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Chapter 3

So here's chapter 3, if there are any grammatical mistakes or if anything doesn't make sense; just let me know and I will try to get it fixed as soon as I can. There is a bit of action in this chapter and a hint of Clace towards the end!

P.S. If it wasn't already clear, I do not own the Mortal Instruments. *sad sigh*

P.P.S. Also part of this chapter will be in the 'golden boy's' POV

Read on my wayward friends! xx

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Previously…

"Clary!" she heard her sister yell out. The boy was leaning over her, concern and confusion clearly marked all over his face. She saw her sister appear, and shove him out of the way. "Clary!" Her voice sounded particularly far away, things were going dark, the sounds of the scream she'd heard earlier ringing in her ears. Dark spots clouded her vision, and the last thing she saw was golden eyes on hers. Then she was gone

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Beep…Beep…Beep..Beep..Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep

Clary was panicking, she heard unfamiliar voices, she was lying on an unfamiliar bed (at least that's what she thought it was). Frightened, Clary didn't dare open her eyes; afraid of what she might see. She didn't dare move a single muscle.

Mustering up some courage, she eventually opened her eyes a crack. Even with her vision obscured and fuzzy, she was able to make out two figures standing near her, one male another female. Their faces were unfamiliar, dressed in strange clothing and looking at something on a stiff board. Clary opened her eyes fully, but still not moving. The strange people still did not notice her staring at them.

Carefully looking around, it became apparent that she was no longer in Wholefoods Market. She was in a strange room and that was indeed lying on a bed with metal rails. The room was bright with false, fluorescent lights. The room was pale; the only colour she saw was a pale blue blanket over her knees.

One of the strange people looked up, seeing that she was awake he began to walk towards her. His steps were brisk and heavy, much like Valentine's. With that thought, Clary began to shriek. She didn't know this man, why was he walking towards her as if she knew him! She clambered back. The already rapid beeping becoming more and more panicked.

Beep Beep Beep Beep!

The man, stopped seeing her panicked. The other person had frozen as well. This didn't stop Clary from continuing to freak out. She was still screeching her lungs out. She clambered off the side of the bed, still staring wide-eyed at the strangely dressed people. As she began to run from them, she felt a slight pull from the inside of her arm. She glanced back to see a needle poking out of her arm. Shrieking again, she ripped it from her arm, blood dripping from her arm, dropping onto the pristine white floors.

The strange people were approaching again, but much quicker this time. She swung her fist at one of them, her fist making contact against the woman's chin. She dropped like a sack of flour, unconscious. Clary, made her way forward again. The strange man ran up to her, palms facing her. A sign suggesting peace.

But, Clary didn't believe it for a second, she kicked out at him, her leg hitting the side of the man's knee. He cried out and fell onto his other knee; making use of the advantage over him she punched him in the jaw, knocking him out in the process.

Her breathing laboured, she made her way forward. As she moved she heard a faint whooshing sound. Glancing down, she saw that she was wearing a flimsy, pink nightie-like gown. Moving towards the door on tiptoes, she didn't see that the woman she supposedly knocked out, reach up and hit the emergency button. A loud alarm began wailing. Clary began to tremble violently, another panic attack beginning to make it-self known

Seconds later, just as Clary reached for the door handle, five more people ran into the room. Two of them were nurses, one carrying a syringe filled with an omniscient pale liquid. Clary looked past them and saw the other three people. Two she recognised, one was her twin sister, the other one her father; Luke. The last one was the mysterious golden boy, from the market. Clary shrieked out her voice cracking, "Isabelle, help me!"

The three of them looked at her with shocked, wide eyes. Isabelle's eyes were rimmed with red, presumably from crying.

One of the two nurses ran towards Clary, once she was in arms-length, Clary lunged forward her fist slamming into her stomach; knocking the air from her lungs. Making her way towards the other nurse, she felt arms surround her. She screamed and began thrashing around, kicking and attempting to scratch the person, but he had her arms pinned down. Somehow she managed to figure out that it was the strange golden boy.

"Clary! What the fuck are you doing!"

Devising a new strategy, she went limp and fell to the floor, out of the golden boy's arms. What she didn't expect is to have him flatten her to the ground, using his body to pin her down

Clary, continued to thrash around, not giving in. She looked up in distress and saw that this boy's eyes were filled with surprise and concern. Her green eyes, locked onto his gold. They begged her to calm down.

Her body relaxed slightly, and then she felt the prick of something against her neck. The nurse had come up beside her and pushed the syringe into her neck. Clary's surprised shrieks immediately became gurgled, and she felt herself slipping into the night once again. The last thing she saw was a golden angel, calling her name…

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Jace (Golden Boy's) POV

Jace honestly had no idea what his day had turned into. His morning was normal, just getting up and eating, playing video games, sexting a bunch of girls he would use for their bodies. That was just what he did, he was a player, what did people expect? Then his adoptive mother asked him to go get some food from the grocer's. That's when shit got weird

Half an hour later, he found himself walking down the spice aisle. About halfway down the aisle he saw a girl with long crimson hair, reaching for a packet of Paprika. She couldn't reach the packet as it as on the top shelf and she was short, like seriously short, 5"2' short.

She attempted jumping for the packet three times, before leaning against the shelves, closing her eyes. Jace couldn't help the small chuckle escape his lips.

The girl opened her eyes, and drew a breath sharply. Jace barely heard her, he was too busy looking at her eyes. They were an emerald green, and beautiful. What the fuck, Jace? You don't ever think girls are beautiful, they are hot or sexy; nothing else!

His eyes travelled up her small body. She was petite that was evident; she had small hips and a small waist. She had little to no boobs and looked half starved. Her clothes were shabby and well worn. On her small arm was a basket that looked too heavy for her to be able to carry, and yet, she stood there holding it as if it were nothing.

She was still standing there gawking at him, this he was used to. He smirked and said snidely,

"Take a picture it will last longer."

She looked at him, realising he had spoken to her.

"I am sorry, what did you say?" she mumbled looking down at her scruffy converses.

"I said, take a picture it will last longer." Jace sneered.

Her eyes flashed up to his, "What do you want?"

Jace raised his eyebrows. She's feisty, damn that's hot… Jace's mouth opened on its own accord,

"Well it looks as though you cannot reach the top shelf, I thought I would be a gentleman and help out a fair maiden such as yourself; but I was clearly mistaken"

What the fuck did I say that for?! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! his brain yelled at him.

The red head glared and hissed at him, irritated, "Whatever."

Jace rolled his eyes at her lame comeback. Jace leaned closer to her, reaching for the packet she couldn't reach. He saw her flinch; he moved back quickly, his golden eyes meeting her green instantly.

Smirking to cover his concern, he held placed the small packet into her already loaded basket, leaning down to her he whispered in his most seductive voice,

"See you around."

Before he knew what was happening the girl began screaming, shoving him back. She had dropped her basket and had tripped over it. Reaching out to help her she covered and began moving backwards, still continuing to shriek.

A high-pitched voice yelled out, "Clary! Clary!". Jace looked back down at the girl; she was swaying and breathing heavily. A tall, dark-haired figure slammed into him, he presumed that it was someone the red-head knew. "Oh my god! Clary, what's going on! Clary!"

The red-head didn't appear to have heard her, her eyes were slowly beginning to go down, but she continued to make horrible wailing sounds. Jace crouched beside the small girl, her eyes meeting his; then her emerald eyes flickered shut and her head slammed into the hard floor; unconscious.

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Jace soon learnt that the red-head's name was Clary, and that the tall raven haired girl was her twin sister Isabelle. As soon as Clary fell into unconsciousness, Isabelle went into a panic. She wanted to take her sister to the hospital, but didn't have a car to go in. Jace, feeling guiltily responsible, offered to take Isabelle and Clary in his car.

And now, several hours later, they were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for Clary to wake up. A tall man in a business suit was pacing in front of Jace. He was clearly angry and slightly worried. Izzy leaned over to Jace and began to explain:

"That's our father, his name is Luke. Clary and I haven't seen him for eleven years; until today. We came to live in New York after our mother sent us here. We were just going out to make stuff for dinner, I got talking to this really cuteguy- this is all my fault! I should have been there, none of this would have happened otherwise!"

Jace watched her put her face into her hands and begin to sob. He shuffled his seat closer to hers, wrapping his arm her. He began consoling her, no sooner than he began to an alarm went off. Two nurses ran off in the direction of Clary's room, grabbing Izzy's hand Jace chased after them; Luke in hot pursuit.

Skidding to a halt outside Clary's door they peered in to see a trembling Clary. On the ground behind her was a doctor, knocked out. Sitting next to the bed, sat the nurse that must've hit the alarm. Jace looked back to Clary who stared at the two nurses poised in front of her, then she saw Isabelle.

"Isabelle, help me!" she shrieked, anxiety and terror ringing in every syllable. Jace and the others just stood there and stared, frozen in shock.

One of the nurses ran forward, but Jace noticed that Clary was now entirely focused on her. Then out of the blue, Clary slammed her fist in the nurse's gut. Damn she's quick. Sidestepping the other nurse, Jace made his way behind Clary. Jace knew that she didn't know he was there.

Quick as lightning Jace jumped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her, pinning her arms to her sides. He expected her reaction, throwing herself around, she attempted to kick and scratch at him.

Jace managed to yell out, "Clary! What the fuck are you doing!"

Then she did something Jace, never expected. She went limp, and fell to the floor; but before she could scramble away, Jace was on top of her. Without putting all his weight on her, he managed to use his body to keep her relatively still. She didn't give in though, not that he expected her to.

She looked up at him, clearly distressed; he stared into her deep green eyes, hoping that she would calm down. Her green eyes were transfixed on his.

Her body relaxed slightly, and then he was relieved. The nurse had come up beside Clary and pushed the syringe into her neck. Clary began to screech, but almost immediately they turned became softer and mumbled. Jace moved into a sitting position and pulled her into his lap, saying her name, over and over again. Her eyes stayed on his until they fluttered shut and she lay still.

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So that's chapter 3. Please review if you have the time. A forwarning, the less reviews I get the less I feel motivated to update. More reviews= more updates! Thanks for reading xx