Chapter 5

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Clary POV

All she heard was the blood pounding in her ears; she heard her breath coming out in pants. She skidded round the corner, not losing any speed. She was running, but not away. She was going to meet him and stop this madness, once and for all.

Jace POV

What the hell is going on? That phrase seemed to be going on repeat in his head ever since Clary started screaming. What the hell is going on? Seconds after Clary began screaming, the headmistress told the student's that the Valentine dude was last seen heading towards the art blocks. What the hell is going on? What had made Clary start screaming? Clary was beyond calming, anyone could see that.

Clary was now sitting across the room, her hands covering her ears, curled up in a ball arms wrapped around her body. What the hell is going on? Jace thought he could see her eyes squeezed shut; it was hard to tell as she was shaking her head back and forth rapidly. What the hell is going on?

Jace continued to stare at Clary; eventually the people that were trying to calm her down gave up. People had already led Isabelle away from Clary; they thought it would be best if they were separated for a while. Jace had thought that that idea was a load of bullshit; Isabelle was probably the only person in the world that could have a hope of calming her down.

Jace sat up straighter, Clary had stopped shaking her head, and she began slowly unfurling from her crouched position. Kaelie, just had to choose that moment of all moments to start screeching something in his ear about someone they hung out with. Jace cut her off mid-sentence.

"Kaelie, just shut up for once in your fucking life. Talk to someone who cares!" He looked at his on/off girlfriend just long enough to see her shocked expression, before he turned around to watch Clary again. Only she wasn't there anymore.

Jace rose quickly from his seat, he looked through the crowds of students at the school searching for a flash of brilliant, scarlet hair. He glanced towards the door and saw a small figure disappear out of the door. Clary was running; that certainly couldn't mean anything good Jace thought panicky.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was chasing through the crowds to the door she had disappeared through. Jace moved with just enough speed so as not to gather unwanted attention, zig-zagging through the throngs of students, shoving through them if they didn't move quickly enough. After what felt like an eternity, he reached the door. Slipping through it he saw Clary whip around the corner, her red hair flying behind her. He put his head down and sprinted after her, he felt as though he knew where she was going. He knew another way.

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Clary POV

The art blocks, that was where she was heading. That was where her step-father was last seen. The blood pounding in her ears was becoming almost painful, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. Adrenaline coursed through her veins like fire, burning away all the emotions she felt until only fear. She rounded the last corner to the art bocks and skidded to a slow jog, her legs becoming more like jelly every second. Then she saw him.

There he stood, the same as ever, white blonde hair, 6"5' figure and all. He had his back to her, but as soon as he heard her light tread he spun around. His black, soulless eyes trained on her, a smile of the mentally insane written within them. Clary looked away from his eyes long enough to see the long knife he gripped in his left hand, and what scared her more was the gun in his right.

Swallowing noisily, she looked back to his eyes. Play it cool, Clary, just play it cool. "Valentine, what a surprise. What are you doing here?" her voice sounded casual, except for the slight coldness in the last question.

A small smile that adorned his face, blew into a full blown grin. It matched the one in his eyes. "Clary, dear, oh how I missed you. I hoped you would find me before I had to go looking for you." Clary shuddered at the tone in his voice, the endearment lost in it. His tone was cold as ice. One word ran through her mind, Unforgiving.

He would never forgive her for running away with Izzy, not now not ever.

"Now why, my dear, would you run away from your dear old daddy?"

Clary felt her face twist into a sneer that would send even shadows running for the hills. "I don't know, maybe because you fucking BEAT AND RAPED ME?"

Valentine snickered, "Dear, it's not called rape if you enjoy it." Clary was about to respond when he began to move forward, raising his arm slowly. It was his right. "How I will enjoy watching you die, the life leaving your eyes your last thought on how I will hunt down your sister and kill her to."

His arm was level with Clary's chest, he was 10 feet away. Point blank range, Clary thought helplessly.

Time seemed to slow so dramatically she could count the seconds. Her mind captured every little detail, not missing anything.1 She saw his finger twitch on the trigger, she saw the bullet flying towards her. She saw a golden haired figure standing on the opposite corner of the corridor, watching in mute horror. 2 Then she heard the bang, the sound slower than the speed of the bullet. 3 Then she felt the bullet enter her. 4She looked down to see a dark stain beginning to spread across her shirt. Just over her heart. 5She looked back up and opened her mouth to scream, but no sound would come out.

6 Her knees collapsed from under her, it seems as though her adrenaline rush had ended. She didn't look at the menacing figure in front of her, but kept her eyes on Jace. 7 She was still falling forward, her arms so heavy she couldn't lift them to break her fall. She heard Jace call out to her, his voice beginning to sound as though she was in a long tunnel.

8 She saw Valentine spin and raise his arm again. 9 Jace had already begun running. She saw as he rugby tackled her step-father to the ground. Blood spattered the white tiles once more. 10 Clary saw the pool of blood surrounding her, red against white; just like her hair and skin. Her eyes fluttered shut and she felt the air whoosh out of her lungs. One last call of her name and then she was floating…

A/N: I thought about leaving it just there but I couldn't be that cruel

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Jace POV

He was almost there, he had never run as fast as that in his life. Then he heard her, Clary, but she wasn't alone. He rounded the last corner slowly, careful to not make a sound. A man with ashy blonde hair stood in front of Clary, he looked as though was at least a foot taller than her. The man was speaking,

"Clary, dear, oh how I missed you. I hoped you would find me before I had to go looking for you."

Did Clary know this man? Who was he? The man continued to speak.

"Now why, my dear, would you run away from your dear old daddy?"

Jace's mouth opened to its own accord, this was Clary's father! Jace focused in on Clary, her face had twisted into a sneer so terrifying, Jace wouldn't have thought possible.

"I don't know, maybe because you fucking BEAT AND RAPED ME?"

Jace's mouth opened a little further, he had no idea as to what had made Clary start screaming; now he knew exactly why. Now he also knew why she freaked out in Wholefoods, she thought that Jace was this man.

Valentine began walking towards Clary, he was slowly rising his arm; a gun held in his hand. Clary didn't move, why isn't she running. Now Valentine was ten feet away from her, his arm still raised. He spoke one last sentence,

"Dear, it's not called rape if you enjoy it. How I will enjoy watching you die, the life leaving your eyes your last thought on how I will hunt down your sister and kill her to."

Clary looked beyond Valentine, seeing Jace for the first time. Her mouth opened, then the gun went off. Jace couldn't move, he was paralysed in horror. Clary looked down to her shirt, crimson was spreading across her shirt, just over her heart. She looked back up, her mouth was open trying to scream, her pupils had already begun to dilate. Her shirt becoming more red than blue, she fell to her knees with a muffled thud. She looked at Jace once more, then fell forward.

Jace couldn't help it, he screamed out for Clary.

Valentine turned, Jace had almost forgotten about him in his panic for Clary. This man, Clary's father, shot his own daughter. Jace saw red, all of a sudden he was filled with rage beyond belief.

He charged towards Valentine, forgetting that he had a gun and a knife. Valentine didn't have time to shot Jace, Jace was already spear tackling him to the ground. Valentine's arm shot around Jace, his knife driving into his shoulder. Jace hit the floor with a thud, his shoulder burning from the wound.

"Clary!" Jace managed to croak out. He crawled over to her, sliding on the blood surrounding her. He managed to see her eyes flutter, and the air leave her lungs. Valentine's maniacal laughter echoed off the halls. Then it stopped. It seemed as though Valentine fled from the scene. He had done what he needed. He left his daughter to die.

Jace's vision was swaying, he needed to save Clary. He gripped her shoulder and flipped her over. He checked her over, half her face was covered in blood from the ground. Her eyes were shut, her chest not rising and falling as it should.

Panicked he slammed his fingers into her neck, searching for a pulse. He couldn't find one. Placing his hands on his chest, he began pumping. His CPR training coming into effect. He now thanked his adoptive mother for making him do the stupid course. He leant down and blocked her nose, placing his lips over hers he huffed a breath into hers. Her lips were soft, and warm. And coated in her blood.

This was not how he imagined his first kiss with her, ever since that damned day in the hospital, he had imagined how those lips would feel against his own. This was not what he imagined at all. He started the compressions again.

"Come on Clary, damn it!" he growled, he felt tears slide slowly down his cheeks, he never cried. But he never gave CPR either. He breathed into her again, sobbing as he leaned back to see her peaceful face.

"I won't let you die! Damn it, Clary, come on breathe!"

The corridor was becoming alive again, teachers and students piling in. He still didn't stop CPR. Teachers and students alike gasped at the scene in front of them. Teachers rushed about, trying to get students to move away from the scene.

Jace was still trying to focus on the most likely dead girl in front of him. Then he heard a horrified scream, he knew who it was. Isabelle had just arrived, and had just arrived in time to see her sister die before her eyes.

Isabelle ran forward, tearing her eyes away from her sisters limp form she looked at Jace. Jace refused to look at her in the eyes, he wouldn't be able to hold back his emotions; he had to be strong.

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