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Flashback: blood dripping down my face as I look up to valentine for another lash. The crack of the whip and then the agonizing pain throbbing down my left arm. "You should have been stronger Clary. You wouldn't have to deal with the whippings," Valentine spat at me. As he raises the whip up again I brace for the impact. - I wake with someone embracing me. Strong, rune laced arms. i don't know who he is but I instantly can tell that I can trust him. I decide that just laying here won't give me any answers so I get the courage to speak up, "Umm.. where am I? What happened?" I squeak. The man lying with me stiffens then his muscles relax he slowly untangles himself with me and gets off the bed. Now that I can see him I notice that he is the angel I saw last night, or thought I saw. His hair a beautiful blonde and his perfectly built body just dripping with hotness. I noticed that I was gawking at him and blushed and tried to stand. Finding out that standing wasn't such a good idea I fell and the angelic man caught my elbow before I tumble to the ground like a fool. "Whoa there steady, I would hate to have to save you again." He said with a smirk on his gorgeous face. I hate gorgeous people and especially ones who know they are hot and just talking to him for 2 minutes I can tell this arrogant son of a bitch knows how hot he is. So instead of standing there and staring at him I comeback with a smartass comment "I never asked for saving. And I thought you kind of guys liked damsels in distress?" I snapped at him. "Never mind this. What's your name?" I asked. "Jace Lightwood, and you?" he says politely. "Clary Morgenstern." I say quietly because I know that after I say Morgenstern I am going to get a hell of a comment about my father. Who knows maybe he killed someone in his family and he is going to hate me and kick me out? "Morgenstern? Valentines daughter? I am sorry that must have been rough. Valentine killed my father and mother." He said softly. Man irony is a bitch isn't it. I felt ashamed and awkward so I just stood there and twiddled my thumbs waiting for him to break the ice. "Well Clary welcome to the institute. You're in New York City. And that fighting you did back at Pandemonium was phenomenal. I mean not as awesome as me but not many are as good as me." He said with that stupid grin on his face. "Well great my plan worked!" I said ecstatically. "Your plan?" Jace said with a confused look on his face. "I was trying to find you guys. I want to live here and train here. Home isn't… well it isn't home anymore." I said looking at the ground, not being able to explain the things that go on at home. "Well wont you're somewhat family miss you?" Jace asked being as considerate as someone could be asking about the man who killed your parents. "Well ever since Valentine killed my mother and Jonathan became the favorite I was never really needed anymore I just was always a burden to them." I said with a blank face. Jace looked shocked and then just stared at the floor. When the silence was broken by someone smashing through the double doors leading into the infirmary. A beautiful girl entered with long black hair and a slim tall elegant body. A perfect model for something I would draw. She finally spoke "Well you're up great I am Isabelle and that's my brother Jace and my other brother Alec is at his boyfriends house. Who by the way saved your ass from dying" She said with a straight face. "I assume you tried to kill yourself for a reason so what is it?" Isabelle said as she played with her silk hair. "Umm.. I didn't try to kill myself I was looking for you guys." I said as confidently as I could. "Well you did a hell of a job. So why do you want us?" Giving her the same vague story as I gave Jace she bought it and didn't push. But then she said" when I was putting new clothes on you I noticed that scar the goes around your body, what battle is that from?" She pushed curiously. My body stiffened all over and it took me a while to answer, Jace looked me in the eyes and looked sad for me like he can see into my soul and tell what happened. "It's not from a battle." I blurted. "Well if it's not from a battle what could possibly make that?" She continues to push. "Isabelle that's enough, I am going to take her to her room and show her around. Why don't you go kill something?" Jace says as he grabs my elbow and escorts me out of the room and down the hall.