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Chapter 22: Unexpected

Jace's Point of View

My eyes felt like they were super glued together. When I finally opened my eyes painfully, I blinked before going into shock. There wasn't much of a difference from sleep and waking up. It was still dark.

Very dark.

The only thing that kept it from being totally dark was the torches – who the heck has torches nowadays anyways? – set up every few feet, providing at least a bit of light. And that's when my memories came back, hitting me rather painfully. They tricked us. They trapped us. They lied to us.

And they were fucking great actors.

To think that Selena had feelings for me, that I broke her heart. I've never felt so guilty before in my life. But that was a lie. All of it was a lie.

And worst of all, Samara was back.

That devil's spawn, I didn't know that she was actually targeting me…we were never going to escape, not with her in this, even if we did outnumber her. My past thoughts flooded back into my mind. I kept what Samara was away from everyone, even myself. I didn't want to think about it, I had locked her up in the back of my mind. But now it came back to me.

Samara was just like Sebastian – or rather, Jonathan.

The pitter-patter of drops of water distracted me, and Shadowhunter mode kicked in. No, now wasn't the time to feel betrayal, to feel angry. No, now was the time for action. A quick glance around the room showed that this was a cold, damp old room – probably a cellar. I lifted up my hands and there was noise. Cuffs were around both of my wrists, connected to the wall with enough links that I was able to move them, but it was limited.

I swallowed, fear finally creeping in on me. No, there wasn't any way out. We were trapped, like a mouse in a cage. I thrust my hands forward will all my strength, testing to see if they were old or not. If there was once last glimmer of hope.

My wrists were pulled back before they could touch my knees, the shiny metal cuffs digging into my skin. I sighed and stopped trying; no use getting myself hurt. The chains reminded me of the cells on the bottom of the Bone City. I couldn't escape then and I had sprained my wrist from reaching too far.

Only difference then was that someone was there to save me.

That thought made me shit up taller, the cold bottom giving me the chills even though the rest of the room was really hot. What an odd combination, I vaguely thought. No, there was hope and it flared to life. Alec and Magnus didn't come with us, they could save us!

Then, the now increasingly arrival of dread crept back in. No, now I knew why they asked were Alec and Magnus were. They were going to trap them too. They might even be here right now. And even if they weren't, they wouldn't stand a chance, not against Samara. If she was anything like Sebastian – I wasn't going to think of him as Jonathan, I'm not a monster like him – then we were all screwed. He was stronger than even a vampire, how could Alec stand a chance, even with Magnus?

I looked around the room again, slowly this time. Was I alone in a room, or was this one big room? Stretching out my foot – which at least that was bounded with chains as well – my foot hit something, hard. Metal? Damn it…but I could see other lumps of darkness, where someone was. Clary, Izzy, Simon, it could be any of them.

Then….we were in a big room then, but we were blocked off in little cages. Great. I felt like a prisoner, except worse; it kept on reminding me of the Bone City, something I don't want to remember. What did they want from us? My mind flashed back to the encounter with Samara. She tried killing or at least harming me after what seemed like a breakdown. Or was that just a trick too? I ran my fingers through my hair – at least I was able to do that – unsure with what was now facts or tricks.

She tried killing me flashed through my mind again.

They were going to kill us. All of us. The horror set in with some confusion. Why didn't they just kill us when we were passed out? Answers – none too good – rushed into my head. Torture. Letting us see the other dying. Evil speech. Bragging. The list was endless.

White covered my vision and I covered my eyes, not able to take the pain of the brightness and intensity of it after being in the dark for the Angel knows how long. I opened my eyes slowly; the light was not as blinding as before. The white bright lights looked out of place from the rest of the room. It was kind of like a medieval look, with the stone walls, the cement floor, the torches. White modern light didn't really fit in that description.

After I noticed the clashing modern with medieval, I looked around the big room, wondering where Clary was. Please, she had to be okay. My eyes finally picked up her sleeping figure, breathing normally, her flaming red curls tangled around her head like seaweed. Thank the Angel she's okay, but why was she still sleeping? I continued looking throughout the room to connect eyes with nearly black ones.

Izzy.

She looked at me, her eyes having a crazy-frantic look in them. She didn't look thatscared, mostly angry and betrayed if anything. I looked her over and realized that she was gagged and a blotchy purple and blue spot was forming on her cheek. What the fuck!

I personally will kill the person that did that to Izzy, tearing apart their skin from their muscle, and then muscle to bone. No one treats my sister like that. Ripping my gaze from her, I saw Simon. He looked, well, scared, like any normal person but he was holding up, looking at Izzy like there was no tomorrow. Actually, there probably won't be a tomorrow. Smart guy.

Footsteps pounded loudly on the cement floor, echoing throughout the room. I looked up from the noise, to see Selena and Aden. Immediately Aden went to Clary and Selena came to me. That's when it hit me. If Aden was with them on this trap, then Clary won't be with Aden. Maybe I'll get a shot with her again. That was the only happy thought I could get from this situation, but it wasn't worth it if we didn't get out alive.

I knew the bad vibe from Aden was true, even if I didn't like him that much for getting Clary. If they weren't together, I might have realized that I still loved her sooner. Hell, I probably would have caved within the first five days.

"Jace." Selena crouched down in front of my cell. Aden was still in my line vision since Clary's cell was the closest to mine, but they weren't touching, to my disappointment. Actually, none of them were touching and were all put up against the walls. There was also a chair in the middle of the room.

The hell?

Clary's Point of View

I woke up, hearing someone say my name. Jace? I immediately thought, not quite opening my eyes yet. I wanted to kick myself for thinking that. Jace doesn't like me, he broke up with me. So why are the feelings coming back now? I thought squashed them into nothing, pushing it down so much that it was like I didn't love him anymore.

I pulled myself up into a sitting position and then gasped. Last night – actually, I didn't even know what day or time it was – came flooding back in memory. The betrayal. The sadness. The anger. The hurt.

The son of bitch, Aden.

Speaking of the devil, he was crouching down right in front of me. But there was bars covering sections of his face. Bars? And then I looked around, noticing the cuffs around my wrist, and the rest of the cell.

"Clary," said the same voice again. It wasn't even Jace that was saying it in my dreams.

I sighed before I snapped. "What the hell did you come here to say? To gloat?"

Aden winced, looking like I just slapped him. Wow, still acting asshat? First he pretended to love me, and then he betrays me – all of us – like this? And neither boy I liked truly like me back; boys officially suck. Suck doesn't even cover it. I was right though, who could love me with prettier girls around? I was cute, not pretty and this proved it.

"No," Aden said slowly and calmly after taking a deep breath. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Rule 101 in kidnapping. No one just 'talks' to the victim," I spat.

He smiled warily. "Touché. But really, I'm not a kidnapper."

"Oh really?" The sarcasm was as thick as syrup. "Then I wonder why I have cuffs around my wrist and why I'm in a cell." I pointed to one of the cuffs on the other hand as I talked, making the metal links jingle, agreeing with me.

Aden sighed again, getting frustrated. "Okay, well, I can't do anything about that. I just came here to say something."

"Yeah, okay," I snorted. "Say something? You already have been talking for the past few minutes."

I swear I could see steam coming out from his ears and I thought I pushed it too far. Back sassing the kidnappers usually got them killed first. But I couldn't help it – and now I understand why people did that in the movies Simon forced me to watch. It was to cover up their fear.

"Look, all I'm saying is to watch out what you do. Every single move you do is monitored but they can't hear what you say."

I blinked. "And why are you telling me this?"

"Just be grateful. And were you pretending to sleep when we came in?"

"No," I answered, wondering why I would do that. I would probably have started screaming or something.

"Why were you still sleeping…" he muttered, more like talking to himself than me. "Right…you're small so you had as much as everyone else which was too much for you since they're bigger."

"I am not small!" I replied, indignantly.

Jace's Point of View

I purposely ignored her. She tricked me. She tricked me into thinking that she actually liked me. That she actually loved me. That she actually was heartbroken from me breaking up with her.

Actually, now that I think about it, no wonder she talked with me, approaching me first. And I would bet that she was trying so hard to laugh all the time we were together. And when she was crying, it was probably from not trying to laugh.

"Jace," she repeated, sounding a bit sad. Liar. I would give her props on her acting – she could make it to Hollywood if she keeps that up. "Look at me."

And for some unknown reason, I looked up at her. Her silver eyes studied my face, her hair coming forward and framing her face. "Jace," she swallowed, trying to buy time.

"Stop saying my name," I told her, almost growling. She had no right to act so sad when I was the one freaking locked up in acell! Selena leaned back a bit, the words looking like they hurt her like a whip. Good, that's what she deserves, especially if she came here to gloat.

"Fine," Selena nearly snapped.

"Look," she continued in a gentler tone after a minute, "don't use your smart ass remarks with anyone, okay? That will just get you killed."

"Thanks for the warning Sherlock, but I think that I already know that I'm trapped here to die."

"Thank you Caption Annoying. I'm telling you something important, bare that in mind next time you speak. Aden," she turned to him, "we have to go before someone notices that we're gone." I looked over to see Clary snapping something back angrily at Aden and crossing her arms. That's what you get, I thought smugly at him. That bastard didn't even deserve to see her face, much less talk to her after what he did.

They both stood up and hurriedly left, glancing back once before closing the lights and walking away. The scary thing was that they did it at the same time. And I don't think that they did that on purpose.

Izzy's Point of View

I swallowed the lump that in my throat. I woke up before anyone – I have no idea why – but as soon as I did, I had started screaming, bangs on the cages, trying to get free. I knew it wouldn't do anything but it let out my anger at being locked up.

They messed with Jace. They messed with Clary. They messed with my boyfriend. And worse of all, they messed with me. They don't know that they seriously messed with the wrong girl. The betrayal stung, almost like a wasp stung me my heart but I knew that Jace and Clary felt it the most.

And that son of a bitch, Aline. She's the fucking one that brought them here, dumping them on us and then leaving! Was she on their side too? Did she do this on purpose? Was she here now?

I wanted to ask Clary and Jace what happened after they left – I was too far away to hear clearly but I couldn't concentrate on what they were saying anyways, not when I was freakin' gagged.

*flashback*

"You assholes, let me out of here!" I screamed as I kicked my legs on the bars, my fists smashing on the floor. I didn't even make a mark, let alone a stupid dent. It did hurt me though.

"I will tear you limb by limb. Let me out and I'll show you what I can do!" I shouted, since no one was saying anything. I knew there had to be some type of cameras in here. The high technology in Samara's house proved that.

"No wonder you just knocked us out! Because you guys are too fucking chicken to fight us! Let us out and fight for real instead of being a bunch of babies, locking us up in here," I taunted.

"Assholes! What the fuck did we ever do to you! Selena and Aden, we fucking kept you in our fucking house for a fucking month! This is how you fucking repay us!" I shrieked so loud that I didn't hear the footsteps. I was so mad, no; I was seething, lashing out all my anger like I lash out with my whip. Selena knew the golden 'bracelets' on my hand was a whip, they even took that!

White light flooded in the room and someone did something else with a switch and the next thing I knew, some of the bars were rising. I knew that this place was high tech, I just knew it. "Finally letting me out huh? I'll show you guys who's boss," I smirked. Oh yes, this will be a hell load of fun.

A big burly man stepped in the cage, and I smirked up at him, not worried at all about his size. "Finally heard me, chicken?"

"Shut up, you stupid girl," the man roared and smack. Blood pulsed on my right cheek; I gingerly touched it with my hand. I knew that Shadowhunter boys would hurt girls if they had to – girl fey, vampires, wolves, warlocks – but he hit me?

I glared angrily at him, trying not to feel the white hot burning in my cheek. This dude was strong as hell. Peering closer at him, I noticed that his skin didn't have silvery lines on it, no marks of runes. He wasn't even a Shadowhunter! And he certainly wasn't anything else, I could tell you that for sure. A mundane? Hitting me? Weren't they the ones that were all like 'don't hit girls'? What the fuck was wrong with this guy?

The thick muscles that were banded on his arms answered for me. He was raised as a Shadowhunter, noticing the deep red cuts he had on him. This is what our training does the mundies? I thought. He looked like if he worked out any more, he would explode in a shower of muscle. Thank god we don't look like that, I thought dimly.

"Now, move and you'll live to regret it," he snarled at me. He came forward, crouching down in front of me. I know it was silly to be slightly uneasy of a mundie, but I was. He took out the cloth and I knew at once what he was going to do.

I kicked out with my legs, kicking his hand away from me. I would have punched his fucking face off if I could move my arms out enough in front of me. Smart fucking people. "You little bitch," he growled at me. He grabbed my arm, twisting is behind my back, the metal cuffs digging into my skin. Pain flashed up in my arms and I resisted the urge to kick him again.

Something told me that he wasn't messing. And if I kicked him again, I might just lose that arm. He pressed his face so close to mine that our noses almost touched. "Do that again," he paused, twisting my arm back a bit more, "and you know what happens."

I blinked at him and he let go of my arm, and I rubbed it unconsciously. He wrapped the cloth around my head and tried stuffing it in my mouth, forcing it open since I refused to. He pinched my nose long enough that the only thing I could do was breathe through my mouth, gasping for air while he stuffed it in my mouth.

"Good girl," he smiled at me, one that made me want to kill him. Evil was written all over him. He 'playfully' hit the cheek that he had slapped a couple of times, stinging slightly. I tried screaming 'you fucking son of a bitch' but I couldn't. All I did was make grunting noise and efficiently getting a taste of the cloth.

He gave me one last look of the smile with a warning that if I take it out, I'll know what he will do before he left, the cell door closing down, my only escape, gone. Then the lights were turned off and I was plunged into darkness once again.

*end flashback*

Jace's Point of View

"Clary?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"What did he say to you?" I asked, whispering but she heard me since it was deathly silent.

"He told me that everything we do is monitored but apparently not what we say," she answered, sounding somewhat confused. "What did she say to you?"

I was confused too. Why were they helping us if they were the reason why we were here in the first place? Or were they lying, trying to trick us again? "That's weird, but she told me not to be a smart ass." Some muffling sounds came out, as if someone was trying to talk but couldn't. Or laughing.

"Izzy, is that you?" I asked. More muffling sounds. "Okay, muffle once for yes, and twice for no." One muffle.

"Why are you gagged?" I wondered again, not realizing I said it out loud. A bunch of muffling came again.

"Jace," came the whisper. "Shut the fuck up. I think Clary's right – they can't hear what they said because of me, since they gagged me. I guess they wanted me to shut up. Now, I can't talk and I need to put this thing back in my mouth."

"Wait, why?" But the only reply I got was two muffles that were probably shut and up. So Izzy was keeping that in her mouth for a reason. But what was the reason? If she could take it out, why not just keep it out of her mouth?

He told me that everything we do is monitored, Clary had said. If they were watching…then why the hell did Izzy risk taking that out?

"Izzy, you idiot! Don't take it out next time!" I half expected her to take it out just to say yeah or okay just to mock me but she didn't. Whatever they did to her much have been bad.

Just then, I smelled something besides the murky what seemed like a basement. It was like a bittersweet smell. Sniffing, I asked, "Hey, does anyone smell that?" Suddenly, I felt very tired, even though I just slept for the Angel knows how long.

"Sleepy," Clary muttered before I heard a thud; probably her passing out on the floor. Sleepy….sleeping gas! I tried to hold my breath but I already inhaled too much.

The darkness washed over me and I was dragged down once again.

Alec's Point of View

I yawned as I got up, stretching out my arms and back. Yesterday, Izzy took the rest of them to go clubbing and apparently they slept over one of their friend's house from what I heard from eavesdropping on Mom. In my defense, I was only listening to see if she knew that Magnus was in my room late at night. But I still felt kind of guilty, but I shoved that out of my mind.

I sighed happily. Without the others, it was just like there was only me and Magnus, and I remembered his golden-green cat eyes looking at me, his soft pink lips again mine…

Shaking my head, I padded into the kitchen, checking the time. Only early noon – I only had seven hours of sleep then. Not that I should be complaining; Shadowhunters were accustomed to only a couple hours of sleep during a fight.

I took out a bowl of cereal – wouldn't want to risk having Izzy coming back just in time for lunch and insisting that she would make it. I would be too 'full'. As I was almost done, drinking the last of the milk, Mom came in the room. I noticed that she looked worried, and sure enough, she was.

"Alec, have you heard from Jace or your sister?" she asked, her voice sounding hopeful.

"No," I said slowly, watching her reaction from my words. Her shoulders sagged and she sat down across from me. "Why?"

"Because, they slept over some friend's house last night – I knew I shouldn't have let them slept over – and Jace said he would call in the morning but he hasn't. He didn't even pick up my phone, same goes for Izzy and Clary." Right, she didn't like Simon that much, even though they've been dating for a while and one of the nicest out of them.

"Mom," I said calmly, hoping it would soothe her. "They probably turned off his phone went he went to bed and they still haven't woken up, I bet."

"You really think so?"

"Yes," I said while gently touching her arm. This was just like Jace, not calling and making everyone worry.

"Thanks hun." She smiled at me before leaving.

After training, eating a late lunch and doing loads of other things to distract myself, I finally had to admit the truth to myself. Something was wrong. Trust Jace to do something stupid, I half heartedly thought.

I couldn't wait any longer, I was a Shadowhunter. I wasn't meant to be waiting for news, I was meant to do something. I pulled on my black combat boots, not caring that it had mud caked on the sides of them.

I slipped out of the Institute, walking to a familiar place. Ringing the doorbell, I heard a voice thunder a few seconds afterwards. "WHO DARES TO DISTURBEs MY SLUMBER?"

"It's me, Alec," I shouted. Footsteps came hurriedly down the stairs and the door opened a few seconds later. His inky black hair wasn't in its usual spikes and glitter, instead, falling around his shoulders and in his face. He looked weird without the customary glitter even if I have seen him a few times without it. But he still looked as amazing as ever.

"Sorry about that Allie, I didn't know it was you," Magnus apologized, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

I knew I flushed pink so tried to distract Magnus avoid him from noticing. But he notices. Always. "Can I come in?"

Magnus smiled at me, a knowing one. "Magnus, as much as I hate to break it to you," I said while climbing up the stairs, "I didn't come here to do that. I have a problem."

We sat down on his couch, Magnus giving him his full attention. "You mean we have a problem. What's up?"

I stared down at my clasped hands before looking back up at Magnus. "Okay, so yesterday Jace, Clary, Izzy, Selena, Aden and Simon all went to Pandemonium. They called asking if they could sleepover a friend's and promised to call in the morning. They haven't called and everyone's phone is off. I think something happened to them." I whispered the last part, not sounding as confident as I wanted to.

"Alec," Magnus said, putting his hands on either sides of my face, "we'll find them. Don't worry. Now, do you know which 'friend' they stayed with?"

I shook my head. "Maryse said that all Jace said was can we sleep over my friend's house." Magnus pursed his lips and I resisted the urge to kiss them, to smooth them out with my own. Now was not the time.

"Hmm. Okay, you brought something of Jace's, I assume?"

Jace's Point of View

I woke up to blinding white light. I sat up, confused. Looking around, I saw someone sitting the chair that was always otherwise vacant since I came here.

Silvery-blonde hair spilled down her back in soft, loose curls. Selena? I thought before I realized that it wasn't her; her hair didn't have a blondish tint to it. Yet the hair seemed startling familiar, as if I knew her.

The girl turned towards me, as if sensing that I was awake. When I saw her face, I knew who she was. The dark, black, merciless eyes were all too familiar and I felt my head spinning. This isn't possible, this isn't possible, I said over and over again to myself.

Now, what's not possible? Well…you'll find out, in the next chapter ;) BUT, whoever guesses who it is, get's an extra teaser/line. Hoped you guys liked it, it came out slightly different than I thought it would, but I like it. And I think that was my first time doing an Alec POV, so tell me what you think!

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