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Chapter 13

Leading Women:

*Jonathan POV*

"Hello Mr. Bane, are you enjoying your stay here?" I asked as I kicked a leg of the chair Magnus was tied to, causing him to topple to the ground. "Its quite fabulous, why don't you join me?" Bane said in a sickly sweet voice before spitting at my feet, it was a mix of blood and saliva. "Come on Bane, why don't you just do us a favor and spill. I will personally make sure your death is fast, cause between the two of us Mr. Mortmain does a sloppy job with it. All bloody and messy and loud, that's much too dramatic for my taste," I said as I walked around the cell. It was a concrete room, best to keep all the noises down here. A large, metal door sat at the head of the room, it was closed at the moment but a small sliding opening was left open, seems they don't trust me to be left alone with Bane.

Magnus started laughing, it was deep and crazed, his cat like eyes were wild as he looked up at me. "You honestly think I'll tell you, you of all people!? You're scum, trash! You've been brainwashed Jonathan, you aren't…" I kicked him, hard in the stomach. I'd had enough of his rantings. I'd heard it all from the Idris prisoners. They were all just trying to get to me, of course, but that didn't mean I wanted to hear it again. "If you think this is news to me, well you're too late, I've heard it all. You want me dead. My Father's rule is a lie. We're savage murderers. I'll rot in hell. Blah, blah, blah. Do you honestly think I care anymore?" I asked as I continued to stroll around the room.

"That's not what I was going to say," Bane mumbled throughout the blood in his mouth, spitting once again. I could just imagine what Mortmain had to do to bring up this much blood, I wouldn't be surprised if he was missing a tooth or two. "Save it, I think we're done for today. Tomorrow I'm going to have some fun with you, so be prepared." I said before marching out the door. "Mortmain!" I yelled and within moments I could hear the scrambling of feet, followed by Mr. Mortmain appearing around the corner. "Y-yes, Sir," he said, straightening his clothes when he reached me. "Don't touch Bane, he's mine. Oh and make sure he is well treated, I want all his injuries fixed by tomorrow, you hear me?" I said as I continued down the hallway, not glancing back once.

I made my way to my bedroom, kicking my boots off before jumping on my bed. I'm going to have so much fun tomorrow with Mr. Bane. Its the strong ones I love the most, its so rewarding to see them broken and begging to be put out of their misery, oh yes, he will be quite satisfying. I played back, spreading my hands wide on the bed as I thought. 'Does he really think he can get to me? He's foolish for keeping information from us, but he isn't incompetent. Bane seems like a smart man, so why? He's the type of person who observes, so why?' "Oh well," I sighed as I jumped up from bed, "he'll be gone within the month."

I walked over to my desk, pulling out the telephone as I flipped through a notebook with numerous phone numbers inside. "Who's is gonna be today," I spoke to myself as I searched for just the right numbers, "Oh here." I stopped, dialed the number, and waited as the dial tone rung. It only took two rings before Seelie's drawing voice picked up, "Jonathan, I thought you didn't want to see me tonight?" She sounded pouty, but pleased, almost as if she and expected me to call. "Well… if you don't want to I can always…" I had started to say when she cut me off. Seelie really was to easy. "No, no, I'll come. I get off in five anyways," she giggled, and I could just imagine her playing with her fiery hair as she bit her lip. God she was too much sometimes. "Don't make me wait too long Seelie," I said before hanging up.

She'd probably be here before her work ended, but that was just Seelie. I was 21 and her 18 when she first took up the position as receptionist for my father, within two weeks of knowing her I had managed to bring her back with me. She was easy, but she wasn't sleazy. She only ever left with me, I couldn't say the same for myself, but she didn't seem to mind. For someone so inexperienced, she was a quick learner, by the Angel just thinking of her. She was great for a distraction.

Speak of the devil, there was a knock on my door. I got up, throwing it open before grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside, "What took you so long?"

*Magnus POV*

I struggled to tilt the chair back up after Jonathan, little bastard didn't even fix it. "Well Bane," an all too familiar voice said. By the Angel, its Mortmain. The man could stand to use a breath mint every now and then. "Looks like our time together is over," he said as he crouched before me, tilting the chair up so that I couldn't look away. Seriously, did he eat fish or something? "If you thought I was bad, then just wait this Jonathan Shadowhunter gets you. The boy is a demon," Mortmain said as he lifted the chair back up to all fours. I glared at him, refusing to say a word to this man. He was a cruel and heartless man with absolutely no fashion sense. I would rather die than acknowledge him as the same species.

"He's ready!" Mortmain said before walking out of the room. In his place stood three doctors, all of them dressed in white smocks. "I'm Isabelle Lewis," said a girl with long, straight black hair. She had a kind face, in an odd sort of way, and dark brown eyes, "and this is my team. We're here to clean you up the best we can." I just rolled my eyes as I looked up at her 'group'. They couldn't have been over 26 years old. "This is Maia Kyle and Theresa Carstairs," She said as she hinted toward the other girls beside her.

"Do you know why I'm here?" I asked, finding it ridiculous that I was being given medical treatment here. "Yes. You're Magnus Bane, traitor of the Clave. You're here as punishment," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. "And why do you think you're giving me treatment?" Asked as I stared up at her, there was something about her that felt familiar. "Your punishment time is up, of course," she said with a smile. "Oh, really," I sighed as I shook my head, "Well, go ahead and do your job." "Thank you sir," she said as she closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly. There, right there. She reminds me of someone I had been very close with. The same hair, the same face shape, the same delicate nose, it had been the eyes that through me off.

"W-what is it sir? Are you in any pain?" Isabelle asked when she looked back up at me. I couldn't stop shaking my head as I stared at her, how had I not noticed the moment she walked through the door. "I-Isabelle was it?" I asked, still staring up at her, tears forming in my eyes. "Ah, yes," she said with a nod of her head. "Do you mind my asking what your mother's name is?" I asked, I couldn't tell if I wanted to be right or to be wrong. Her face scrunched up in confusion before she answered, "Maryse Lightwood, why do you ask?" Maryse. Its Maryse. "Oh, no…" I stuttered, "its nothing of importance." Maryse is alive. My wife is alive. And she had a daughter. She looks just like her mother, and Alec, o by the Angel. Alec needs to know. Oh God, Maryse. Maryse.

Authors Note:

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-Haybell