Chapter 10

Hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter, I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you guys reviewed lots and lots for me! I have just a couple questions. Would you rather me update more often with slightly shorter chapters, or less frequent with chapters around the length of the last one and longer? I you could tell me that would be great. I don't have a set time for when I will update next so keep the reviews piling in and spread the word of City of Hell! Yayyyy, you can stop reading my author's not now… I mean it… stop! Read the story! Oh and don't forget to read and review, I want at least 5 more reviews until I update. Sorry for being so harsh… I love ya all sooo much

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Her feet ached but she didn't care, her hips were sore from swinging to the beat, but she didn't care. She was having too much fun to care. She spun around allowed herself to loosen up. The music was pumping, and she'd had some of the punch, even against Tessa's warnings. She had said someone spike's the drink every year. But this was still the most fun she had ever had. She turned to Maia to tell her this but instead came face to face with some of the two people she had dreaded seeing most.

Their sneers plastered on their faces were a complete juxtaposition to how they were dressed. "Well, bitch; look who decided to show up!"

Clary felt herself trembling, but she couldn't let these girls sense that. Lifting her head up higher she tried to look confident. "Kaelie, Aline; don't you look absolutely slutty tonight!" Kaelie let out an un undignified shriek and took a step closer to Clary, by this stage people had begun to notice the small stand-off; pressing in closer they created a circle around the three girls.

In nervousness Clary fingered the hem of her dress, wishing she wasn't in something so dainty. If this got to be a physical fight, Clary's dress would start to show a lot more than a modest amount of thigh.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Red?! How dare you insult us, you slut!" Aline sneered, standing slightly behind Kaelie. Her raven hair hung in awfully styled ringlets around her face.

Clary began looking around for her friends, or Raphael, or anyone for that matter. She couldn't see past the wall of people that were surrounding the three of them, why weren't they helping her at all. Kaelie shushed her supposed friend harshly and took another step towards Clary menacingly.

Clary couldn't help it she let a small petrified squeak and tried to make a break for it, running as quickly as she could on her too high heels. She had just reached the edge of the circle, almost breathing a sigh of relief when a clawed hand reached out and snagged her large curls pulling her back sharply.

Clary let out a sharp scream the thudding bass not loud enough to mask the terror she felt. Her body was slammed into Kaelie's, the air that was left her in lungs leaving in a whoosh. Kaelie's voice squawked in her ear,

"Not so fast you dumb bitch! I haven't finished with you yet!"

And before Clary could let out a coherent sentence, or even a scream she had been shoved to the floor, her chest screaming in pain, right over where Valentine had shot her. Why was her torture never ending? Kaelie and Aline stood over her, vengeance and absolute loathing written on their faces, what had she ever done to make them hate her so much?

She didn't have much time to dwell over that question as the two girls had begun kicking them with their heels, tearing her dress and possibly her skin. Their shoes constantly snagging and tangling into the dainty material. Clary didn't dare fight, her old instincts of going numb and forgetting the pain setting in; she curled into a ball and let herself stop feeling.

The sharp kicks to her ribs and face becoming nothing more than tickles and feather-like brushes. She felt her body become disconnected.

All she could do was pray for it to be over…

(Thought about leaving it there but I couldn't be that cruel, you waited to long for this chapter for it to be this short xx)

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Raphael POV

Oh god this was too funny to watch! The stupid red head being beaten up by Kaelie and Aline, what could be more entertaining?

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Jace POV

Jace sat slumped in his chair, his still full drink left hanging loosely in his hand. Ellen had left him long ago to dance with someone else, Jace had refused to dance and Ellen was all too obliging when he said to ask someone else. He could see her in the distance of the dance-floor her hips grinding teasingly against someone else's, he had very pale hair… It clicked. This was Jem Carstairs! Jace smirked slightly, he knew Jem, they were only acquaintances, but enough to know that he had had a crush on Ellen for at least two years; he was happy for the bloke, he deserved someone as bright and bubbly as Ellen. Jem was probably on Cloud Nine by now…

He looked around for the others… There was Tessa and Will dancing on the edge of the dance floor with Alec, Magnus was in the centre of the dance floor- commanding attention. It seemed as though Alec had wanted to stay far from the spotlight, but his boyfriend being the polar opposite was being his usual sparkling self. Alec and Magnus were complete opposite's, but wasn't that the metaphor? Opposites attract or something?

But he couldn't see Maia or Clary, both girls had been pulled into the dance floor by Izzy, Simon and Jordan (Simon and Jordan of course being reluctant). His worry turned to full panic when he spotted only four of the original five people. Maia, Jordan, Izzy and Simon were all laughing and bobbing to the thudding electro music that was thudding horridly through the speakers. But where in the world was Clary?

The music was slowly rising to what would eventually be an epic base drop, it was still rising and rising; the tension on the dance floor getting more and more tangible as it continued to build. But was it the music that was causing the tension, it seemed as though a circle of people was forming towards the centre of the dance-floor. This was no dance battle circle either, oh shit…

The bass rose dramatically and then dropped, the sudden pounding music thudding through Jace's chest. He snapped to attention, throwing his cup to the table he sat next to he jumped out of his chair and began rushing towards the circle.

Shoving his way through, he had made it halfway to where the large circle was left open. The music had stopped, the song finally ended; in the silence he heard her scream. Jace let out a single swear of a word that he couldn't repeat that started with 'f'. He was beginning to find that scream all too familiar, it haunted his dreams and now his waking moments. It was Clary.

Jace's futile efforts to get through the crowd began more and more panicked, as he shoved through the throngs of people. People began taking in collective gasps, Jace could hear the sound of heels on hard linoleum floor and of heels on what could only be described as impact. Please don't let this be happening, please, please, please don't let that be Clary…

Okay okay, I know this is, like, super short but I felt so bad for not updating in several months…I am still tossing up whether or not to put this story on temporary hiatus… But please review and tell me how you liked it, it seems like Clary just can't catch a break now can she? And Raphael is such an epic douchy dirtbag.

LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I AM SORRY

WITH LOVE AND SINCERE APOLOGIES

STEALY10