her again, but this time Clary intervened.
She stepped between Maia and Jonathan. She watched his expression as it showed betrayal before absolute fury.
"So little sister. Is this how you thank me? I had my suspicions that the cup hadn't fully worked. No matter. Another swig should fix that up." He snarled, crouching waiting to attack.
Clary did the same. She refused to let him hurt anyone she cared about.
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